#she's gonna have to apologize again for calling him a friend that's worse than being yeeted around

[the-witty-pen-name]

The Love Triangle From Hell (3)

Steve Harrington x F!Reader / Eddie Munson x F!Reader

Synopsis: Following PART TWO, Steve feels even more distant from his friends- especially you; Eddie reflects on memories he has of you two; Nancy and Jonathan work together for the paper; Robin does her best to navigate what being friends with you and Steve looks like; you seek comfort in one of the only ways you know how- calling Eddie

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Word Count: 3.6k

Warnings: messy messy feelings; unrequited love; cursing; arguments; crying; angst angst angsty angst; allusions to violence; miscommunication; jealousy; kissing; implications of smut; horniness

A/N: You guys are literally the absolute best. I am having the best time writing this- I'm so inspired by all of you. The love you have shown this fic so far has me overwhelmed. Thank you for your kind words, you have helped me work through some serious writer's block. Your comments and reblogs are keeping me going fr

This is unedited; please let me know what you think and if I missed anything I should include as a warning.

This series with be 18+ in later chapters MINORS DNI

His hands are tangled in your hair and he’s pulling you in close for another searing kiss. He can’t catch his breath, but he’s just so desperate to stay close to you like this. Your lips are so soft against his and your mouth is so inviting as you yank him closer. You whimper against his lips and it makes him shiver. He feels weak in the knees as you feel so pliable to his touch. You melt into his embrace and sigh happily as his lips trail down your neck. 

“Want you,” you moan softly, tugging his hair. He groans at the sensation. “Need you so bad.” 

“‘M gonna take care of you,” he promises, bringing his lips back to yours. 

“Love you,” you moan.

Before he finds out  if he says it back, his alarm goes off and he’s brought back to his reality. He groans disappointedly, covering his ears with his pillow- desperate for a couple more minutes with dream you. There’s a bang at his door. 

“Steve! Turn that shit off!” Eddie calls from the other side of the door. He’s yelling but his tone is playful. Steve hits his alarm off and drudges out of bed finally. Eddie has coffee made and Steve forgets anything is wrong at the moment. 

“Did she say anything last night?” Steve asks groggily as he pours himself a cup. 

“Um, not really,” Eddie replies, taking a moment to think about it. “I mean, yes but not about anything that we don’t know already. She’s conflicted, she doesn’t know what to think or feel. She just wants time.” 

“Okay,” Steve replies, leaning up against the counter. He takes a sip of his coffee. He needs to get to work. He can talk about this with Robin when he gets there. 

When you called Eddie, you didn’t expect Steve to answer. You thought maybe he’d say something- you wanted him too. But he didn’t. You couldn’t read him anymore.

Eddie was thrilled to hear your voice. He’d missed you, and he’d missed talking to you. He wanted that piece back as soon as he could get it. He reveled in the way his name sounded coming from you. 

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize, “I didn’t mean to upset Steve- I heard the way he dropped the phone down…” 

“It’s okay sweetheart,” he says compassionately. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

He’s met with a sad feeling of silence. 

“I’m happy you called,” he says gently. He hopes the sentiment makes you feel better. 

“I’ve missed you,” you admit, and Eddie feels like his heart might swell out of his chest. 

“It’s hard when the two people who you talk about everything with are the people you want to talk about,” you joke, and he laughs with you. 

“You can talk shit about me,” he teases and he hears you groan. He bites his lip, holding back a smile. 

“How are you doing?” You ask, changing the subject. 

“Much better now,” he flirts. 

“How are you doing, really?” You ask again, your voice sounding more fragile. 

“I meant, honestly- not great. But not worse than anyone else is doing right now.” 

“Yeah…” 

“I miss you a lot too,” he admits. He runs a hand through his hair, and it reminds him of how amazing it felt the last time you played with his hair. He’s craving that touch so badly. 

When you both were in high school, Eddie went out of his way to make sure you always had a seat at the table. He’d notice as you stood with your cafeteria tray, waiting for Steve to realize there was no open seat for you at his table. He’d wave obnoxiously to catch your eye and he’d smile at the way you’d get shy from the attention. He’d point at the empty seat next to him, and he’d grin as your eyes light up in realization you had a spot. You’d shuffle through the crowd and take your seat next to him. You’d take a seat and ruffle his hair in your hands. 

Eddie was always a creature of habit. As much as he exudes chaos, he actually thrives in having a routine. Don’t get him wrong- it’s never been a good routine… but it’s routine nonetheless. In high school it was a lot of the same. Tuesdays, Corroded Coffin played at The Hideout. He would get home way too late and never get in bed until close to 3am. Wednesday mornings, he’d sleep through his alarm and stroll into first period consistently 10ish minutes late. Thursdays he prepped for Hellfire, and then of course, the piece the resistance was Friday. Hellfire. An epic campaign that would run several hours and ensure the most recent shit week had been worth it to make it to that moment. 

He remembers that he was paralyzed when the group proposed to postpone Hellfire one time his first senior year. It snaps him out of his thoughts, as he was so wrapped up in you- and how close you were sitting. Eddie knew that hypothetically, it shouldn’t matter if the date changes. However, he couldn’t wrap his head around change. He hated it- still does. A disruption from his status quo throws off his entire week and it will take him too long to mentally recover. He knew that he came off as a hard ass, but he prefers it than trying to explain his mind to his friends. He had felt  his jaw tighten as he tried to rationalize with himself that it can be okay to switch it up. He unclenched his fists once he realized that he was making his knuckles white unintentionally. 

“Uh yeah, no problem. Saturday’s fine,” he was able to manage through gritted teeth. He relaxed when he could look past himself and see his friends smile, thanking him and happily chatting about the campaign. He smiled when he observed that his decision made everyone happy. That for him outweighed the internal struggle. 

He didn’t really listen to the reason everyone wanted to reschedule, but he picked up on after the fact that everyone is talking about the Snow Ball. He couldn’t help but recoil back into himself as his friends talked about their plans to go- who they’re asking, what suit they’re getting, what songs would play, and whatever. He couldn’t have cared less. Unless… 

His eyes wandered to sneak a glance at you. He wondered if you had plans- maybe you're hoping someone asks you. Maybe, he’s lucky and you were hoping that someone would be him. He wondered if you had a date. Maybe you already had been asked. It’s not like you had been aware of the way Eddie’s felt about you- unrequited feelings that tugged on his focus constantly since he’s known you. You caught his eye and offered him a shy smile and he could crumble. 

Eddie immediately averted his gaze, and focused his attention back on his friends. He ignored the way his face suddenly became so warm and he ignored the butterflies that were swarming around in his stomach. He couldn’t allow himself to dwell on these feelings- he knew that there’s no way you feel the same. Who could possibly like him? 

He felt a pressure when the freshman looked at him, one of them having asked Eddie about his own plans. Eddie sees the way the kids look up to him, they idolize him. He knows they think he’s cool. He can’t let that go just yet, he loved it too much. He needed it. He wanted to have them hang on to this version of him for as long as they’d believe in it. 

So, despite his usual distaste in school sanctioned functions, he did not want to allow the kids to think he couldn’t score a date. He could only blame society so much before they realized it’s actually his own fear of putting himself out there that cramped his dating life more than anything else. He then resolves that he needs a date to this dance. He tells himself that it’s for the freshman, to keep up the cool facade or whatever. But in actuality, he just wanted to ask you because he wants to ask you out. It’s his perfect window of opportunity. 

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about it, honestly,” you said, when one of the freshmen asked you if you had plans. “I’d been so busy with the play, I haven’t had a chance.” Eddie watched as you glanced over to Steve’s table. “Steve and I usually would go to this kinda thing,” you said quickly, and Eddie could see your apprehension despite your best attempt to hide it. “We’ll probably go as friends again.” 

He said nothing. 

A few days later, you called Eddie and he could immediately tell you’re upset. You’re doing your best to hold it together but he can tell you’re almost at your breaking point. 

“Hey,” you say, your voice straining as you try not to cry. “I know this is totally not your thing, but I’m kind of in a bind.” 

“What can I do?” He asked, sitting up straight on his bed. He was getting ready to locate his shoes or his keys- thinking you’re in trouble somewhere. He’ddrop anything to come get you. 

“I know you’d probably rather do literally anything else, but um, I have two tickets to the Snow Ball and I already bought a dress…” 

“I thought you’d be going with Steve?” He asked. You sniffled. 

“Um, yeah I kind of just assumed he’d take me. I didn’t realize that he asked out Nancy Wheeler,” you choked back tears. “I mean it’s not like that,” you lied, maybe not to Eddie but more to yourself, “we’re just friends. But I still thought He and I would be going together like as friends again- you know? But, uh, yeah- he is taking like a real date.” 

“I know you’d hate it, and I will make it up to you. But, I already bought the tickets and I can’t get my money back. It’s like not a date or anything, just like a friend thing…” 

“I’d be happy to take you,” he replied, sincerely. He can tell you were expecting him to fight you on it. When would you catch on that he’s willing to do anything for you? 

“Eddie, thank you so much,” you sniffled, still trying your best to keep it cool. “I owe you one,” your voice cracks and you hang up quickly before he gets a chance to say anything. 

Eddie didn’t really understand back then why you were even friends with Steve to begin with. Eddie thought Steve, frankly, was a total douchebag. However, once he actually got to know Steve- it was a different story. He couldn’t resent Steve. He loved him like a brother now. And once Eddie got to know the Steve you’ve always known, your feelings for him made sense. But at the same time, Eddie held his tongue for all the things Steve did or didn’t do for so long. Steve was good guy at his core, Eddie understood. But his actions didn’t reflect that in Eddie’s eyes. But it wasn’t his place to tell you that. It didn’t seem right. You’d known Steve so much longer than him. 

Nancy and Jonathan invited you and Robin to go with them to watch Lucas’ basketball game. You were excited to get out of your little apartment and support Lucas. Jonathan was photographing it for The Hawkins Post. Jonathan paced up and down the court side to get photos, and you sat up in the bleachers with Nancy and Robin. You were never one to go to school things really, but it was Lucas’s senior year and it was a big game- of course you were going to be there. 

“It feels weird, Steve not being here,” Nancy whispers to you and you nod in agreement. 

“Yeah, everything just feels weird right now,” you agree. “You and Jonathan are okay?” 

“We’re good. We’re doing good, um, still working through stuff but we’re going to just work through it.” 

“That’s good.” 

“Robin?” Nancy asks, and Robin turns her head to pay attention. “How’s things with Vicky?” 

Robin’s face turns tomato red. “Fine,” she mumbles, happily. “I’m gonna hang out with her tomorrow.” You elbow her teasingly, making her blush redden. 

“How’s it feeling? Being the best at all of this out of us?” You tease. 

“I don’t know,” she’s so embarrassed, it’s so sweet. “We both just like each other- it’s not that complicated. She’s so great.” 

The three of you turn your attention back to the game at the sound of the whistle. You clapped and cheered the loudest whenever Lucas had the ball. He tried to plead with the lot of you to tone it down, casting weary looks in your direction. You couldn’t help yourselves. You felt so proud of him. 

You decide to take a walk to the concession stands and get some snacks for everyone. You order four sodas and two large popcorns- one for Jonathan and Nancy and one for you and Robin. You fish the cash out of the front pocket of your jeans, and hand it to the kid working the window. You thank him, and balance it all in your hands to navigate carefully back to the stands. 

You see a familiar face coming down the hallway, sprinting. For a moment, you can’t help the smile that forms across the expanse of your face until you remember what’s been going on. Your face falls, and you feel so stupid for being excited to see him when it hits you again all at once. 

You don’t think Steve knew you’d all be here, because he looks just as surprised to see you. He stops and his sneakers squeak across the polished gym floor. He looks at you with an expression of pure panic. He totally didn’t think you’d be here. And you’re surprised he came alone- but of course he did, he’s Steve. Of course, he’s going to show up to every game for Lucas. You shouldn’t expect any less. It still takes you back. 

“Can I help with those?” he asked, gesturing for you to pass some stuff to him. You nod, and tilt so he can take some of the things from your grasp. 

“Where are you sitting?” He asks, and you nod your head towards Robin and Nancy. His face deflates. “Ah, okay.” He walks over with you, and he passes the items in his hand off to Robin. He moves aside so you can walk back into your spot. 

“Thanks, Steve,” you offer him a soft smile, appreciating the effort despite the circumstances.

“Yeah of course,” he mutters, backing away, lingering for a moment because the seat that’s usually there for him between you and Robin isn’t there. He quickly pulls himself out of his thoughts and just heads over to the next row of bleachers, finding a seat next to a couple of his old basketball teammates that are here for their little brothers. 

Steve can’t even focus on the game,  he keeps trying to steal glances of you from his peripheral vision. He wants to know what Robin said that made you laugh like that, and he wished he could have heard your laugh- but you’re too far away from him. He watches as your jaw drops at something Nancy tells you, and he watches how you cheer so happily for Lucas. He wants to know if this is bothering you the way it’s bothering him. You look like you’re keeping it together and he wants to know if that could truly be the case. 

Even when you’re carrying so much hurt, you give off such a radiance that Steve and he’s sure everyone else is just drawn into. Your pretty smile and your bright eyes are all he can think about- he only knows when to cheer when he feels the people around him move. He smiles when you stand up and pose, pointing to Lucas- then Lucas matches it, giving it back to you. He watches as you both share that moment of just pure joy, and his heart aches. He doesn’t know if he could ever make you that happy. 

When the game was over, you looked to see if you could find Steve but there was no sign of him. You all invited Lucas to go out for celebratory pizza for his big win, but he wanted to go with his teammates. The plan fizzled pretty much after that. Robin wanted to get home so she could call Vicky and Jonathan and Nancy wanted to head home so Jonathan could start developing his photos. When you and Robin are walking out, you see a familiar van. 

“I’ll bum a ride from Nancy,” Robin assures you, pushing you in Eddie’s direction. She waves to Eddie from a distance and then jogs to catch up with Nancy and Jonathan. 

“What are you doing here?” you ask with a smile. He pushes himself off of the hood of his van and walks over to you, his hands in the back pockets of his jeans. 

“I thought you might be here,” he quips. “Plus, I had to poke my head in- Sinclair is some big shot apparently?” he jokes, “I had to check out for a few minutes.”

“He’s really great,” you agree. 

“Was Steve here?” Eddie asks. 

“Yeah I saw him. He didn’t really stay either- I mean he stayed for the game, but we didn’t talk really.” You shrug. 

“Well,” he says, trying to optimistically change the subject, “Do you wanna get out of here? I could give you a ride home or we could get food or something- or even just drive around and not talk. I’m not picky.” 

He looks so beautiful like this, you observe. The sky is pitch black but the lights in the parking lot illuminate him perfectly with a soft glow. His hair is wonderfully messy and his smile is making it hard for you to breathe. Has he always looked like this? You wonder, astonished as it hits you all at once. He’s gorgeous. Your eyes linger, taking in every little detail you’ve overlooked before. He waves his hand in front of your face to snap you out of your trance. 

“Stop looking at me like that,” he tisks. 

“Looking at you like what?”

“Like you’re trying to jump my bones,” he chuckles. Your face warms, and suddenly you realize how long you must have been staring. 

“Ha, right,” you joke sarcastically, or at least, trying to joke sarcastically. You walk past him and get into the passenger side of the van and try your best to compose yourself in the few seconds it takes for him to follow suit. 

“Okay, sweetheart,” he says, turning over the ignition, “where to?”

“Can we just drive around like we used to?” you ask- the circumstances of tonight making you feel so nostalgic. 

“Of course we can,” he hums, passing you the case of his cassettes- a familiar and welcomed sight for your tired eyes. 

You watch Eddie as he drives, and observe the way the muscles in his arms flex ever so subtly as he turns the wheel. You watch his ringed fingers tap across the top of the steering wheel and you can’t help it the way your mind wanders. You’re so wrapped up in the way his hair sways so effortlessly and the movement of his jaw as he sings, you don’t even notice that Steve was leaving the gym just in time to see you both drive away. 

After a little while of aimless driving, and hitting up the drive thru, Eddie ends up parking at Lover’s Lake when neither of you are ready to go home just yet. 

“Eddie?” You ask absentmindedly, finishing off the milkshake he got you. “Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot,” he replies, also finishing his, but with an obnoxiously loud suck of his straw- determined to get every last sip. 

“Why do you like me?” you ask, cringing almost immediately. You think you sound like a middle schooler or something- you’re so embarrassed. His eyes widen for a brief second, contemplating his answer. He tosses the empty cup into the back. 

“First off,” he criticizes teasingly, “I did not say I liked you- I’m in love with you. Get your facts straight, ma’am.” 

“My apologies,” you giggle, holding your hands up in defeat.

“I mean- I love everything about you; always have,” he starts. “You’re sweet and kind. I think you’re beautiful. I think you’re incredible, and sometimes I can’t figure out why you wanted to ever be friends with me in the first place.”

“Eddie?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Would you kiss me?” 

Eddie’s a goner when you’re looking at him with those doe eyes. More than anything he wants to lunge across and close the space between you. It’s everything he’s ever wanted. It takes every fiber of his being to hold himself back..

“I don’t know if I can kiss you without knowing if I could ever kiss you again,” He whispers, but it doesn’t stop him from leaning in towards you. His hand lifts to hold your cheek and suddenly he’s so close. Closer than the two of you have ever been. His lips are tantalizingly close to yours when his forehead touches yours. A huge bang on the side of the van scares you both away from each other. 

“Give her time, my ass, Munson! Get the fuck out here! Get your fucking hands off my girl!”

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[aprito]

the fact that she managed that apology without cringing now that's character growth @doubleboubbletrouble

part 1

[glorystark]

Empty eyes | Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: Dean doesn't take Charlie's death too well and because of the Mark of Cain affecting him, he tells you things that will regret.

Warnings: moc!Dean Winchester, Dean being a dick, minor mentions of injury, swearing, ANGST, major character's death

Pairing: Dean Winchester × reader

Featuring: Sam Winchester

Word count: 2,3k

We watched in agony as Charlie's body, wrapped around a white sheet, burned in the flames. This should never have happened to her kind soul. She died so we could save Dean. I couldn't help but feel guilty; my heart ached because I lost a friend, again. I knew Sam felt the same. We both asked Charlie for help with the Book of the Damned, and we both lied to Dean about the book being destroyed. Now it was too late to make things right. Memories flashed through my eyes, making me tear up. I remembered when she helped us with the Dick situation, or when I taught her some hunter-kind-of-tricks. How happy she was and wouldn't stop thanking me. She didn't deserve this, anyone but her.

“Charlie,” Sam started, grabbing my and probably Dean's attention. “We are gonna miss you. You're the best.” He stopped when his voice cracked, and now I was sure he felt far worse than me because looking back, he suggested not telling Dean about the Book of the Damned not being destroyed, which I didn't agree with at first. But seeing Dean, my Dean, slowly fade away right in front of my eyes changed my opinion. Maybe it was selfish, me and Sam both were. But we couldn't let Dean become something he fears, a Monster. We couldn't lose another person, another family member, but we didn't realize who we were putting in danger on this path.

“We love you, Charlie, and I'm so sorry,” I said, blinking through tears.

“Shut up,” Dean said coldly, making Sam and me look at him. “You got her killed. You don't get to apologize.” He continued.

“Dean-“ Sam started, but Dean cut him off.

“You too, you two are the reason she is dead,” he said, not taking his eyes off the flames.

“We were trying to help you,” I said, still looking at him.

“I didn't need help,” he said bitterly. "I told you to leave it alone.”

“What were we supposed to do, just watch you die?” Sam asked, not letting me be the only one receiving the cold tone from his older brother.

“The mark isn't gonna kill me.”

“Maybe not, but when it's done with you, you won't be you anymore,” I stated. “Dean, you're all we got. So of course we were gonna fight for you because that's what we do,” I said softly.

“Yeah, she's right, we had a shot-“ Sam was cut off again by Dean.

“Yeah, you had a shot. Charlie is dead.” He finally turned his head to look at me and his brother, who was standing next to me. His dark emerald eyes bore into mine, and I couldn't recognize them. Never have I ever seen him look at me with those eyes. Because no matter how much crap we went through, he always made sure I was fine, and his eyes held nothing but sweetness and, on most occasions, worry. “Nice shot.”

“Are you even listening to me? You think I'm ever gonna forgive myself for that?!” I snapped, not being able to keep my voice down anymore. He is grieving, but so am I. If I could, I would trade places with her.

“You know what I think,” he started, still with the same voice tone. “I think it should be you up there and not her.”

I felt my heart break for the hundredth time today. I parted my lips, not taking my teary eyes off him, which clearly showed how hurt I was. Sam let out a small gasp and widened his eyes after he heard Dean's words, clearly not expecting his brother to go that far.

I knew he blamed me, probably even more than Sam. But knowing that he wanted me dead hurt more than any physical torture I've experienced.

Sam called his name, still shocked after what he heard, but his brother just walked away, breaking my heart more and more.

—————

It has been a week since I lost Charlie, since I lost my Dean. He has been searching for the Stynes ever since but has been having a bit of trouble finding their location. So meanwhile, he went on a few solo hunts. He hasn't said a word to me and to Sam, just a few like ‘buy some beers’ ‘did you find anything about the Stynes’.

He found another hunt for today and was packing his bag in his own room. We both haven't stepped in our shared room ever since the accident, which meant we weren't even sleeping on the same bed. I'm done with being ignored, so I knocked on his door and opened it without waiting for any response. He didn't even turn around, probably knowing it was me.

“Dean,” I called his name, not even knowing what I wanna talk about, but getting him to look at me was the first step. “Dean,” I called, this time louder, and when he still didn't turn around, I walked towards him and grabbed his arm. “Alright, I'm done. When will you finally stop ignoring me?!”

He looked at my hand, which was grabbing his arm, and slowly turned around, finally looking at my face. “I'm not ignoring you, I just don't want to talk to you or be near you,” he said bitterly, pulling his arm away and reaching for his door.

“Dean, you know you're not the only one who lost someone, okay? And believe me, I know it's my fault she's gone, and I'll never forgive myself for that. But, god, you're practically killing me. I miss you,” I said desperately, waiting for something in his eyes to change, waiting for him to embrace me in his strong arms, but... Nothing. His eyes didn't even hold hatred anymore, just emptiness.

“I don't know what you expect me to say, ‘I'm sorry you were so stupid’ ‘I'm sorry you got another person killed off’ ‘I'm sorry you're so fucking useless’ Huh?! Is that what you want me to say? You want me to feel sorry for you?!” he yelled, showing the anger and darkness in his eyes while he harshly slammed me to the wall, making me whimper slightly. His words cut deep into my skin, but I tried my best to ignore them, knowing this Dean wasn't really my Dean.

“I want you to understand, I want you to know that I'm sorry. I want you to tell me that we're gonna go through this like we always do,” I said softly, looking deeply into his eyes, trying to crack him.

He let out a dark chuckle and grasped my shoulders, lowering his head to be on the same height level with me. “You want me to tell you that we're gonna go through this? Well, baby, in that way, I'd be a big liar.”

“Dean, me and Sam, we are so close to saving you. Please, just don't let the mark control you,” I begged, feeling small under his touch.

“I don't want nor need you two saving me, and believe me, at this very moment, I'm trying to not let the mark control me, so don't provoke me,” he whispered against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"I thought you trusted me.”

“Well, that trust was destroyed when you got someone who was like a sister to me killed. Have you ever noticed how many innocent people died because you were being too stupid?” he said harshly.

"We all have made mistakes, Dean," I said, as I thought about the hunts where innocent people died, and I couldn't save them. I didn't want Dean to know how much his words were affecting me, but, god, I felt like a crumpled paper.

“Seems like that's the only thing you ever do,” he smirked, letting his eyes fall on the floor again before looking up at my eyes again. “Tell me, how does it feel knowing you don't mean anything to anybody and you're just a burden in our lives? How does it feel knowing nobody loves you?”

That's it. That was the punch line to make me break into tears.

“Y-you love me, you said that before.”

“You know I lie to get laid,” he said, smirking, proud of his response.

My heart was racing more and more, and I felt nauseous.

“Dean, please-“

“You're nothing, do you hear me? Nothing!” he grabbed my cheeks harshly. “Your existence doesn't matter. You.don't.matter.” he said, spitting the words out before letting me go. He took his bag and walked out of the room, not even glancing at me. I slid down the wall as I started sobbing silently.

Then I heard a buzz from my phone.

New message from Sammy:

“Y/N, Dean just said he found a hunt, probably three to four werewolves, and he told me to go with him. I was really surprised but didn't question him. I think he's getting better. I'll also talk to him on the road. Next time, he'll definitely ask you too, just like old times. Don't stay up and don't worry; we got this :) love you.”

He asked Sam to go, but not me. If he hadn't told me that he hated me a few minutes ago, I'd think he was worried. But if it was really 3 or 4 werewolves, there's nothing to be worried about. He just wants to stay away from me. He told me I was a burden to them; he'll probably throw me out of the bunker soon.

Dark thoughts ran through my mind, and suddenly a rush of anxiety ran through me. What if there were more than a few werewolves? What if they get hurt? What if Dean hates me even more?

I checked Sam's message again and saw that he sent me the address of where the werewolves' location is and where the hunt would probably take place. I quickly rushed to my room, grabbed my car keys, and went to drive to the location.

—————

I was hiding behind some of the trees in the forest, watching as each of the boys fought one werewolf, two already dead ones on the floor.

Everything seemed good so far; I mean, their guns were on the floor, but they were fighting each werewolf single handed and there was no need for me to make my presence known. The boys were winning as always. And that's when I realized they don't really need me in their life. I knew the words that came out of Dean's mouth tonight weren't really Dean's, my Dean. But he was somehow right; before I became the hunter I am today, I made many mistakes. Some were small, and some led to people getting hurt or even killed. I also put their lives in danger multiple times because I was being reckless. Finding the demons that killed my parents blinded my vision. I was ready to get back to the bunker when I saw both of the werewolves giving up until I noticed something.

A werewolf close to Sam's back, and it seemed like none of the brothers noticed him. I searched for my gun but remembered I forgot it in the backseat of my car. I cursed under my breath and did the only thing possible right now to save Sam. I couldn't let Dean lose another person, especially his brother, who I knew meant the world to him. I couldn't put him through something like that again when there's a chance to save the younger Winchester.

So I ran towards Sam, trying my best to not slip because of the woods on the floor. The Werewolf was close, and nobody noticed him. I'm not the only stupid one after all. The boys turned their heads to me for a slight second, surprised at my presence, but didn't stop fighting the other werewolves.

Until I pushed Sam away from the werewolf he was fighting onto the floor. He seemed confused at first, until he saw it. I assumed Dean did too but couldn't be too sure since he was behind me. I let out an agonizing scream when the werewolf grazed his claws into my stomach and the other one, which Sam was fighting before, grazed his claws into my back before my lifeless body fell on the floor. Dean didn't hesitate more seconds before getting his gun from the floor and shooting all the werewolves.

I was bleeding like a waterfall from my body and my mouth. But the good thing is-

I didn't feel any pain, or anything in that matter…

Dean Winchester’s Pov:

No no no.

This can't be happening.

It's all a nightmare, just another stupid nightmare.

I heard Sam's crying voice telling the love of my life, his best friend, to wake up, holding her torn apart body in his arms, asking her why she pushed him away. But there was no answer.

It's a nightmare happening in real life.

Her beautiful y/e/c are open but so empty, unrecognizable.

I stood over her body, not being able to move from my spot.

There is so much blood everywhere.

Her blood.

This is hell.

No, I’ve been to hell and it's worse than hell.

I started tearing up more and more, reality hitting me more every second.

I let out an angry scream and fell on my knees when I remembered my last words to her.

“You're nothing, do you hear me? Nothing! Your existence doesn't matter. You.don't.matter.”

She wasn't nothing, she was my everything.

She mattered, she was the reason I kept going, now she's gone and it's all my fault.

All my fault.

All of the words I said came back to me, making my chest hurt.

As I knelt beside her lifeless body, surrounded by the aftermath of our shattered world, I whisper into the silent abyss, "I'm sorry, Y/N. I'm so sorry."

And deep down I felt the Mark laughing…

[edward-munson]

"My cherie amour" - Eddie Munson x pregnant f! Reader

Summary: You tell Eddie Munson, your best friend, you're pregnant. You don't hide from him who the father is, but considering his reputation, you were better off without him. The metalhead offers you a surprising opportunity of becoming the child's father.

Warning: TOO MUCH FLUFINESS I CRIED, sex, oral sex, mention of pregnancy. 18+ MINORS DNI!!

Word count: 5.8k

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You were sitting on the bench in the middle of nowhere of a forest Eddie Munson made sure no one goes to.

Tapping your fingers against the table, you start to shake your legs uncontrollably as you wait for him to arrive there soon, otherwise you're gonna have a stroke from waiting.

It's been only five minutes but it feels like a lifetime and it's already making you feel nauseous. That's how you found out you got pregnant after a wild night with Billy Hargrove at a party. You started feeling nauseous and then a month later your period was late.

It couldn't be worse than that. You had too much alcohol and Billy was being kind, something he almost never is like. He was treating you nicely since he noticed you were too drunk. It kinda got into you how he managed to be a gentleman.

Even after that day, but then when you told him you were pregnant he just literally... vanished. He made sure he would never bump into you anywhere. Not at the mall, not downtown, not at any party you'd go. Max made him apologize, tried to convince him to be there for you at least. But he never even made it clear he cared about it.

The way you tried to accept this pregnancy without even knowing if you wanted it made you cry yourself to sleep every night. Until you told Nancy, she was so caring and supportive. She would call you every night before you went to bed, she would invite you to stay over so you wouldn't be by yourself.

You were too far away from your family and you actually didn't want to deal with that right now. You just didn't know how to tell them you're pregnant after fucking some douche charming at a party. You're only 18 goddammit.

Then you decided you'd tell Eddie first because he was your closest friend besides Robin and Nancy, even Steve. You knew he would definitely freak out but he would support you in a heartbeat.

You slowly explained him how you ended up sleeping with Hargrove at the party, how you didn't care you didn't wear protection, because afterwards you'd take a pill. But you didn't, because you were so hammered the next day you actually forgot about it.

He listened carefully and waited until you were finished. His first response was exactly how you thought he would react. "Holy shit. Shit! Jesus, (Y/N), you fucked Billy Hargrove?".

You were thankful there was nobody around, his high pitched words were loud. "Oh my God, that is the most irresponsible and nonsense thing you could've done". Like you didn't know that.

"No, it's just bad already that you would willingly fuck him. But not wear protection and forget about the pill?".

He was standing there walking left and right, making you dizzy. "I know that, Munson". You weren't even bothered to be offended by the way he was taking it, because you knew it more than anyone.

"And he never called you, sent a letter, anything?". You shook your head. "He didn't offer to keep it?". You shook your head again.

"Actually, Max begged him to at least be there for any appointment", but he refused to. He said he doesn't care if I keep it or not.

You were lucky you didn't hear his words straight from his mouth. You wouldn't be able to carry on with this pregnancy. But you were still fighting to make it all the way.

Eddie was still in disbelief, it was clearly a fucked up situation. He sat back on the bench and held your hand against the table, giving you a warming look.

"I know this is a crazy situation and I can't imagine how incredibly shitty you must feel because of that dickwad. But you know I'm going to be here for you throughout this. You have Nance, you have Robin and even Harrington".

His hands genuinely squeezed yours as you felt your eyes burning from the tears threatening to fall. "And you know what? Fuck it, I'll do it. Just fuck it".

He grinned, but it wasn't clear to you what he actually meant with that. "Do what, Eddie?".

"I'll take care of it. I'll be the father. What's the worst thing that could happen? I can't hold a fucking baby for life, but I'll learn". He sounds too serious and it catches your breath.

Was he being serious about that?

"Eddie, what the fuck are you talking about? This isn't a play date", he chuckled by your response, waving his hand at you as he stood up only to sit next to you.

"Sweetheart, this kid doesn't have a father. I'm not gonna let you acknowledge Hargrove as this baby's father. I'm more than happy to help you get through this", he was holding your face with both hands.

His mint gum breath was fanning against you and he looked really excited about this. You were about to cry, but you weren't sure it was because of what's been happening or because of the damn hormones.

"Oh, sweet thing. Don't cry", he holds you closer as he wraps his arms around your neck. And you start bawling your eyes out because that's how it's going every single day.

You either cry or eat when you're not working. You cry, you eat, you rest and repeat. Munson got this crazy idea out of his head and it suddenly made you feel welcomed into his world a little bit more.

He was always really caring, he was absolutely the nicest person you've ever met. He never failed to make you feel better on your worst days, he would always make you laugh when you didn't want to.

"Baby Munson is gonna be so loved", his warm voice made you giggle because he looked really excited about that.

"You're already calling this child by your name?", you shake your head as you roll your eyes. "Damn Eddie, slow down with this big ego of yours".

"Fuck yeah I am. Fuck baby Hargrove, this kid is not going to be his anyway", he responded. At some point he was right, but your child would be carrying his genes anyway.

And Max would be so happy to be an aunt anyway. She just made it clear how she's going to love and take care of the baby too.

You were feeling better than you thought you would be. Actually, you had no intention of having this conversation with Eddie for him to just offer to become a father.

Not in a million years would you think he would just do something like that without even hesitating. Fuck, he didn't even think twice about that. Hopefully he doesn't regret it though.

He took you for a walk afterwards and started making plans for the baby's trosseau, which was still weird for you. But comforting, to say the least. You know he was gonna be hanging around spreading his hand on your belly all the time.

Munson is so high up on his hype he doesn't even care this is not his. He just cares about you and your baby, he cares about you and your happiness, nothing else.

He made you sit on a park with him while he was buying pretzels for both you of you. His excuse was that you need to eat and keep the child full of food. You laughed so hard at his statement, it almost made you choke.

Eddie came back holding pretzels and a bag of popcorn, which you suddenly realized you were craving for it without even knowing. He sat in front of you, watching as you gladly take a handful of popcorn in your mouth.

This wasn't a date, you think. You would always hang out with him, go to vinyl shops and listen to music with him. You would take him with you to the mall when you wanted to buy clothes or shoes and he would go with you.

He would end up getting clothes and a shit ton of other things for himself. You and him are always having too much fun around each other, even with Robin and Steve.

"Look, I know it's hard for you to know that motherfuc- sorry, baby", he cut himself staring at your belly and it caught you off guard. "This mother fudging bastard doesn't have any interest in this. But I need you to promise me you're gonna be ok".

First you snorted out loud and smiled at him. "Eddie, just being around you and the guys will be helpful enough for me. I can figure out the rest". You were honestly too hopeless because you didn't expect Billy to be so unconcerned and cold about you.

Not when he treated you kindly that day. But you guessed it was because of the booze, or he was just really trying to get above you and get what he wanted.

Munson attempted to wipe away a trail of tear sliding down your cheek, but soon you started flooding your entire face without even noticing.

He kneeled in front of you and gave you the biggest hug he could. His clothes smelled like weed and his cologne, he was warm and his curly hair tickled your nose.

When you held on to his denim jacket he knew you needed this hug more than anything. You pressed your fingers so tightly against the fabric it was squeezing your fingertips.

"Hey, I got you sweetheart", his voice was muffled by the way it was buried in your hair. "I got you. I always got you".

You spent too long holding against him, until you realized you weren't crying anymore, and he let go of you.

He used both his big hands to wipe away your tears and booped your nose, ripping a chuckle out of your mouth.

He took you home and made sure you were doing good as you were going to be by yourself. You didn't know what kind of expression you were holding but then he decided to ask you if you wanted him to stay the night.

And then he was back in your apartment after gathering some belongings to stay over. He made sure he would sleep on the couch so you could be comfortable on your bed.

Your pleading eyes from those hormones almost begged him to lay with you. "God, those puppy eyes are are the death of me", he snorted.

The entire night you didn't wake up once, if it wasn't for your bladder that started working way more than it should. First month was going fine but now it's taking an overturn already.

You asked him to stay over the next day and he decided he would just stay there for the entire week. He stopped smoking next to you, he would leave outside and do it. He was cooking for you, he would give you a foot bath at the end of the day.

Eddie promised he would do his best to make you feel better, to make you feel more comfortable around him, because he used to be so messy in his trailer. He was doing the dishes and washing your clothes.

One day you were both watching TV and he just laid down on your growing baby bump. It was pretty small given you're still like 2 months in. But the way his head rested against your stomach made your skin shiver.

You used one of your hands to play with his hair and a few moments later, you realized he was asleep as you could hear his heavy breath. This was the first time you stopped thinking about Billy too much, you made peace with yourself when Munson was around.

He didn't let you think too much about it anyway, when you were working, he was probably doing some working outside. But when you get home, he's already there, either preparing dinner or just heating it.

Eddie made his way in the depth of your heart when he started playing songs with his acoustic guitar, his husky voice singing in a low tone as you enjoyed your view. Sometimes he would just want to sing you a lullaby before you sleep.

On a Thursday morning, you had an ultrasound appointment and he insisted he was going with you. You didn't have to say no to him because that was him being the most incredible and delicate person towards you.

When he first heard the heartbeat, he almost cursed in front of the nurse, holding back his excitement. Even if he didn't voluntarily offered to become the baby's father, he would still be too shocked and too happy to be there.

Your tears were burning your face when you heard it too, it became harder to breathe when you saw the image in front of you. It was still too early yet to know the sex, but it was fine for you.

As you got home, both holding bags from a burger shop, you sat down on the couch to finally eat something. You got so excited you wanted to buy baby stuff, you had to make a nursery room for them too. It was better to do it now, before you get heavier and can't even walk.

Eddie's eyes were so shiny, he seemed to be so happy to be a part of this schedule of your pregnancy. You finished eating and decided to watch Footloose. He wasn't the biggest fan of movies like that, but he gave in, trying to give it a shot.

"You're not going to tell me you've watched it more than once, are you?", he asked as he made himself comfortable, getting rid of his sneakers, his feet socked.

You laughed as you gave him a smirk, he shook his head. "God, I bet it's because Kevin Bacon is in it".

"Nope, John Laughlin is quite a catch", you respond and Eddie throws you a cushion.

"Who the hell is this guy?". He's the one putting the VHS on while you stretch your legs on the couch.

"I have no idea, but he's hot". The way you giggle makes him shake his head and roll his eyes again.

"You gotta do something about those hormones", Munson plays with you when he sits next to you. This time, he rubs a thumb that's wrapped with a ring against your belly and you feel your skin become numb.

Yeah, you definitely gotta do something about those fucking hormones, otherwise you'll jump on Eddie pretty soon. You shake your thoughts off when he looks at you, his chocolate puppy eyes smiling at you.

He makes his way to your chin and uses the same finger to hold it. You're thinking too fast about the possibility of just kissing him for a moment, but wouldn't that be wrong?

"What is going on in this mind of yours? You keep staring at me like that", he asks. His thumb making circles against your cheek and you flush. Goddammit, you're not even disguising it. He's still looking at you tenderly.

You get closer to his face and hold his hand against yours. Munson holds his gaze while he awaits for your response. "You really wanna know?". He nods. The only way to find out if this is the right thing to do is doing it.

So you graps his lips and slowly make your way into his mouth, your tongue sliding against his teeth as he tries to comprehend your action. Eddie fully lashes his tongue against yours, giving you a warm kiss.

You wanted to deepen it but you think it's too forward, so you stay like that for a while. He then starts to quickly move his tongue, asking permission, and you accept it, exchanging your saliva. There's an iching between your legs and you have to squeeze before it becomes worse.

You broke the kiss as you gasp for air, forcing yourself to open your eyes and look at him. Eddie is still looking at you with compassion, but he's determined to wonder why you did such thing. Before he asks, you cover your face with embarrassment.

"It's the damn hormones, I'm so sorry!", your voice is muffled and he chuckles, thinking you look adorable like that. You hear his low voice saying "hey" as you look at him. He's holding your hand gently.

"That was fucking amazing", he leaves a wet small kiss on your hand before pecking your lips quickly. You start trembling under his touch and realize you need to recover yourself before combusting.

You didn't actually get to watch the movie for the hundreth time and he never got to watch it for the first time. You spent the evening kissing each other with tenderness, he never let go of your face and never made a move on you. Because above everything, he respected you.

A week later you decided it was time to let your other friends know. Nancy was so excited, she knew Jonathan would be thrilled for you since they were planning on having a baby one day. And you know how much Steve and Robin are going to freak out, along with the other kids.

You know your baby bump is starting to show off so it's easier to just tell them now. Why else would you hold that secret from your friends anyway?

Everyone was already gathered by Nancy's house when you showed up with Eddie. He couldn't actually stop his smile from getting wider and wider, which to other people, he looked like a creep. He looked like he had a hanger in his mouth actually.

You asked him to not make a fuss about it but he just wouldn't listen, would he? He whistled with his fingers and everyone looked at your direction. Now they had your attention, you started to feel really embarrassed.

"Everyone, this gang is about to welcome a freaking baby!", he said it naturally and everyone inside the room shouted "what" in unisson. Nancy was trying to hold back a laugh and Jonathan seemed pretty impressed. But other than that, the others were all shocked.

"You got (Y/N) pregnant?", Steve had a high pitched voice when he asked. You laughed so hard at the way everyone else just looked at you.

"No, but better me than Billy Hargrove", you punch his shoulder so hard he flinches. "What was that for?"

"You what?", Robin was the one yelling now. "Wait, sit down. Congratulations, honey! But shit, Billy Hargrove?".

You're so lost into all the buzz you don't know where to start. Then you take a deep breath and explain what actually happened. Max is still disappointed at her brother, but she was so happy she was about to become an aunt.

"Holy fucki-", Dustin opened his mouth but Eddie cut him off.

"We're not cursing in front of the baby!", everyone just snorted and threw cushions towards him.

"Jesus, (Y/N). You know Hargrove was always a dickhead", Steve is the one saying it, but he looks at Max. She shrugs her shoulders, she knows he's not the best catch. "How could you just fuck that guy?".

"Again, not cursing in front of a child", Eddie was playful this time and Harrington was not in the mood for that, apparently.

You made sure you wouldn't cry about it anymore. You tell them you were mad drunk and didn't remember about the pill the day after. And the day after that, it just slipped from your head. The way they reacted when Max said he didn't care about it made you feel warm.

They all made sure you were better off without him anyway, otherwise he would probably make your life miserable. And then, enters Eddie Munson.

"You just offered to be the father? Like out of nowhere?", Mike asks while the metalhead still holds a grin on his face. It might give him cramps on his cheek from smiling too much. He nods and holds you by your side, rubbing his spread hand on your belly.

"This little peanut is going to be a freaking Munson!", you rolls your eyes at his statement.

"Easy with the ego Eddie, it only gets your name if we're married". You barely finish saying it and he's already on his knees for you.

You hear everybody in the room complain about his suggestion and you snort.

"God's sake Eddie. You're such a babygirl", Jonathan jokes and he doesn't care about the mocking.

"I'm not marrying you Eddie. Or at least not yet". You're still feeling your stomach sore from laughing too much at the whole situation.

"I don't care, I'm going to get you either way". He crashes his lips against yours in front of your friends and they all make different sounds. You're amused by this, but you're still confused about your relationship with him.

You and your friends enjoy the evening listening to music, eating and playing games. They all make sure you get the priority as the pregnant one and Dustin starts thinking about names for the baby. It's so sweet to see the kids talking to your belly, mocking each other and joking around.

From the corner of your eyes, you see how Eddie can't stop staring at you, he's holding a kind gaze towards you as you smile to the kids. Max is completely melted when she talks to the baby, using her index finger to poke you slightly.

When you're next to Steve, he starts joking about the fact he can lend you movies for free now. He says he wishes he was still working at Scoops Ahoy so he could give the child all the free ice cream, for as much as it wanted and it melts you.

Munson straightens his torso when he sees the way Harrington is slipping his hand up and down your stomach, his face too close to your skin as you feel his breath fanning it. He watches as you hold your head back to laugh at something he just said.

Suddenly he feels like he could be the one to do that to you, but then he realizes he's been the one doing that for the past few days. He watches the way you hold your belly without noticing when you're talking to someone else, the way you're glowing when you talk about your pregnancy.

He can't help but smile at himself, knowing he's a part of that glow. He's not doing it because he feels bad for you, he's doing it because he loves and cares for you, maybe more so than you know.

After that kiss he's started to think about the way you've been treating each other. You've been spending so much time together it only made him feel more attached to you. By now, he's experiencing a sudden jealously looking at Steve. You don't even touch him, you just sit there and watch him talk to your belly.

Robin comes closer to you and kisses your entire stomach, she smushes your belly and you hold her head. She's being so ridiculously sweet it's irritading, in a very good way, because you just loved her so much.

The entire night you were being spoiled by everyone, even Mike was being less quiet as he would just chat with your belly. You know you were going to be sore from laughing at the way Henderson was treating you all the time, the way he was chatting with your stomach and how he would just respond back like the baby was talking to him.

You were picking some slice of pizza in the kitchen as Eddie approached you, leaning against the kitchen island. He watched as you heated the food, waiting by the microwave.

"This is amazing, right?", you ask as you lean next to him.

"Yeah, their pizza is so good I could eat it in one bite!". He knows you're not talking about the pizza but can't not joke about that. "You should see yourself. You're literally glowing".

The microwave beeps but you're in a whole other world now. He catches one stray of your hair pulling it behind your ear and your skin burns against his touch. You can't help but wrap your arms around his torso and rest your head on the crook of his neck.

You love how he smells like weed and cologne, a slight scent of alcohol in his breath makes you dizzy. You're looking up because you're shorter than him, nuzzling his nose.

"Thank you for being so wonderful to me, my cherie amour", he's feeling like he's under a spell when you say that. You always call him like that when your angry or when you're sarcastic to him.

He gives you a sudden kiss, pecking your lips slowly. Eddie makes a trail of kisses on your cheeks, rubbing the tip of his nose on your ear, where he knows you feel like jelly. He breathes out and you shiver.

He chuckles against your ear because he sure knows how to tame you. The microwave beeps again and you break the contact, leaving him behind.

"You're too fucking sneaky, Munson", you grab your plate and you give him a threatful look.

"Honey, you just cursed in front of the baby!", he mocked you and received a hand towel you tried to throw against his face in response.

You couldn't control yourself after that moment with him. You kept creating different scenarios in your head where you end up in bed with him, because that's just how you were feeling. It was undeniable to admit you were feeling things for him, not just because of your pregnancy, obviously.

You decided to hold your thoughts about him when you came back home, but the entire drive he would slip one hand on your thigh and slightly squeeze it. He would look away from the streets to charmingly smile at you.

You don't hold yourself back when you get home, when you watch him changing clothes in your bedroom you make your way to him and just take your clothes off behind him. Eddie only then notices that you're undressing when he turns over and watches you staring at him.

There's lust in your eyes and an indescribable expression he couldn't figure out just yet. It was the first time he was honestly seeing you in your lingerie and God, he fucking loves it. The way your baby bump accents with the thin waistband of your underwear around your hip makes him lightheaded.

He grabs you by the neck with one hand using the other one to grip your waist, tightly against his caloused fingertips from playing too much guitar. You moan against his lips and you feel his boxer tighten from the growing bulge. You wrap your fingers in a handful of his hair and hear him groan from the pleasure it gives him.

He gently lays you down on your bed and spreads kisses on your inner thigh, slowly pulling away your lingerie. He doesn't look at you at first, but when he does, you watch his pupils dilated as his eyes flicker when he licks your delicate skin.

You purr when he leaves a wet trace close to your folds and his cock twitches as you gasp when his tongue finally savor your core. He keeps a low pace because he wants to feel every inch of you in his mouth, he makes his way to your entrance and slowly tongue fuck you, watching with bliss the way you pull his hair by your hands.

Munson is glad he's on his knees by the bed, otherwise he would become numb from his view, watching as your baby bump rises when you arch your back.

He raises one hand to tangle his fingers with yours and licks you widely. In one sweet motion on your clit he gets to make you whine his name and he needs to take his cock out of his boxer.

God, he's tasting your folds and it's just so sweet he can't get enough of it. He listens to you hissing when he sucks your skin raw and pulls back, your throbbing clit flickers against his mouth and he feels your entrance soaking from pleasure.

Eddie mumbles against your core and you can't help but cry his name. "Oh, Eddie", he works his tongue faster this time, using the tip to play with your sensitive clit. You're so horny you already feel the heat building up so fast into your body you have to squeeze your legs, closing them around his head.

He notices your action and starts leaving a huge amount of kisses on your stomach, enveloping you with kindness, he's never getting tired of cherishing you and your bump.

He manages to unhook your bra with one hand and smirks when you roll your eyes at him, smiling. Eddie opens the drawer of his nightstand and grabs a condom. He knows it's not necessary but he wants to make this the right way with you.

He kneeling above you after getting rid of his underwear and you're fascinated by how pretty his cock is. The tip is already crying with precum, warming himself up while looking at you. He holds the protection in front of him as he's about to mock you in the sweetest way.

"I know we don't need it but", he shakes the plastic as he shows you the latex. "This is a condom. We use it for protection so we don't get pregnant".

You're so annoyed with him but his voice is deep as he places the material on his tip. "See, kid, your mommy probably didn't know about its existance. When you're here, please make sure you learn about it's significance".

He said as he rolls the protection on his length, the way you're soaking for him now is unbearable. You're still repeating the way he says "mommy" over and over again in your head and you almost miss it when he places his tip in your entrance.

He sucumbs into you so slowly it sends shivers through your entire body and you hiss at him. He leans forward to kiss you gently but you can't stop your moans against his mouth.

He pushes further into you and holds your hip tightly. You grip both his arms as you try to look at him, enjoying the moment.

"Can you talk dirty to me?", you ask suddenly. It just rolls out of your mouth. Eddie is static for a moment because he wasn't expecting it.

"I mean, I can try. You heard before, I am a babygirl", he says as he thrusts into you, hitting your cervix, and you cry. He feels his cock twitch by the sound you make and groans back. "Fuck, you're taking me so well".

You started to feel dizzy by his words, he leaned closer to your ear and you trembled under him. He deepened inside you and rolled his hips against you, making you whine in his ear. "Mommy is such a good girl for daddy".

Munson isn't really one of dirty talking, but he realizes you have a kink and you're so into it, you're probably going to cum soon. He just keeps listening to your blissful slurs as he keeps pumping you, his thick length is rubbing against your wall so deliciously.

"Fuck, you're so horny, huh? You're hungry for me, aren't you?", he sped up and you squinted your eyes, taking him enterily, swallowing his throbbing cock.

You nod but this isn't enough for him, he wants words. He wants you to whisper against his ear. He wants to make sure you're desperate for his cock. When he grabs your jawline and make you look at him, Eddie gives you a lustful kiss, his tongue quickly scraping yours. His mouth open as he moans against you.

"I didn't hear you before, honey", he demands through your lips. "You're fucking hungry for me, aren't you?". It's so vicious you just wanted to listen to him talking to you like that all night.

"Yes, Eddie", you were barely breathing as you feel your climax reaching its highest point. You're gonna come for him like you have never come before, because being pregnant made you feel every sensation to it's maximum.

"God, you're coming already. So wet, you're dripping sweetheart", he couldn't stop grunting on your ear and it made you squeeze your walls so tight against his dick he couldn't hold a gasp.

You started shuddering when you felt a shockwave of pleasure take up your entire body, your veins pumping your blood so fast you almost fainted under him. Your legs were so weak they fell on the sheets as Munson watched you fall apart in front of him.

As you gasp for air and try to catch a breath, you stare at the brown eyed man who's still pumping you, reaching his own climax. Eddie doesn't get too far from you and he gushes inside the condom, his dick throbs wonderfully inside you. He scrapes your lower lip against his teeth as he makes his final thrusts before he laid on you.

You take a few minutes to recover from the madness you've experienced, while Eddie cleaned himself up. He made his way to his side of the bedroom and spooned you, resting one hand on your baby bump again.

"Should we make this thing official? I'm not gonna lie here, I would love to live every moment like this with you. And I know it's mad forward, but this has been such an amazing week", he said as he leaned his head on the crook of your neck, smelling your scent.

"I would love to, too. But don't get too excited, the kid doesn't get your name yet. And you cursed A LOT during sex", you turn your head to face him and he's looking at you like he's about to defend himself.

"You asked me to talk dirty to you!", you chuckle at his response and he rubs your stomach. "I'm sorry, kid. Sorry, daddy will promise he's keeping it just G next time".

You can't help but kiss him all over as he pinches your sides, tickling you until you beg him to stop. For the next hour, you lie in bed, cuddling, dialoging about how you're taking this relationship to the next step.

Before you fall asleep, you realize how just his warmth makes you feel safe around him. You realize your baby is going to have a better father than it was supposed to. You're just glad you didn't give up on it before telling him the truth.

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 11

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cw: period-typical homophobic language, explicit sexual content (if you are under 18 then kindly GO ON NYOW GIT come back when you grow your first gray pube)

It feels crazy, after all that, to just get up and face the day. Feels like last Fall all over again: he’s concussed in the back of class getting bagel crumbs on a worksheet with his face still pulverized. There’s a gross pang in his chest as he goes about his morning routine, his heart all squishy and bruised like some dickhead smashed a plate over it, but whatever, he guesses. Public education and minimum wage wait for no one.

Robin grills him the whole car ride: “Oh, my god, is he okay?? Is he alive? Is your mom okay? What the hell, Steve?” and he lets her ramble with wide, worried eyes; doesn’t even get to the part about Eddie. When they pull up to the school she gets out of the car and comes around to his side, knocks on his window and leans in when he rolls it down to give him a ridiculously long hug.

"Robinnn," he grumbles; his face is mashed against her boobs. "People are gonna think we're dating."

She bends to hug him tighter still, her bony ass hanging out his window where the whole school can see. "I'd date you in a second."

"You've literally said that you wouldn't."

"Platonically, I would!!"

She gives him one last squeeze, and he watches her waddle off, trumpet case awkwardly smacking her calves.

And then he just... goes to work. He goes to stand around a nearly empty store and pretend like he even has any work to do, restocks the already full displays of candy and buffs the countertops until they shine. Three hours in and he's run out of ways to look busy and Keith is “doing admin stuff” in the back, so he gives his mom a call. Makes sure she's okay; did she eat anything yet; any updates on Ernie?

She’s fine, she's not hungry, he's alive but that's all they know for now, her tone distantly polite like Steve's nothing more than a friendly cold caller.

He shoves his fingers in his eyes ’til he sees stars when they hang up.

He calls the Henderson house next, leaves a message to apologize for skipping out early, promises that he'll be there next Wednesday and he can bring dessert this time. There’s a lunch rush after that, but the day still drags like a bad hangover, a dull throbbing in his bones, and when he finally gets home he collapses onto his bed and passes out on top of the covers with his dumb work vest still on.

—

Eddie's acting weird.

Steve sees him again on Friday, spots him and his uncle having a smoke out on the porch and wanders over to say hello. Wayne seems happy enough to chat; gives him all the news on Ernie — "Bastard's unkillable," he says, almost impressed. He’s stable now, should be home any day.

Eddie, on the other hand, spends the entire interaction behaving like a skittish cat, eyes darting to and from Steve, leg jiggling as he quietly puffs his cig.

Steve half expects him to slink off and come back to drop a dead mouse at his feet.

He feels his brows knit together, agitation creeping in. It's not like he thought they'd be best friends after a single night of ceasefire or anything — as if they'd start braiding each other's hair and trading their deepest, darkest secrets or whatever queer shit — but like…

He thought they might be cool now. At least a little bit.

And Eddie's not being rude to him, exactly, but that's somehow even worse. The polite disinterest. The subtle shift to the left. Back and away.

“Okay, well, uh...” Steve glances at Eddie, who's looking anywhere but him. Fucking fascinated by a loose thread on his ripped jeans, apparently, plucking at it with anxious fingers. “See ya around, I guess?”

Wayne says not be a stranger, and Eddie gives him a quick nod. “See ya.”

Steve grinds his teeth about it for the rest of the afternoon, then decides, like, screw this. It's a Friday night; he's not sitting around sulking all evening because Eddie Munson hurt his feelings.

He calls up a girl — some pretty blonde chick he remembers from the cheer squad — and sets up a date for later that night. Takes her to the drive-in, buys her a vanilla shake. The date's fine; it's good; it's fine. She's pretty enough, and she offers to suck him off when the main feature starts.

It’s not a good blowjob. Arguably one of the worst ones Steve’s had, and he’s had quite a few. She keeps gagging herself with these gross squelching sounds, barely getting even half of his dick in her tiny mouth and not bothering to use her hands to make up the difference. Just leaves them resting on Steve’s thighs while she makes fake whimpering moans like she’s sooo turned on by this; fucking as if; and somewhere in the middle of her repetitive, sloppy bobbing his mind starts to wander off. To the trailer, to the lot fees, the fucking pharmacy bills. Their ever-dwindling savings and what percentage of them he just wasted on this lackluster movie night; surely they’re gonna run out any day now; tick tock, tick tock.

"Um," the girl squeaks as she pulls off with a gross slurp. Steve looks down at his lap, sees he's gone soft. "Am I, like, doing something wrong, or...?"

Her voice is high and quiet, innocent and sweet, and Steve feels like an asshole. He squeezes himself at the base, gives a few quick strokes to get himself up again. "No, you're perfect, honey," he lies. "Stick out your tongue for me?"

She bats her eyes demurely and rolls over onto her side, gives him some kind of sexy pout before opening her mouth so he can jerk off over her. Steve works his wrist; tries not to be rude and look away, but her colors are all wrong. Strawberry hair. Blue irises. He squeezes his eyes shut, moves his hand faster and thinks of dark brown. Dark hair, dark lashes, dark eyes like the deep woods. Endless. Sort of mesmerizing. Nancy? "Oh, fuck," he gasps as he comes.

The girl squeals and jerks away from him, hands flying to her face. "Oh, my god! Oh, my god! You got it in my nose!"

"Sorry,” Steve grunts, shuddering through an aftershock. There’s cum on his hand, on his pants; all over this poor girl’s face. He thinks he got some in her eyelashes. "Shit, sorry, let me, uh—"

He leans over and rifles through the glove box, trying to find a napkin for her. No dice. Best he can do is an old McDonald's wrapper with a grease stain on the side. "Here, does— does this work?"

“Ew!”

“Sorry, I mean it’s that or my shirt, but then I’d have to drive you home shirtless, so-”

“Ugh,” she gives him a bitchy look. Tries to, anyway. One eye is glued shut. “Just give me that, please.”

His limp, spitty cock is still hanging from his pants when he passes her the wrapper. Flaccid and sad, like a white flag of surrender, and a bubble of hysterical laughter slips out. A choked burst of it, a pufferfished pfffft as it explodes past his lips. He’s not sure if it's the orgasm or the ridiculousness of the situation or if he's just plain lost his mind, but the girl glares at him, which...

There's still a glob of jizz on her cheek, so it doesn’t help matters much.

"I think you should take me home."

"Y-yep. Sorry. Yeah."

“Like now.”

Steve tucks himself into his jeans.

—

part 12

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[wekiaam]

2D NEWSIES: What I would change

I just realised I've been making fake concept art for a nonexistent animated Newsies adaptation for four years now. Over time, I've been getting so many ideas for this adaptation if it ever became real, I thought I would share them with you guys! This includes story changes, cut and additional songs and ideas for characters and style. I would love to know your thoughts on these!

When I started making concept art for "2dsies" as I came to be called, I intended for it to be based on the Broadway version and the Broadway version only. However, stories on stage differ a lot from stories told on screen, it just doesn't work the same way. I do still prefer the storyline of Broadway Newsies, but I think the best version would be a combination of the best parts of all different versions, plus some necessary changes. I would want Newsies to be a love letter to every production we've had, to everyone who made happen and every theatre kid who's been geeking out over it since 1992, while also being its own standalone movie that can be enjoyed by anybody. I am in no way an adequate screenwriter, these are just a few suggestions I have for a better story!

Story

Like I said, the story will be based mainly on the Broadway storyline, meaning we still have Artist Jack, Katherine, and most elements from the show that aren't in the movie. It will, however, be quite different from the show and the movie, and maybe add some more of the real events from the newsboy strike. There are still some details and scenes I would like to add and some I would remove completely.

- I like the history lesson opening from the movie, it gives people just enough background information on the real historical events the story is based on. I don't know if it should be Racetrack or Jack narrating, though.

- In Santa Fe (prologue), Crutchie mentions he's afraid the other boys will find out about his bad leg, even though they all literally know him as Crutchie, and it seems to be the first time Jack tells him about his dream of going to Santa Fe, even though they've clearly been best friends for a long time. It feels off, UNLESS they only just met, which is why I love @raggedy-albert 's theory so much. I would have the scene start off with them as kids, and have them grow up throughout the song.

- I want to add a scene in the beginning of Katherine at the New York Sun to establish her character and motivations, and possibly a little foreshadowing. Just an idea for a scene; she goes to the editor to let him read her story covering the trolley strike, but he reminds her of "her place" and that she's lucky enough to be in the position she's in and that she should go review a vaudeville or something. This would not only give her a similar motivation to the newsies, but also, if we're gonna bring the women's rights movement into the story let's do it right!

- Of course I'd also like to add more romantic interactions between Jack and Katherine, to make their relationship more believable. However, I don't think they should be a couple immediately after the finale, I was more thinking of an open ending to their relationship where Jack takes his first step to staying in New York by finally asking her out.

- Maybe add the actual scene where Jack and Davey visit Brooklyn instead of having them tell the other newsies what Spot said right before Seize the Day. Show don't tell, you know?

- A scene where Jack visits Crutchie at the refuge, similar to the one in the movie, but with the sadness Jack describes it with in the show. Again, show, don't tell. Show me how Jack visits the place of his nightmares again only to find his best friend in a worse state than ever and being unable to save him.

- Katherine punches Jack after the rally. Give it to me.

- Additional scene after Jack and Katherine's song after the rally where Jack formally apologizes to the newsies. Because in the show it just cuts from "omg he's a sellout *spits on the floor*" to "yay captain Jack is back" and it just doesn't sit right with me.

Songs

- There should be an entirely new Pulitzer song. The Bottom Line is good but by far the most skippable song on the cast recording, and The News Is Getting Better (the off broadway cut song) is a little Better but not quite the evil capitalist song we need.

- Swap Something to Believe In for When I See You Again. It's such a sweet song and I think it suits Jack and Katherine a lot better. It's much more "Neither of us know what tomorrow brings but when I'm with you I know we can change things for the better, even if it's scary but for now let's be here together and forget the world for a bit" instead of "I love you but I'm still gonna chase my cowboy dreams"

- Cut Letter From The Refuge, since my idea was to have this be a scene instead.

- Some lyric changes!

In Santa Fe: "Crutchie's callin' me, he's fine, just too damn slow"

In Once And For All: add this lyric from the movie, "Better to die than to crawl".

In Seize the Day: "Friends of the friendless seize the day, raise up the torch and light the way", not in the song but in the reprise where all the working children of the city gather before the finale.

Additional: "Still it seems like the dream of a boy, not a man", from The Truth About The Moon, a cut song from the movie that was supposed to be sung by Sarah. I don't know where I would put this lyric, but it could be said or sung by Jack as he realises what he's really looking for is not actually Santa Fe.

Characters:

- I want to add more girls to the background newsies, first of all.

- Sarah still won't do anything for the plot, but Davey and Les could mention that they have a sister. She's still canon to me.

- Speaking of Les, let's make him more likeable and also more helpful.

- Snyder has two scary dogs with him at all times.

- Just and idea, maybe Denton could still be a character if we replace Darcy with him, or maybe combine the two. Have him be Katherine's chaperone and friend formally, but also her reporter bestie. They could be a fun journalist duo!

Style

- The movie will still include the iconic choreography, which means it couldn't be fully 2D, but rather a mix between hand drawn and CGI.

-I would love for the backgrounds in the movie to be similar to impressionist and romantic art styles from the 19th century, to really sell how it's a story told from Jack's perspective. Especially his dream-like imaginations of Santa Fe would be brilliant in this style.

- I want to include a lot of weather foreshadowing. Rain right before Seize The Day and the sun breaking through when Davey starts singing. Mist surrounding Snyder and sudden darkness whenever he's near. A beautiful sunset when Jack and Katherine are alone on the rooftop. And of course, partly cloudy, clear by evening. It's such a cool way of visual storytelling when you have a plot that has no magic involved, like in most Disney movies.

- The real people characters' designs (Pulitzer, Hearst, Roosevelt) can be based on political cartoon caricature versions of themselves.

And lastly, quotes from the movie I liked that could be inspiring for the animated movie:

-"When I created the World..." "🙄" and "Where was I?" "You created the World, chief?"

- "No, we'll be just a bunch of angry kids with no money"

-"What, you couldn't stay away?" "Well I guess I can't be something I ain't." "A scab?" "No, smart."

Many of these ideas are still in development. Some might work, some may not, but I will be basing any future work I'll post on here on these ideas. I would love to see you guys  discuss and add on to these!

[hongcherry]

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Seungcheol's four weeks after the Big Argument™ in Chapter 5.

💔 Pairing: Seungcheol x Reader (f) 💔 Rating/Genres/AUs: NC-17; Angst, college au, Pretty Please Couple 💔 Warnings: Reader has she/her pronouns, implications of slut-shaming, name-calling, bullying 💔 Word Count: 2.8k 💔 Author’s Note: Been in the drafts for ages and I've finally finished it 😪

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Seungcheol knows he royally fucked up.

He knows he just said the stupidest shit ever in his life.

He knows he may have just lost you forever.

He wants to slam his fist into the drywall to expel all the frustration he’s feeling. His legs urge him to chase Jeonghan’s car so he can convince you to talk to him.

He just wants to make this right.

“You gonna talk about what just happened?” Chan inquires while watching Seungcheol pace his living room.

“I’m such a fucking idiot,” Seungcheol growls.

“What did you do?” Jun asks.

“I—” Seungcheol begins to reply, but just recalling his dumbass words makes him halt and huff instead.

“Take a breath, hyung. I’m sure you two can make up,” Chan tries to reassure.

“Here’s some water,” Soonyoung says, coming back from the kitchen and offering a cold glass.

Seungcheol mutters a thanks and takes a long swig. Despite the coldness feeling refreshing to his heated body, he doesn’t calm down.

There’s a knock at the door that startles everyone. Seungcheol slams the glass down and rushes to open it.

In his mind, he knows it’s not really you, but in his heart, he hopes it is.

“I’m back,” Jeonghan says sheepishly. “And I come bearing a gift.”

Jeonghan slowly raises Seungcheol’s car keys. Seungcheol snatches them and tries to make a beeline for his car, but Jeonghan stops him with a hand on his chest.

“I would give her some time,” he explains.

Seungcheol shakes his head. “No, I need to apologize to her.”

Jeonghan eases him into the apartment again, locking the door.

“You know she’s not going to listen to you,” he sighs.

“He’s got a point,” Jun interjects timidly.

“Yeah, you’re both really upset. You two should calm down before having any conversation,” Soonyoung adds.

Seungcheol’s first response is to ignore them. He doesn’t want his words to linger in your mind more than they already have. He doesn’t want you to see him as a bad person despite it might be too late.

He’s just eager to save the good pieces of the relationship before they get tarnished too.

But he knows his friends are right.

He’ll probably make matters worse.

Seungcheol tosses his keys on the stand and staggers to his seat again.

“Did she get home safe?” Seungcheol asks Jeonghan after a moment of tense silence.

Jeonghan nods.

“Good,” he mumbles.

The room falls silent. No one says a word and the air grows thicker as each minute passes.

Finally, Soonyoung says, “Is there anything we can do for you?”

Seungcheol continues to stare a hole into his flooring. A lot is being processed in his mind and he’s starting to feel numb.

“No,” he answers dully.

Soonyoung glances at Jeonghan as if silently asking for help.

Jeonghan sighs. “Maybe we can help lessen the situation if you tell us what happened,” he tries.

Seungcheol leans forward, elbows on his knees and head planted in his hands.

“I basically called her a campus whore,” he huffs out.

“W-What?” Jun and Chan gasp in unison, only making Seungcheol’s heart heavier with guilt.

“Did she do something that made you say that?” Jeonghan wonders.

“I thought she told Dae she was a virgin, and I found that hard to believe. I said some stupid shit after.”

They’re quiet again for some time.

Seungcheol, unable to stand the judgmental silence, pushes himself from his seat to pace the room again. Images of you in the same room appear in his mind—the scene playing out once more.

“Do you really think she’s a,” Chan trails off, not wanting to repeat Seungcheol’s words.

“No, so I don’t know why I said it,” he groans.

“Maybe you believe the rumors more than you think you do,” Soonyoung says.

“It doesn’t help Hajun, Hana, and Doyun talk down on her, too,” Jun adds.

“They’ve always been the gossipers.” Soonyoung frowns.

Seungcheol groans as he falls back in his seat, defeated.

“She’s never going to forgive me,” he insists.

“Give her some time. Hopefully, once you both talk, it’ll get better,” Chan says.

“Just show you’re sorry and make sure she knows you don’t actually believe what you said,” Soonyoung chimes in.

“I doubt she’ll even listen to me for five minutes,” Seungcheol scoffs, annoyed he put himself in this position.

“She definitely won’t right now, which is why you need to give her space,” Jeonghan says.

“Let’s go eat. Maybe some food will help you think about how to fix this,” Jun suggests.

Although Seungcheol wants to stay indoors and have guilt consume him, he agrees to go. Maybe it will help.

Seungcheol watches you detour from him on campus for the sixth time. It’s been nearly two weeks and you refuse to speak to him. Hell, you act as if seeing him will burn your eyes out. He’s become a plagued rat to you.

You want nothing to do with him.

He knew you were upset and would ignore him the first few attempts, but he didn’t expect you to drop him from your life completely.

He just needs five minutes of your time. He needs you to know he deeply regrets the words he said. He hasn’t been able to think of a way to prove it to you, but he figures putting distance between him and Hajun would be a good start.

“No luck?” someone asks behind him.

Seungcheol turns to see Joshua.

“I think she’s done with me,” Seungcheol replies, gaze still on the spot where you had turned the corner.

“She’ll come around,” he says.

Seungcheol shakes his head. “No, I don’t think she will.”

As he says those words, another chip falls from his broken heart. He hadn’t realized how much he had grown to like you until you stormed out his door that weekend. Sure, he knew he liked you more than a friend, but not to this extent.

Though perhaps he’s feeling so strongly because you paint him as a villain. He hates knowing you think so badly about him. He said some very untrue, very fucked up shit, but he’s not a bad person.

At least he hopes he’s not.

Joshua places a friendly hand on Seungcheol’s shoulders.

“Don’t be so sure,” Joshua says.

Seungcheol finally looks at his friend. There’s not much hope in his eyes.

Seungcheol stares at the flood of messages he’s sent you.

Still no response.

Sighing, he exits out of the app and sets his phone down. Maybe he’s just digging himself a deeper hole. Maybe all the texts and attempted talks irritate you. Perhaps all you think about is that damned conversation when you see his name or see his face. There’s a possibility you’ll never forgive him.

“You’ve barely started,” Hajun says as she leans over to his side of the table. Her gaze is on the open document on the screen. He’s only managed to type four paragraphs in the past hour.

“We have to turn this in in two weeks,” she continues with a disapproving expression.

Seungcheol subtly scoots away.

“I know,” he replies. “I’ll get my part done in time. Don’t worry.”

Hajun doesn’t take the hint and stares at him.

“Is something going on with you? You’ve been distracted in class and… slower with finishing your work,” she observes.

“Nothing you need to know about,” Seungcheol says.

“Everything okay with your family?” she questions.

“Yeah. Don’t worry about me.”

She frowns and rests her hand over his. Her touch lacks the warmth and jittery feelings he used to get from someone else.

“I can’t help it,” she says. “I care.”

“Plus, if you slack off, we have to pick up the work,” Doyun teases.

“I said I’ll get it done.” Seungcheol’s tone is a bit firmer. He slides his hand from Hajun’s and stands up.

“I’m going to get something to drink,” he announces. After closing his laptop, he steps out of the study room. His mind takes him back to when you stood outside this very same room. You were dressed in such bright colors that you looked out of place. However, he hadn’t felt like you were. It had felt right to have you so near.

Now, the hallway is empty.

Just like his heart.

When Seungcheol sees you in the cafeteria two days later, he turns away.

His heart seems torn in two. One half screams at him to stomp over and recite the speech he’s created in his head; the other half says it’s too late for redemption.

He isn’t putting in the towel, but he’s giving you the space you want. He’s decided to stop pestering you with text messages and campus visits. It’s obvious his advances aren’t doing him any good. If he ends up frustrating you more, you’ll never hear him out. Maybe you need to come to him instead.

But maybe you never will.

Seungcheol’s appetite dissipates. He walks back to the business building, finds a quiet place to sit, and falls asleep slumped to the side. The last memory he has before greeting slumber is holding you from behind after Seoah had left the living room in his apartment. He remembers teasing you and feeling content with his arms around you. He wonders if he’ll ever get that opportunity again.

Seungcheol sulks at the grade glaring at him.

He’s had worse, but it’s been a few years since he got them.

A shoulder bumps into him. He sets down his phone and looks up. Hajun smiles, pointing to his phone.

“I got a 93. Did I finally beat you?” she teases.

Seungcheol nods his head.

Hajun’s smile grows as she leans over his table.

“Really?” she asks.

“Yeah,” he says, lacking her enthusiasm.

“So, what’d you get?” she questions and takes the empty seat beside him.

“A 66,” he answers, shifting his gaze away.

Hajun gasps. “You’re not playing a game with me, are you?”

“No,” he sighs.

She pauses for a moment then leans in close like she’s about to tell him a secret.

“Is it because of Yn?”

There’s a subtle distaste when she says your name that makes him annoyed.

“Not everything is because of her,” he replies.

“Maybe, but a lot,” Hajun says.

Seungcheol turns his gaze to her. “Like?”

“For starters your low grades,” she replies unhesitatingly. Seungcheol begins to instantly regret asking. “Then, there’s your cranky attitude. You’ve been in a sour mood for weeks.”

She shifts closer to inspect him. Seungcheol moves away, not liking how much she’s in his bubble.

“Wait, I haven’t seen her lately. Is that why you’re… like this?” Hajun asks. She tries to mask the disgust she feels, but Seungcheol notices it.

“Where has she been? Too busy with that silly fashion show?” she continues.

“It’s not silly,” Seungcheol says.

Hajun gives him a look of disbelief. “Seriously? Her whole major is silly.”

Seungcheol takes a deep breath to calm himself down. At first, Seungcheol also didn’t understand why you would major in something frivolous, but he’s seen how passionate you are about the field. He knows how hard you work for your goals, and he finds that admirable. He supports you because he can see how much it means to you.

“Just drop it, Hajun,” he mumbles.

“Or maybe,” she begins to say with a smirk. “Was the sex really that disappointing?”

Seungcheol narrows his eyes; his body becomes rigid.

Hajun’s eyes widen. “You two actually had sex?! Really, Seungcheol? With her?”

“That’s none of your business, Hajun,” he nearly growls.

Seungcheol typically tries not to show frustration toward his friends, but she’s stepped over the line. Again.

“I told you she wasn’t worth it,” she sighs, frowning. Her voice becomes softer. “Is there anything I can do for you?”

Seungcheol picks up his phone and backpack.

“Yeah, do what I said earlier and drop it,” he grumbles, rising from his seat.

Hajun watches with big eyes, a little stunned by his harsh response. She silently pleads for him to stay.

“I—I just want you to be happy,” she says.

No, she just wants him to be happy doing what she wants. He realizes she doesn’t even apologize for what she’s said.

He doesn’t reply and finds another seat in the classroom. Thankfully, she doesn’t follow. He can feel her eyes on him, but he ignores it. He’s tempted to leave the room entirely, but with his low grades, he needs to attend the lecture.

Hana, Doyun, and Vernon walk into the room a few minutes later. Hana looks confused to see him and Hajun sitting on opposite sides of the room. Hana hesitates for a second before deciding to sit with Hajun. Doyun follows her while Vernon splits and sits by him.

“You alright?” Vernon asks as he gets his supplies from his bag.

“Should I say yes?” he questions, sinking lower in his seat from the weight of his problems.

“No,” Vernon says.

“Then no. I’m not,” Seungcheol huffs.

“Want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Okay,” Vernon pauses. “I’m here though whenever.”

Seungcheol looks at his friend. He offers a small smile.

“Thanks,” he says.

Vernon returns the expression and nods.

Even though Seungcheol tries his hardest to pay attention, his mind wanders frequently. He checks his phone even though he knows you haven’t texted him. Would you ever again?

The question brings back memories of you. He remembers going out of town with his family for spring break and texting you any chance he got. He remembers being teased about being a phone-addict. He’s not usually, but he felt like it then. He’d check his phone and be excited to see your messages. 

He also remembers talking to you on the phone for hours once he got back. He enjoyed learning more about you; he almost felt a little special that you allowed him your time. He knew you were busy, yet you had talked to him until he started falling asleep.

He shoves the device deep in his pockets, hoping he can do the same with his thoughts. 

Seungcheol doesn’t have a break between classes and heads directly to his next classroom with Vernon. Neither of them speaks much, and he’s grateful his friend understands his need for privacy. Vernon’s never been the one to push him to speak before he’s ready, and he appreciates that aspect of Vernon.

Like before, he still struggles with following along. He can review his notes later; hopefully, some of the content will come back to him.

After class, Vernon bid Seungcheol goodbye. It’s Seungcheol’s last class of the day and normally, he’d head home, but on days when he’s falling behind, he stays on campus. He often feels more focused. However before he can crack open his books, he needs a refresher.

Seungcheol leaves the business building and makes his way toward the central hub that houses several beverage and food options. He pushes the doors open and starts heading straight for the drinks line. However, familiar voices make his footsteps slow.

“She must’ve really needed to use the bathroom,” Mingyu says.

“Or maybe she ditched us,” Jeonghan replies with a chuckle.

Seungcheol takes a quick glance around and spots his friends near the pickup counter.

“We’ve got her drink, though,” Mingyu says, emphasizing his point by gesturing to one of the cups Jeonghan holds.

“I’ll go see if she’s lost,” Jeonghan sighs and leaves.

Seungcheol’s not sure who they’re talking about, but something in his gut says it’s about you.

Seungcheol detours and stops in front of Mingyu.

“Oh, hey,” Mingyu greets with a toothy grin.

“Hey,” Seungcheol replies.

“How were classes?” Mingyu asks.

Seungcheol shrugs, not feeling like doing small talk. He doesn’t want to seem too eager to talk about you, but he can’t help it.

“You here alone?” Seungcheol questions, knowing damn well he’s not.

Mingyu shakes his head. “No, I’m with Jeonghan and Yn… Speaking of, Jeonghan went to go check on her and hasn’t come back.”

As Mingyu speaks, his features become more puzzled. He turns without a word toward where Jeonghan went. Seungcheol follows.

Mingyu rounds the corner, asking, “Is she okay? What’s taking so long?”

Hajun is smiling at Jeonghan nearby while you stand a few feet away, a mixture of emotions on your face. But amidst them all is pain.

Seungcheol’s own heart squeezes at knowing something is wrong. Though, something’s been wrong.

And it’s then he realizes you’re doing something you haven’t done in weeks.

You’re looking at him for longer than three seconds.

It sounds ridiculous, but you’ve been avoiding him so much that a simple stare feels like stumbling upon a four-leaf clover.

Your gaze stirs something inside his chest. Something akin to hope.

Hope that you’ll finally hear him out.

Hope that you’ll forgive him one day.

Hope that you’ll let him back into your life.

He wants it all so badly.

A/N: More to come eventually 😫

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[brucewaynehater101]

Was afraid of sending this ask until I recalled the wise words of Junko Kaname

“If you find yourself at a dead end and there’s no other options left, doing something the wrong way might do the most good.”

Plus I'm anonymous. I've got nothing to fear

Platonic Omegaverse AU based on "Back and There Again" by wolfsrainrules and your fic "Words Unspoken" on ao3 —WAIT WAIT WAIT!!!

toss in "Three Robins walk into a tower" by Law_10 plus the fic where Tim gets Surgeoned wings

Also there's some unreliable narration later in this ask which evolved into a fic lol

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

Setup; Tim gaslights and lies to himself about Batman's abusive treatment towards him until he's forced by Jack to stop being Robin

When Stephanie comes along, he helps by giving her notes and recordings from his time as Robin, making up for where Batman lacks in training her himself

This leads to Stephanie learning and calling out just how bad his tenure as Robin was, being more distant with the Batfamily + professional-ish w/ Bruce

They try to spend as little time possible with the Bats for their own sakes from them on because the other would worry for them

While Tim doesn't have as much time as Barbara, he does presume an Oracle-like role for Stephanie to help her out

Stephanie also becomes quick friends with the Teen Titans. She's got Tim's seal of approval

Janet Drake dies. Tim is grieving and now he's stuck with Jack so he copes Batman style on the computer—

ooh nooooo. deadpanning??? that's just how I grieve, officer. I can't believe someone would kill my daaaad! who could have done such a thing? Oh you already have him detained and you're even imprisoning him in a whole 'nother state that isn't a revolving door! Thank you officer! You're my hero

Tim set things up so Cluemaster and Jack were unknowingly in the same area and Cluemaster accidentally killed Jack

But nobody is gonna figure that out. It's not like he did the deed!

And who else could advocate for the villain being jailed for life after killing a millionaire away from the New Jersey State itself than the new star of a CEO for Drake Industries, Edward Drake? The fact he works remotely from home and is insanely reclusive is totally irrelevant!

In unrelated news? Tim and Steph have become best friends who flip flip between who they have sleepovers with

Whoop! Suddenly there's two Robins running around often at the same time and they are manaces! Menaces to society I tell you!

Together they train to become the best Robin duo there ever was!

Oh no, I made this a "it gets better before it gets worse before it gets better fic" FUCK ME

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

Titans Tower isn't crack like Three Robins. In fact all the Robins are screaming and crying at each other

"You stole my name!"

"You stole it from Richard first, how about you apologize for taking away the very name his own parents gave him!"

"It's not just about Robin but my place in the family dammit!"

"Why would you not come back already! The family misses you! We aren't even daughter and son! We're just unpaid interns at best! We could never take your place. they think you're dead but the spot is open for you if you ever come back! We never replaced you! We're here until you return!"

"Batman's a crazy kid beater Tim!" Steph's right but even with a support system, abuse does a number on ya

Alas, Jason is not seeing reason and while he gets bruised up and does it back, the two Robins at least didn't get beat as much as Jason wanted. Small mercies

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

When Jason finally comes back into the fray, it's smoother than he expected. Weirdly enough, he hardly saw his Replacements in the Manor, but given he wants as little to do with them as possible? Small mercies

When Damian comes into the fray and tries to prove himself in the form of attacking both Robins? Proof that there's lots of cult deprogramming to do; but for Jason?

It's nice having demon brat around again. Dami understands what growing up in the League was like and the Replacements spend even less time around him when in the Manor. Any instances where they would usually be asked to interact face to face are done through voicemails or emails instead

Man, Tim must really be living up to Eddie Drake's image if he only sees him and Stephanie as Robins on the field now

Meh, for all he knows they're prancing around with the other bats

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

It's his 16th Birthday

Stephanie is first and only to know

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

Whenever Red Robin laments getting Spoiler's image tarnished in the super scene for good when it just could have just been his alone, she hounds him for it

As she does when he looks back to his time of cloning, thinking about their mutual lack of spleens instead of the dead

it's progress

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

The Core Five of Young Justice sit together in silence. Typing together contingencies for when Batman enacts the third test and beyond

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

"Demon brat," says Todd, ruffling Damian's hair

"Dami," says Grayson, trapping him in arms

"Son," says Father, says Pennyworth

The Replacements Father owes life debts to say "Robin," and nothing else until the public is upon them. Then they say "Wayne"

"Damian" when it is professional and polite West etiquette 

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

It wouldn't be the first time a villain---Dynamics Master---came from another dimension

The second time they were fixated on biology

Or the third time their targets were Bats

Least of all a new permanent divide between Batman and his proteges came

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

Jason hasn't let go since they got out

Neither the pups Replacements with each other

"Unhand me Todd!" Damian. His puppy fussed.

'Responsibility' Jason corrected himself. He kept him close to his chest

Didn't matter what Dami had to say. His scent betrayed him; distressed-puppy-scared-omega-help-please

Emoting through smell. Wouldn't be the worst thing in the world if it was just him and Damian

Jason didn't even realize when he started purring and rubbing his wrist against Damian's hair. Probably another "Dynamic" thing the villain raved about

Something about not wanting to be stuck in a world full of people unlike theirs, since this was the norm in their own

Damian yipped—his hearted melted, good god these Dynamics can't pick if their truth serums for thought or straight up liars themselves—as he buried his nose in the kid's hair, inhaling the smell of puppy-pack-omega-here-safe-and—

His nose scrunched with distress refusing to part from Damian

That wasn't right, it wasn't parting from him either

In fact it's been a chore to not gaze at the PUPS! Replacements the other side of the room

Replacements who would have long since left the room without a goodbye since all their checkups and duties were done for the day

Replacements who's gazes flicked between them and each other

And wore bandages over their wrists and necks

'Scent-blockers' he recalls the villain saying

Jason bared his teeth at them for a warning to— to— he had a pact to protect

Red Robin and Spoiler jumped to their feet and ran out the room, forgoing closing the doors, not once letting the other's hand go

. . .

For some reason, he and Damian's scents felt worse than ever before

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

Brown and Drake don't say his name anymore

that is if he ever sees them at all outside of Robin

They don't appear in high society either. Father said they made a scene about faking responsibilities, injuries, and sickness to get out of dealing with elites forever

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

"That villain really did a number on you, didn't he Dami?" 

"I remain unshaken!" Damian announced, wrapping fresh scent-blockers around his wrists

When the Manor's doors opened to reveal Jason—wearing blockers himself—Damian was already running towards him, not locking back at Dick until he spoke again

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

Another alien invasion—one needing all hands on deck—done with. All that was left

And barking a warning at the Replacements to not get up in his personal space

"Man, not even their teammates want them," he swore he caught a rookie hero say off-handedly, "and they're still allowed in Young Justice?"

But practically everyone was here catching their bearings, so in case he misheard it

"Hey, hey! I heard you talking about Spoiler and Red, right?"

The rookie turned to him, "You mean the nutcases?"

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

'Ever-constant despair' Cassandra had to say about the pups Replacements when Jason's hand started hovering over his phone

Alfred had commented on a trend from before the villain where they barely appreciated their meals without the other with them, otherwise they deigned for quick, efficient meals

afterwards it became impossible to get them to eat anything at all without the other with them

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

For the first time, Jason felt unfulfilled from Dick's octopus hugs. He was slowly and painfully spenting less time cuddling Damian now and he still didn't feel as hollow.

He grumbled in a way that came with being an 'Omega' and Dick didn't vocalize back. He didn't smell anything but chemicals from Richard— everyone actually

Jason felt hollow

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

Once when Jason met up with Damian after the kid changed his blockers

He whiffed Misery

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

It was during a drug bust that things really went downhill. That Jason realized he couldn't do this anymore

It was the usual. Drop in. Stop the operation. Pack things up; just with the added downside of his stronger sense of smell making drugs stink like never before—even through his helmet

Spoiler—who came in on a short notice—seemed to have the same problems, coughing like there was no tomorrow.

He could almost swear to hearing keens of all things in between her fit as she shook violently in a way he hardly saw her do

Unmasking wouldn't be an option until the Cave, so she seemed to settle for placing a hand on the bandages on her throat

He placed a hand, on a crate for support. The drugs smelled awful, sure, but to render him dizzy? It was strong, but not that much

It was then that she noticed the blood on her hand which came from blood splattered on the bandages earlier

"Shit— do you mind if I swap out my blockers quick Red Hood?" She wiped down her glove for as much blood she could

"I'm not your boss Replacement."

She scrambled to grasp for her pockets and used her now less-bloodied glove to unwrap the bloodied bandages

'Great' he wanted to spit out 'I can smell you through my helmet and your costumes.'

Instead he got hammered with the puppy-alpha scent of pup-in-danger-not-safe-omega-hates-me-help-save-me

Jason wasn't even sure he could keep himself still, but he did it. It didn't matter if his brain was rewired or scent glands got grafted onto him, he was the master of his own body—!

He can't do this anymore, he can't—

nobody one else for sure

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

Jason was going insane

He entered the cave to see Batman on the Batcomputer, but that wasn't what he was focused on, unwilling as it was

Stephanie might as well be clinging to Tim's shoulders for life, looking at the screen of the laptop he typed on

The two had forgone their blockers, forcing their scents to mix and mingle in the air, drowning the place in together-alone-pups-alpha-omega-miserable-together as he picked up bits of a discussion between about about 'dynamics' and a 'syringe' together

Tearing through his skull however was their frequent keens of miserable-pack-hates-us-we're-not-safe-here

Unseen by them was Damian, stiff if not for the movement of breathing and the gazes of oh god that was longing

Jason used all of his willpower to not tear off either of their blockers and he took Damian's hand

Try as he might, he couldn't resist keening in response to his pups. His response making the others stop barely made him feel better

Jason was going insane

He has to put an end to this

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

With even Barbara having to go offworld, Batman entrusted Tim with keeping charge of Gotham

After Batman left, he couldn't be faster in delegating some of the job to Jason, shakey as his limbs were

The back of Jason's brain tingles with deja vu seeing the sorry sight that is Timothy

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

A hospital in Gotham admitted a new patient

Days later, word hit the streets that Joker was good as dead, a vegetable for life, if only for the bare minimum brain activity and heartbeats keeping him going

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

'For once,' Jason thought as he stocked up his chosen safehouse to hunker down in, 'The Bat was right but too late in not entrusting me with unclipped wings'

He would do anything to make Gotham more peaceful than it's ever been for this string of months. Even pull every favor he had to get it done

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

"Pack everything you want to keep more than anything in your suitcase pup. nothing for keeping face, we're going to be alone"

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

"Steph! Red Hood betrayed us, it was a false alarm. Alert the on-world Bats and—!" Scent withdrawal was a nasty, nasty thing if a hug and an older omega's scent was all it took to knock the pup out

Omega-protector-here-you're-safe-now-pup wafted through the air yet unable to purge the misery-alone-unsafe clinging to them both

Jason would rectify that soon

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

Stephanie had been on her wits end and her mind frayed alongside Tim's in ways everyone and thing else would envy

Today that thread of sanity snapped. She had no pack—she can't trust anyone—Tim needs her!

The Drake Manor acquired a broken window, which the super-computer stored in it's secret bunker promptly noted for repair. no girl or boy would see it for a time

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

Deep in the Batcave, Cassandra gazed at the syringe full of fluid

A syringe which would be innocuous if not for it being locked in a suitcase that needed a mix of Tim and Steph's Dynamic vocals and pheromones to activate

Something achieved only after intense trial and error, prediction of randomly timed password lockouts, and guesswork on what clips of the two making sufficient audio were Dynamic vocals, and which of their items retained enough pheromones to trick the technology it was fresh from their wrists

Included with the syringe were documents of its nature

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

Danger!-unsafe-unwanted-pack-where-are-you-please-don't-kill-me flooded the room after Tim caught sight of Damian and Jason

The omega chuffed, pack-omega-here-pup-you're-pack

An omega-puppy's keen, i-don't-get-it-confused-you-hate-me

A puppy's yip, omega-is-safe-protector-pack-scared-unsafe?

"You're safe pup," Jason crooned, combing his fingers through the teen's hair, "You belong to my pack and so will Stephanie, nobody, not even we'll hurt you."

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

All the desperation in the world couldn't get Stephanie to escape a Red Hood who'd spent the last months studying their battle tactics endlessly

And even more months packless meant a new pup in the roster led to him purging the air of anything but his scent of precious-pups-you're-my-pack-i-love-you

Tucking his new pup in the nest, he did a round of checking on the safehouse's security, then his nest, making sure the pack was sleeping comfortably. He scented them again for good measure

Exhaustion wore on his bones. Wrapping his arms around Stephanie as Tim did Damian

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

Something was coming, Jason shot up, longlearned in trusting his gut, and as the only grown pack member? It fell onto him to protect them all

He froze at the approaching scent of a beta-pup, another pup, but how?

He heard the mechanisms of the front door unlocking and locking again, and waited for what was coming

The scent drew his gaze to Cassandra's eyes, Cassandra who was waffing lonely-packless-beta-pup-i-want-my-pack-confused

No matter, Jason made room in the nest for a fourth pup, and chuffed for her to come in

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

Jason has maybe a year left of three of his pups being pups according to their Dynamics until they're full-fledged adults

All those months before they stewed in misery because he let their pride and societal expectations trump it all

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

"The syringe" is all Cassandra has to say about her sudden dynamic

As Tim confesses, those three Young Justice members had wanted to do something about Stephanie and him withering away

The solution? Reverse engineer their own biology to craft a more autonomous means of gaining a dynamic

Jason huffs that he and Dami weren't their first pick

That being said, he isn't saying no to three more pups

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

Word rapidly spreads that the Batman's baby birds were spirited away by Red Hood

Even quicker is their meta status of the same vein

Asking strangers "Would you rather get caught doing child-involved crimes by Red Hood, or laying a scratch on his pups?" becomes a viral sensation much like Man vs. Bear

Rogues throw their hands up once Wonder Girl, Superboy, and Impulse join the fray of Red Hood's adoptees

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

When the Bats return back to Earth, they find those who stayed have not only cut contact with the rest of the world outside of Gotham and Young Justice, but have dragged Young Justice to join in on pushing their new isolationist policities to their absolute limits

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

When Batman discovers photos of the Joker's mauled and unrecognizable body have gone viral on Twitter, he's dissapointed at his own surprise as how easy finding the details were

All he had to worry was verification, which was simple enough

When the hospital's data shows that it was done with claws and teeth, unrecognizable pheromones matching just one boy he knows

Jason grins at him, omega canines on display

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

Is it Batman's business if his pups hand over a syringe and their favorite hoodies to a precious little light down two parents to Joker Gas?

Jason thinks not

. • ° · ☽ 【×】 ☾ · ° • .

I accidentally made a fic

How did this happen? Oh well then

Extra Notes

This was just meant to be a Jason & Damian & Damian thing but then Stephanie and Young Justice and Cass snuck into the nest

And this transforming into a fanfic that was semi-jason-centric wasn't on my bingo but lol

Also rip if you dunno wtf the omegaverse is lmao

Even if Joker is out of the game, Jason couldn't prevent his inventions from getting out there and being reverse engineered and being distributed, hence how Duke's parents still took the L

Now a little Jason think piece

In Canon, he's arguably just as guilty as Bruce for Joker's crimes and victims after he doesn't kill him then and there

Arguably because he cares more about Bruce than the victims and collateral of Joker's deeds

Jason in a position where more than ever, he sees family and community as his world, to the point it's need to live on a psychological level? Threats cannot be allowed to exist

Or at least be able to do anything meaningful for as long as they still live

Joker is at the top of that list. And if Jason can come back from the dead? So could he. What to do?

You only need a beating heart & brain activity to live, and Batman won't let him his long time nemesis die, even as a mercy

I'd present more questions and ideas that didn't get into the final product and do another round of editting but my computers gonna die now lol

Go crazy, go stupid about my ask everybody

Alright! I do in fact know what the omegaverse is. I don't particularly like it for a variety of reasons, but some of the concepts are cool. If I wanted to have similar enough dynamics, I typically read shifter AUs. They have the pack bonding, the scent shit, the different instincts, etc. without the stuff I don't particularly like (depending on how it's written, ofc).

The stuff I loved about this fic/AU:

Fixed Tim and Steph's dynamic in a way I didn't know I needed. Fuck yes to them supporting each other through their Robin years instead of being pitted against each other.

Steph and YJ bonding

Steph and Tim continuing to support each other even through the BruceQuest

Steph and Tim bonding over how fucked up Bruce was to them during their Robin years

The hc/au that Tim becomes an Oracle-like support to Steph's Robin

The hc (kind of canon-ish) that Jason and Damian met in the League

Jason adopting everyone including Cass and YJ and Duke

I am curious about Dick and where he is in all of this. Also, it wasn't quite clear to me who was affected by the omegaverse stuff. Everyone who was adopted by Jason was, but is there anyone else besides that villain?

Two notes you made at the end that were impactful:

Jason is complicit in Joker's murders after he doesn't kill the Joker

I think that is dependent on Jason's characterization. If, how it's often portrayed in canon/media, he cares more about Bruce's actions/reactions than justice, then this is true. On the other hand, Jason may be unable to kill the Joker due to a vicious concoction of trauma, fear, Bruce, and circumstances. It would be understandable (and a great angst/conflict point) if Joker is the only person Jason is unable to kill. He wants to, by everything he is does he want to, but he can't. If anyone wants me to expand, send an ask.

"Batman won't let his long time nemesis die, even as a mercy"

This is the type of Dark Bruce I want to see. My gods, I would kill to see a fic where Bruce views murder as a mercy, too permanent, and too forgiving. This Bruce wants to force villains, rogues, heroes, civilians, etc. to work for their redemption. If they die, how are they going to make amends? What good is atonement if the only one to witness it is God and the dead? What good is forgiveness given by those unaffected?

I'm not saying this is an okay or decent mindset (hence why it's Dark Bruce). I'm just saying it would be cool to explore a Bruce who refuses to kill for entirely different reasons. Instead of it being too far, him being worried about never stopping, or him not agreeing morally, I would fuck with a fic where he doesn't kill so he can make people pay for as long as he wants.

[vodika-vibes]

What I Know Now

Summary: When Gregor gets a call informing him that his cyare’s family decided to take a three-month long vacation, rather than spend the summer with her, he decides it’s up to him to make things right.

Pairing: Captain Gregor x F!Reader

Word Count: 575

Warnings: None

A/N: Guess who's fever finally broke, but still isn't at 100%? If you guessed me, you'd be right. Anyway here's a short little Gregor fic, I hope you all like it~

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Cody is going to kill him.

Full-on murder him.

No one will ever find his body.

But, Gregor can’t help but think as he knocks on the dark wooden door of the beach house his cyare rented, it’ll be worth it.

Sure, he had to call in some favors from a few vod’e to get here, but there are worse things than owing a few debts to his brothers. Especially if it means he can be here for his cyare while her family continues to be terrible people.

The door creaks open, and there she is. Hair messy, red-rimmed eyes, and dressed in one of his shirts…she looks miserable, but even so. She’s still the most stunning woman he’s ever met.

And he’d know. He’s met several other women since being decanted.

Confusion morphs into surprise as she tilts her head to the side, “Gregor?”

“In the flesh! Gonna let me in, cyare?”

“Uh…right. Sorry.” She moves to the side, and he cheerfully steps into the beach house. The whole building smells like coconut and flowers, and he can’t help but wonder if that’s just what resort rentals smell like.

“You don’t have to apologize, lovey.” Gregor says as he tosses a grin over his shoulder, “Where’s your room, I want to toss my stuff in there.”

She’s still staring at him, as if she can’t believe her eyes, “Gregor? What are you doing here?”

“Your friend, Momo, called me. Said that your shitty family is living up to their reputation. So, I came to help salvage the vacation. Momo and her boyfriend will be here in a couple of days.” Gregor sets his duffle bag on the couch, “You know Gree is a Commander, he can’t just up and leave like I can.”

“You’re a Captain. You can’t just up and leave either, Gregor.”

His grin widens, “Eh, I’ll be fine.”

“Cody is going to kill you.”

“I can take him.”

“...he’s going to kill you twice, Gregor!”

Gregor laughs and opens his arm. And, immediately, she slides into them, her arms wrapping around his neck while his close around her waist. “I’m not worried. You’re more important to me than anything else.”

He shivers when he feels one of her soft fingers tracing random shapes against the back of his neck, “Stubborn man. I’d have been fine.”

“Oh, I know.” Gregor lightly bumps his nose against hers, “But now you’ll be even better.”

“I don’t want you to get in trouble on my behalf.”

“You’re worth it.”

She sighs and then, finally, a smile lifts her lips. “I’m glad you’re here, Gregor.”

“Course! Not even an act of god could keep me away!” He tightens his grip on her hips and then lifts her to spin her around, pulling a startled squeal from her lips.

And then she dissolves into giggles and slides her hands to cup his face before she leans in and presses her lips against his.

Gregor doesn’t bother to set her back on her feet, preferring to encourage her to wrap her legs around his waist while he supports her weight. She breaks the kiss, though keeps her lips hovering just over his.

“I’m glad you came.” She whispers.

“How could I stay away? You needed me.” Gregor catches her lips again in a much more heated kiss.

She hums into the kiss, and then mumbles, “Always. I’ll always need you.”

And Gregor laughs, “Then I’m a lucky man.”

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I'll Always Find You

pairing: Loki x Fem!Reader

summary: Loki finds Y/N at the TVA when he begins to time slip.

word count: 961

warnings: none

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As soon as Loki realized he was getting pulled through time, he suddenly felt like he didn't have enough of it.

The problem with time was that when he would be pulled to the past, his present still continued. It made him wonder about the time he came from, where that version of him was at this point. It just confused him more, because he knew the TVA didn't work like that. He knew that the version of him he was supposed to be was no longer a 'present' being.

It was confusing and making his head hurt, though he wasn't sure if part of that was because of the time warping or not.

He was running through the halls, away from the hunters who didn't know who he was. He turned around for just a second to check how close they were before he was warping again, pain shooting across his body. He couldn't stop himself from running when he saw someone appear in front of him, so he ended up tripping over them and sending them both to the ground.

"Sorry," He was already pushing himself up and beginning to run before he saw their face. It stopped him dead in his tracks, slipping to the ground as he took her in.

"What's got you in such a rush?" She asked, brows furrowing.

"Y/N," He whispered. She was wearing the robes he'd seen Rayvonna wear, looking more regal than she had even in Asgard. Her head cocked as her eyebrows raised. She was clearly confused.

"Are you alright?" She doesn't recognize him.

This hurts worse than Mobius. It hurts because Y/N is his person. Y/N is his. They were close on Asgard, always causing trouble together. When she was sent away to study, Loki had rebelled even harder. It's why he tried to take over Midgard. Looking back, it wasn't the smartest thing to do, but originally he was hoping

"It's me, Loki!" He knows it's not worth the effort, knows that she's had her memory wiped, probably multiple times. But he can't help but beg, can't help but hope against hope. He doesn't even want to think about what made her end up at the TVA.

The last time he saw Y/N, it was bad.

He didn't like to think about it. Which was funny, because it didn't stop him from thinking about it as much as possible. All he could think about was how he left them. How he let her be banished, too afraid to be banished himself. How he cried that night, so hard his mother was called.

He had been on his way to find Y/N when the TVA took him.

"Are you okay?" She asks, looking at his dirtied shirt and the cut on his arm that he couldn't even feel anymore.

"No, no," He cannot handle Y/N not remembering him. This version of her is close to the most recent version he remembers. He tries to figure out if she's different, but he can't. This is Y/N. She is his.

"It's alright," She says, though it's clear she doesn't actually think it's fine. She's looking at him like he's crazy.

Maybe he is.

"I'm gonna leave, I can't," He feels sick until a thought enters his head. He could just enchant her.

"I should call someone," She says, her fake-nice voice on. Loki doesn't take time to apologize, simply putting a hand to her head.

It doesn't take much searching for him to find her memories. He never thought He Who Remains actually took them, that'd be impossible. They're always hidden, and he would search as long as it takes.

Except he can't, because as soon as he pulls back and sees her, sees the realization dawn on her face, he can feel it.

"You can't tell anyone you know, it's not safe!" He rushes out as he warps through time once more. He looks around, realizing he was in the present now. Mobius is looking at him in awe, pulling him close and hugging him.

"Loki, you're really back!" He says, clearly excited about his friend's return.

"Y/N's here." Loki mutters, still in shock. He's hugging Mobius back, but lightly, because he can't really think about anything but the woman that has haunted his dreams since he came to the TVA.

"What?" Mobius mutters, pulling back.

"She was, I saw her," Loki looks around, as if she'll be there.

"We'll find her, Loki." Mobius tries to console, but Loki is already walking down the hall. He just needs to find her, even if she doesn't remember, because he can make her remember again. She just needs to be there.

It's almost as if he hadn't felt her loss deeply. He hadn't had the time, too busy rebelling against his father for crowning Thor when he was the rightful heir. Knowing where she was, knowing that she had been stuck here for God knows how long, it made him sick. He had no idea how long it had been since he had given her memories back.

"Have you seen her?" Loki asks, describing her appearance as quick as he can as they walk through the TVA.

"Actually, yeah," Mobius pauses, causing Loki to turn. "She was friends with Rayvonna. I think her office was right next to her's!" The two of them turn to begin on the path to the offices when Loki ran straight into someone.

"Loki!" Y/N threw her arms around him, letting him hold her close. "Oh God, I thought you'd never come back. I thought you'd never find me." She whispered, trying not to cry.

"I'll always find you." He kissed the side of her head, tucked into the side of his shoulder and tried to keep the tears at bay. "Always."

//

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler @thefandomplace @punzoquack @mcueveryday @icequeen1371

[sugawarassoulmate]

pining! kei starts acting super cold and passive aggressive towards reader. she confronts him and in the heat of the moment he says something out of pocket making her cry. he instantly regrets it and runs after her to apologize but she’s in aki’s arms sniffling

😈😈😈

word count: 614

cw: fem!reader, name-calling, jealousy, pining!kei, no smut but minors dni

"you're crabbier than usual lately, what crawled up your ass and died?" you poked at kei's side, interrupting his study session for the millionth time.

he had been so snippy with you the past few days, which wasn't completely out of the ordinary but he usually had a reason for being upset. "if you're not here to study, go bother yamaguchi," he said curtly."

kei should know better than that, though. you've always been a thorn in his side—a welcomed one most of the time but a thorn nonetheless. his words do little to dissuade you and within a few minutes, he can feel your hands on him again.

"fucking what?" he snaps again, slamming his textbook down on his desk but it barely fazes you.

"just tell me what's wrong and i'll leave you alone," you said, crossing your arms. "i don't think i've done anything wrong to bother you lately so just get over it."

kei is always patient when it comes to you but for some reason, you're the last person he wants to see. he tries to ignore your constant nagging but you're persistent as ever.

and he, unfortunately, snaps.

"do you always have to be so fucking annoying? can't you see i'm trying to do something? do you need attention so bad all the fucking time, jesus," he says, pushing you away from him to turn back to his work.

you tried to speak up for yourself afterward but kei wouldn't hear it. "are you fucking deaf? i don't give a shit, y/n. go bother someone else." he berated again, plugging his headphones in to tune you out.

he isn't quite sure when you left but kei could feel the guilt from his words buzzing inside himself as soon as they left his mouth.

the truth was kei had noticed the closeness between you and his brother and had gotten a little jealous. you had always been his friend and the idea of akiteru swooping in and taking you — sweet, naïve, vulnerable you — into his clutches bothered him.

but the crush you had on kei's older brother was painfully obvious. all your longing stares and heart doodles in the margins of your notebooks were dedicated toward the tall goof. it made kei wonder why you never looked in his direction with the same affection.

still, coming at you like that did nothing to make him feel better and he's sure you're feeling way worse. coming out of his room, kei decides he's gonna go to your place to apologize.

as he's heading to the front door to put on his shoes, he notices the door of akiteru's bedroom. it's slightly ajar but just enough for kei's golden-brown eyes to make a passing glance.

kei stops dead in his tracks when he sees you curled up in his brother's arms, sniffling into his shoulder. "i wasn't trying to bother him, aki, i don't know why he snapped like that," you said, tears still evident by the tone of your voice.

akiteru, who noticed kei as soon as he walked into the hallway, had you in his lap, strong arms curling around you protectively. "shhhh, don't feel bad, baby," he coos, patting your head gently. "maybe he needs some space. why don't we spend time together instead, hm?"

he wipes your tears away, smiling softly at your pretty face, and offers more kind words to help you relax. "there's my pretty girl, let's take a nap," sniffling once more, you nod and allow akiteru to shuffle your bodies around so you're laying in each other's arms in his bed.

kei walks back to his room alone

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[violivs]

NMTDaily: The Ben Show

- How can I love a fictional character so much, yet cringe so hard I fold in half every time he opens his mouth? The duality of fangirling.

- I don’t care, I love that Ben came up with a terrible theme song and title card for his YouTube show and then never used it again. What a precious nerd.

- “to add some new voices into the debate” babes, this isn’t a debate. Claudio is gonna keep liking his crush no matter what you think, I’m so sorry.

- Ben is PRESSED about Claudio dating. It’s going to get worse. He cannot handle losing his friends even hypothetically.

- Pedro the natural talk show guest thanking the audience for the imaginary applause is gold, as is the ‘WTF’ face he makes when Ben says he’ll photoshop some shit in later. He has Ben’s number, that boy’s never used Photoshop in his life!

- “he’s one of my best mates” “thanks” it’s the way Pedro is momentarily touched and then Ben goes back to being annoying and Pedro’s like, right, never mind.

- Ben is soooo… like, ‘if I constantly tell myself I’m the coolest guy ever and everyone is lucky to be my mate, eventually I’ll start to believe it. Right? …Right?’ (He’s my blorbo and I want to hug him even when he’s being the worst.)

- I love them spending a good 30 seconds just singing Claudio’s name in various tones until he comes in.

- Pedro immediately gives Claudio a noogie. It’s all annoying teenage boys here! It’s how they show affection lol

- Why do I feel like Pedro has absolutely already guessed who Claudio likes? It’s still bad of Ben to tell him, but the smirk on his face! He knows.

- Other people have also noted that it’s really easy to tell what name Ben is writing down. So if Peter didn’t know before, he certainly does in that split second.

- Interesting that Ben doesn’t believe in love, his whole goal is to talk Claudio out of going out with Hero, but he still keeps describing Hero as the girl Claudio LOVES. Not likes. Even Claudio is saying ‘no I don’t love her yet’. Ben’s probably trying to point out exactly that, that it’s not that deep and Claudio should let it go.

- But it’s also interesting to remember that (spoilers!) Ben’s first love is zero-to-100 immediately using the L word right after they get together Love, so in a way that’s all he knows. He just doesn’t, ah, know it yet.

- Really going in on Hero’s height here. Probably because she’s such a lovely person you have to fabricate some cons for the pro-con list. (And because it’s an adaptation of lines from the play, of course.)

- Hero’s almost 16. Is Claudio 16? Is he a year younger than Ben and Pedro and Bea? Or are the four of them all seniors, making them 17 going on 18?

- Ben is going to absolutely hate himself for making a sex joke even remotely involving Hero by the time he rewatches these videos, oh god.

- Peter the peacekeeper! The way these dynamics start out, knowing how they’re going to change, is fascinating. Ben needed to be called out here and he listened, begrudgingly. Well done Pete.

- The boys are so tactile. Tackling each other, the aforementioned noogie. It’s both fighting each other and showing affection. Just something to note.

- Ben giving the most insincere apology in the world. He rags on people because he loves them, and he doesn’t always know when to stop. (Kind of like Beatrice does…)

- “I’m going as the best superhero ever.” “Beyoncé?” “I wish!” ICONIC exchange tbh

- Ending on an Allons-y! And the sonic turning off the video. I love that. What an adorable nerd.

- “Pedro beatboxing” I love having captions on, this is a GEM. He looks so proud of himself for the beatboxing too! I love it.

💖🥭🦩

[dragonmasterhiccup]

It took her an additional second to comprehend what he said, the warmth on her face steadily increasing once she did. But then, she was spun and Freya didn't have the proper words to speak as she laughed in delight before standing in front of him again. "You're the only one who can be that cheesy around me and get away with it, Hiccup ."

Raising her brows in a short moment of surprise, she eyed her boyfriend as if to make sure he wasn't joking. "Seriously? I highly doubt that but…thank you." She lightly nudged him with her elbow, joy evident on her features. "You're not so bad yourself, Dragon Master."

Glancing around the Great Hall, the maiden pursed her lips and firmly nodded. "Yup, my mom and dad probably won't be home till the next day…they like to stay here for the whole thing.."

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His words made Freya smile despite the thoughts that plagued her mind, filled with affection for him while tilting her head. "Y'know…I wouldn't be shocked if Ayla does call you her brother someday. She treats you like it already, so..it's only a matter of time..!"

Sitting down as comfortably as she could in the chair she pulled up beside him, her mind wandered off into what exactly her little sister mentioned. It felt as if she were stepping into an unexpected pile of mud; it left her disconcerted and ruffled, something not so enjoyable. Hiccup's question shook her out of that state, briefly, and there was a faint awkwardness settled inside of her.

'Am I making things worse..?' She cleared her throat, fidgeting with her fingers while answering: "Uh…she's probably gonna be up early…especially since it's Snoggletog tomorrow. I would too, but…I'm not a big morning person, obviously.." Her statement reminded herself of what would be happening the next day. She nearly forgot due to the new situation which took over her thoughts - astoundingly so.

When he paused in his movements, so did Freya, her gaze hesitating to glance at him in that small duration. Was she appearing too frustrated all of a sudden? Was she doing something wrong? It was probably her fault for causing whatever atmosphere they were in now. About to voice her apologies, she halted as he continued to gently take the flowers out of her hair, startling her even more once he talked about the very subject she was contemplating.

'He..knew..?' Another feeling came, although she wasn't sure how to label it. Could it be named as relief? Affirmed? There also seemed to be a lingering guilt, but it wasn't vigorous. "…Am I that obvious..?" She quietly chuckled, attempting to enlighten the mood. "..I don't want to come across as…I don't know.."

Needing a few seconds to finish, her tone became more hushed, "I was under the impression that I shouldn't be acting this way…I mean, Ruffnut is our friend -- I just-" Out came an ambivalent sigh. "I…I guess I would prefer if she…didn't do those things..cause…" Her sentence trailed off, glimpsing at him to speak the unsaid words of: 'We're together now.'

As he came to sit next to her, Freya began to finally ease up a bit, letting herself be soothed under each careful touch to her hair he did to get the flowers off. His claims of not having a sister didn't sound as believable when he was dealing with every black strand of hers; it could've been considered perfect by how assiduous he handled it. "Well, you did such an amazing job with your steps and whatnot…better than me, even!"

Her eyes steadily ignited in a rising contentment, glad that the previous weight of what Ayla revealed was being lessened. She kept an unwavering gaze on the small flames within the fireplace, a reminiscent smile forming as her boyfriend got the remaining flowers out. "Wanna know something…? I actually remember seeing you dance more than once for these Snoggletog events..when we were younger."

Trying to suppress the chuckle that came, her voice showed evidence of delight, "You made it look more fun than intended, at least for me…and that was before…everything happened.." She didn't specify what the term 'everything' meant, predicting he'd get the hint she referenced when he discovered Toothless.

Her attention strayed to his face, memorizing all the details upon it as much as possible. This time, she didn't fully attempt to hide the fact she was staring. "..I've barely counted 16 freckles on your face…and I'm still not done." Pausing for a moment, she didn't fully comprehend if he was done dealing with her hair, becoming lost in the green tranquility that was his eyes.

Inching closer ever so slightly, Freya held a sincere gaze set upon him. "Hiccup, thank you for…for talking about it..the whole Ruffnut thing. I probably wouldn't have mentioned it if you hadn't…which wouldn't have ended well for me…for both of us, really.."

In that split minute, she hesitated to get closer again, parts of her mind still 'recovering' from having to constantly tell herself their relationship was fake. 'It's real now, it's not a facade anymore..' And yet, she silently questioned herself; was she truly able to freely do the things a 'normal' couple would with Hiccup? Could she reach out and hold his hand just because she felt like it? Could she hug him without restraint or fear of being pushed away?

Could she talk to him for a longer duration and not get him tired or annoyed? Could she be herself around him and not worry about what her father or anybody else might think? But then, it hit her. Of course. That's why they were in a genuine relationship now. He felt the same way towards her, making her giddy again.

Freya could do those things - she had the privilege of being by Hiccup's side. And she did not plan on letting that go to waste. So, with the accepted knowledge in mind, she closed what little distance remained between them and held his cheek in the palm of her hand, delicately kissing him. Moving the same hand, she softly brushed her fingers against the edges of his hair, temporarily making contact with the braids intertwined in the auburn locks.

Freya could be the one to do that.

Slowly pulling away, her eyes opened to land upon the two braids Ayla had done for him, sitting straighter in her spot as the familiar warmth clothed her once more. "…That was, uh…that was my way of thanking you…" Quickly, she added: "I-If you don't..uhm, if you aren't comfortable or are bothered by that option then just tell me.."

Clearing her throat, the future Chief's girlfriend timidly pointed at his hair while glancing towards the fireplace. "…Your, uhm… One of your braids is becoming loose.." Would she admit that wasn't entirely the case? No…but it could give her the opportunity to braid it herself for the first time.

Hearing that made him perk up a bit. "You really think so?" Grinning, he found himself looking forward to the day Ayla called him 'brother'.

Chuckling at her statement, he nodded in agreement. "That I remember..." The two times they'd been trapped overnight in that cave allowed him to see different sides of Freya he hadn't before.

He had to admit though, her grumpy morning persona was something he found endearing.

Taking out another yellow flower, he shook his head. "No, you've just been a little off since Ayla mentioned it, is all...that, and you forget, I know you pretty well now." Raising his brows, he asked, "What?"

Oh.

Agreeing with her, he pointed out, "It is perfectly normal to not want another woman touching your boyfriend, at least in the way she was. Frankly, I wouldn't be comfortable either if that Arvid fellow had succeeded in being your dance partner tonight. Ruffnut is our friend, maybe she just forgot we were together. As soon as I told her no, she did back off."

"Arvid, on the other hand, seems to not care that you're spoken for now." Bringing a hand to his chin, he pretended to be deep in thought. "Perhaps Toothless and I oughta teach him a lesson..."

Shrugging shyly, he waved a hand. "Nah, I just had a bit more practice, that's all. You'll outshine me next year for certain!"

Pulling out the final flower, he added it to the pile on the table. "Well, that's the last of them. I'll leave unraveling the braid to you, I think..."

At her question, he leaned in closer, curious as to what she'd say.

Cracking a smile, his gaze fell to the floor as he chuckled, looking back at her as he spoke, "Really? You remember that? Gods, I--I was all limbs then!" Running a hand through his hair, he laughed, "It was one of the few things I didn't mess up!"

He met her gaze for a moment before shyly looking away, realizing she was staring. "Sixteen? You haven't had much time to count then, have you?" Even he had no idea just how many freckles he had, just that it was a lot.

Looking back at her, he gave a small nod. "I...I had a feeling you wouldn't say anything. Things like this, if left unaddressed, they could cause bigger problems down the line. It's best to talk about them before they snowball into something so big, it can't be managed..." Shrugging slightly, he added, "And, like I said, it bothered me too."

Sensing some hesitation in her, he tilted his head curiously, wondering what she must be thinking about. The flowers may be out of her braid, but the red paint still gave her that ethereal look. He found himself staring at her, and the way her eyes reflected the firelight.

Hiccup didn't even register that she was getting closer until she'd kissed him, his eyes going wide for a moment before closing as he kissed her back. He could feel her fingers in his hair, but he didn't mind it. With Freya, he was comfortable. He knew she wouldn't press too far, and there was something about being with her that made him feel calm.

Pulling away, he blinked his eyes open, smiling warmly at his girlfriend.

Not comfortable? Shaking his head, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her back in for another kiss. "No," he said softly, "you, you can touch my hair anytime. With you, I'm comfortable. If anything comes up where I'm not, I'll tell you."

Reaching up to touch the braid, he asked, "It is?" Glancing over at her, he got an idea. "Would you, would you mind fixing it for me?"

[fangirlwriting-stories]

New Start

Summary: No One Knows AU Part 12, Danny and Valerie get to know each other.

...

So Valerie was absolutely right not to want sidekicks.  Apparently what being on the same team actually means is “as soon as you get hurt one of us is going to give you some comment about how maybe you need more practice too and fly off, and then the other one is going to give you an apology for what the first one did because she couldn’t be bothered, then fly off after her to tell her off instead of checking on you.”

Let her restate: she could do without.

She’d pulled herself up and managed to check herself over fairly well like usual, and thankfully the only sign that she was hurt was a bad bruise on her leg.  It ached slightly to put weight on it, but in terms of ghost fights, it could have been a lot worse.

Still, the so-called sidekicks she’d gone out of her way to help could have stayed to check on her at least.

Valerie shakes her irritation off with a sigh, and refocuses her gaze on the Fenton kid walking next to her.  She probably shouldn’t spend the whole time thinking about Thing 1 and Thing 2 being jerks.  It’s not like that’s his fault.

She is a little curious why the idea of going back to school made him look physically ill, but he hasn’t asked why she ditched (which she appreciates), so she’s not going to ask what’s going on with him either.

Instead, they’re both wandering through the mall, neither saying much.  Which Valerie does get.  It’s not like they’re friends.  They kind of just ended up in the same place at the same time, and now they’re here.  Still, they can’t spend the whole time in silence.

“You want to get some food first?” Valerie asks, and Danny glances over at her.  “Did you miss lunch?”

She hadn’t, but ghost fights aren’t exactly known for being light work.

After a second, Danny nods.  “Yeah.  Yeah, let’s get some food.”

So they head over to the food court, and Valerie looks around at her options.  She doesn’t have a ton of money, but she has enough left over from her last paycheck to get her something small.  Then she can go window shopping.

Danny gets a burger and fries, and Valerie tries not to eye it with jealousy when she gets a small thing of fries for herself and follows him back to a table.

As soon as they sit down, though, Danny looks at what she’s gotten and then back up at her face.  “Do you want me to buy you a burger?”

Valerie blinks.  “What?”

“I can get you a burger if you want one.”

Valerie blinks again, then processes what he’s asking.  “Oh, no,” she says instantly, waving her hands.  “No, that’s okay.”

“You sure?  I have the money.”

“No thank you,” Valerie says, looking down at her fries.  “I couldn’t pay you back.”

“You don’t have to,” Danny says, but Valerie shakes her head again.  She doesn’t like handouts, and she doesn’t really know Danny.

Thankfully, Danny drops it, though Valerie does notice he eats his food much slower than she does, and they finish about the same time.  Valerie looks at him strangely for a minute as they both do, trying to figure him out.

“What?” Danny asks eventually, turning to look back at her.

“I don’t know,” Valerie says with a shrug.

“You were looking at me.”

“Why’d you agree to come here?”

Danny shrugs back.  “It sounded way better than going back to school.”

Again, Valerie wants to ask why.  But she can tell Danny doesn’t want to say, so she leaves it.

They stand together, and head for the exit of the food court.

“I think I’m probably just gonna do some window shopping today,” Valerie says, praying Danny won’t ask why, even though they both probably know after what she got at the food court.  “So we can go wherever’s interesting for you.”

Danny looks around for a second, seems to consider, and then says, “You know what, I’d rather go to the park.”

Valerie blinks.  “Uh.  You sure?”

“Yep,” Danny says.  “I’m glad we got some food, but I don’t know if I’m really in the mood for shopping today.  Plus, this is probably the first place people would check for ditching students.”

He does have a point there.  So after a second, Valerie shrugs, says “Alright,” and they both head back out of the mall.

The park thankfully isn’t too far of a walk, and it’s a nice day.  She still feels the slight tension from being with someone she doesn’t know, but the weather and Danny’s lack of questions don’t hurt.

Eventually, as they walk around a corner and spy the park in the distance, Danny nudges her in the side.  “Hey.  Look at that.”

Valerie follows his gaze and sees a man with a ridiculously big cowboy hat on.

“Woah,” Valerie says.  She gives a short laugh.  “You think he’s hiding something under that thing?”

“Oh absolutely,” Danny says with a smile of his own.  “What do you think it is?”

Valerie takes one more look at the guy and thinks for a minute.  “A safe with thousands of dollars in it,” she says.  “He’s on his way home from a bank robbery.”

Danny gives a startled laugh.  “And he’s balancing a metal safe on his head the whole way?”

“What, how hard could it be?” Valerie asks, which succeeds in making Danny grin again.

“Personally,” he says as they keep walking.  “I think he’s hiding a pet bird.”

“Yeah?”

“Yep.  He’s going to a restaurant where they don’t allow pets.  He’s going to keep sneaking food up near his hat like in Ratatouille.”

 Valerie laughs again, grinning back at him.  “I didn’t realize you had jokes, Fenton.”

“See that was your first mistake,” Danny says.

“What?”

“Assuming I’m not funny.”

Valerie snorts, and turns to face the park as they reach it.  “Alright,” she says.  “Go again.  What’s…” she looks around for a minute, then points at a guy walking a dog while wearing an “I Hate Dogs” t-shirt.  “That guy’s story?”

“Hey no, you came up with the first story last time,” Danny says.

“Taking turns is fair,” Valerie says.  She narrows her eyes teasingly.  “Unless you think you’re not up for the challenge after all?”

Danny sticks his tongue out at her for a second, then turns to look back at the guy as they both start walking a safe distance behind him on one of the trails.  “He’s got a partner who picks all his outfits, and he trusts them implicitly, so he put that shirt on without looking.”

“Picks all his outfits in a ‘he’s helpless’ way or picks all his outfits in a ‘they’re controlling’ way?”

“Picks all his outfits in a ‘he works night shifts and is dead on his feet every morning and also his partner has an appreciation for comedy’ way.”

Valerie considers this, then nods.  “I’ll take it.”

“Alright, your turn,” Danny says.  He looks around for a minute, then nods subtly towards the woman on the bench they’re passing.

Valerie waits until they’re out of earshot and then says, “She looks totally normal.”

“Hard mode,” Danny says with a smirk.

Valerie rolls her eyes, but her smile is fond.  “Alright then.  She… is deep undercover from the New York mafia.  So deep undercover she moved to Illinois and is forced to dress like the most boring person alive.”

Danny grins at her.  “I’ll take it,” he repeats from her.  “That was pretty good.”

“Yes I know,” Valerie says, tossing her hair over her shoulder in a stereotypical display of ego.  “Alright, new hard mode.”  She nods at the guy in front of them again, still out of earshot.  “What’s the dog’s story?”

Danny looks at the dog for a minute, and as they both watch the dog pulls the man forward, barking and running with clear intent to chase after a squirrel.

“Ultra-intelligent super dog,” Danny says.  “That squirrel is its arch enemy, and that dog is the last thing standing between that squirrel and world domination.”

Valerie nods solemnly, going along with the bit.  “We owe him a debt of gratitude.”

“Tragically, the world will never know of his heroics,” Danny says, shaking his head.

“But Danny, he deserves to be acknowledged!”

“Knowing the world’s citizens are safe is reward enough,” Danny says, putting a hand to his heart.

Valerie wipes an imaginary tear from her eye.  “He’s such an inspiration.”

They both turn to look at each other for a minute, and then burst into giggles, which overtake them for a couple seconds.

Finally, Valerie rises to face Danny with a bright smile.  “Alright, you’ve convinced me, Fenton.”

Danny blinks.  “Convinced you of what?”

“That I want to hang out with you again,” Valerie says.  “I work tomorrow.  How’s your Saturday?”

Danny seems to take a minute to process what she says, but then he smiles, looking surprised but not unhappy.  “It’s good,” he says.  “I’m still working on rebuilding a regular social life after being grounded for months.”

Valerie snorts and crosses her arms.  “You had a regular social life before?”

“Not really,” Danny admits.  “Does the Saturday question mean we’re done today?”

“Unfortunately I have to work today too,” Valerie says.  “But uh, seriously, thanks.  This was fun.”

“It was,” Danny says with a nod of agreement and a smile of his own.  He tips his head curiously.  “Can I walk you to work maybe?”

“No,” Valerie says instantly.  “I mean, uh— nah, that’s okay.  It’s a long walk.  And I’ll see you tomorrow at school, right?”

Danny nods, seeming unbothered.  “See you then,” he agrees, and then they split off at the exit to the park.

She definitely doesn’t want Danny to know her job.  Like she’d ever live down that embarrassment.

But if she has a little smile on her way home to grab her mascot suit, well.  Danny doesn’t have to know about that either.

[spaceratprodigy]

The Siren Song of Devil's Peak

yes I am using this drawing as a cover image again lmao it cracks me up and I didn't feel like making something else. I think it's still rather fitting ✏

"Welcome back, Captain" Ada greeted as Faith stepped through the door of the Unreliable, her companions not far behind her.

Faith had been more quiet than usual.

She didn't want to be here, didn't want to be alone with her thoughts. The stillness of her room had been suffocating. She had been spending more and more days away, wandering anywhere she could on Monarch.

Her friends, however, were tired.

They needed a break, food, for Ellie to make sure they weren't falling apart. Faith needed it, too, but her body wouldn't let her stop. She was ready to head back out.

"Hey Boss," Felix chimed "are you feeling-"

"I'm fine" Faith cut him off sharply, immediately looking down in shame. "I'm sorry."

"Cap, we're worried about you. You need to rest" Parvati said, her tone more concerned than usual.

"I'll be fine, I need to go back out there."

"For what? Boss, you need to stop. We have to talk about this" Felix interjected.

"We don't have to talk about anything. You two get some rest, I'll see if Nyoka and Ellie-"

"No!" Felix's worry was turning into frustration "look, I'm sorry but.. I don't want you to get hurt. You can't keep running away."

"Cap.." Parvati was softer now "you're not in a good way and this isn't healthy."

Faith knew they were right. She was avoiding the fact she had to confront the problem in front of her sooner or later. That's why she won't sit still, why she keeps running headfirst into the Monarch wilds against everyone's warning.

Can't feel how much pain she's in if she's too distracted defending herself from things trying to kill her from all angles.

"Cap, you need to sort this mess out. I know he hurt you, but.. you and Max need to talk about this."

"Hah!" Felix was annoyed "you mean Max needs to come down here and apologize for being an ass. Boss, why are we even keeping him around after the way he lied to you?"

"Felix, I don't wanna.." Faith began but trailed off.

Because I don't want him to leave.

"At least talk to us about it. We're your best friends and we want what's best for you." She knew Felix was being sincere.

"Yeah, Cap. We're family, we don't want you goin' through this alone."

Faith didn't know what to say. She appreciated how much her crew, her friends, were trying to help her. Her heart was just in so much pain. She was confused, scared, she didn't really know what she wanted.

I want Max.

"I.. I.." she was trying. "Thank you.."

"Captain," Ada's voice rang through "you have a call coming in from Devil's Peak Station."

Parvati and Felix glanced at each other nervously.

"Hey Boss.. maybe you shouldn't take that call.." Felix began to say, anxiously rubbing the back of his neck.

"Why? Hiram's my friend" Faith was surprised at her companions reactions.

"Well, yeah.. but.." Parvati was trying to think of what to say "last time you were hidin' out there, you and Mister Blythe were gettin' real close.."

Faith was waiting to see where this conversation was leading.

"We just think that maybe.. havin' him in the picture is makin' things.."

"Worse" Felix butted in.

"Well, No! I mean.. not worse.. just.. complicated?" Parvati's voice cracked.

Faith stood there in silence, crossing her arms. Her friends were babbling, unsure of how to get their point across gently.

"Boss, please just listen to us on this one" Felix finally said.

"There's a lot of hurt and raw emotions in the air right now. We just think the closer you get to that Broker fella.."

"Everything is going to be fine" Faith finally spoke "Hiram and I are.. just friends."

Why did I hesitate?

Felix and Parvati noticed, giving each other another worried glance.

What are they so worked up about? Faith thought, walking away to answer the call.

They're acting like I'm gonna fall for the guy or something.

We're just friends.. Right?

Her heart was beating hard now.

Oh stars..

She answered the call and Hiram's face popped up on the screen.

Dammit.

"Ah, Captain! There you are. Thought for a moment you may have forgotten about me."

The snark in his voice would have been of annoyance to others, but she had come to learn this was him being rather playful. In his own way, of course.

"I could never, Hiram."

"Are you still on Monarch by any chance?"

"Suppose I am, what would The Great Broker ever want with me? Need someone to get their hands dirty for you again?"

She knew how to play right back.

Hiram flashed her a small smile, immediately finding his serious face again.

"Come to my station, will you? I want to speak to you directly."

"Oh! How unusual of you to want to do business in person" Faith teased, unsure why she was trying to sound her flavor of freelance professional, Felix and Parvati's little talk was making her nervous.

"Let me get my crew and-"

"No" Hiram said sternly "I wish to speak to you." He swallowed, trying to keep his cool.

"Alone."

"Sounds a little dangerous doesn't it?" Faith rarely went anywhere without backup.

"You've done it before. Just to seek me out. All by your lonesome, might I add" he gave her a subtle grin "be a doll and do this for me, yes? I'll be expecting you."

Hiram hung up before Faith could get another word in.

Sly bastard.

Faith turned back towards the door, already knowing Parvati and Felix were still standing there. Waiting with concern. Knowing better than to leave their captain alone again in fear of what trouble she might get herself into next.

Fuck.

[she-karev]

First Day Back (Japril Imagine)

Previous Part Here

Age Rating: 12+

Chapters: Five of Five

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Ship: Jackson Avery x April Kepner

Trigger Warning: Elements of human trafficking

Human Trafficking Resources: https://humantraffickinghotline.org/en, https://www.dhs.gov/blue-campaign/what-human-trafficking,

Canon Episode: Season 17 Episode 6

Summary: April is relaxing at the tent outside with Amber where they make up. They later talk about their relationships and whether or not to give their respective exes another chance.

Words: 2419

April 29th, 2020

April sits in a chair staring at the manila envelope in her hands on the table under the tarp of the attendings tent outside. She listens to the pitter patter of the heavy rain that comes to Seattle most of the year. She thinks it’s fitting that it’s raining on a day like today. A day that has tested her limits and makes her worry for her daughter more than she already does.

She did her best to help Jada and Shanice so they can feel safe for the first time today. April saw the video of the altercation at the scene between firefighters and cops and her heart broke at the sight of one of the mothers being slammed into the hood of a car like some criminal further traumatizing her daughter. April is well aware that if it was her on the scene defending her daughter the cops wouldn’t arrest her because she doesn’t look like a threat to the cops and it infuriates her.

All of this makes April’s blood boil with rage. In an already terrible time, she didn’t need to be face to face with the injustices of the police system. She didn’t need to get a glimpse of what could have happened to her daughter. She didn’t need to see the world her daughter is gonna have to grow up in. Her rage shifts to sadness when she acknowledges there is nothing, she can do to fix this big problem for Harriet who deserves all the good things in this world.

“Is this tent taken?” April looks up to find Amber Karev approaching the table across from hers wearing a rain jacket. Amber takes the wet hoodie off and looks at April with guilt that she also shares with her friend.

“It’s a free country.” April responds leaning back in her chair, “Or it should be at least.” Amber sits down in a chair facing April from the table ten feet away from her. They are silent for a moment before they both speak up in unison.

“I’m sorry.”

“No.” April shakes her head at Amber apologizing, “I shouldn’t have said those things to you. You were just unloading and instead I projected all my problems on you and I’m sorry. I’m sorry for coming on too strong that night it was stupid.”

“Yeah it was.” Amber agrees, “But I said some things too, things I shouldn’t have brought up unless I wanted a punch in the face.”

“That is very true.” April nods with a slight grin, “Your lucky I’m more even tempered than you otherwise you would have ended up over the balcony that night.”

“I would have taken you down with me I guarantee it.” Amber retorts with a smile causing April to chuckle lightly, “Yeah I was waiting for you to apologize but then…I heard about those girls you were treating.”

April nods with a frown, “Yeah it makes our little squabble stupid and slight.”

“It really does.” Amber sighs in her chair before saying another apology, “I’m sorry for bringing up Samuel that was low, I am so sorry.”

April inhales and nods, “Well you weren’t the only one who brought up another person’s painful past that night. I’m sorry for calling you a coward for not giving DeLuca a chance because of your mom. It wasn’t my place, and I don’t know the extent of what that woman put you through. I’m sorry for belittling it and trying to make you feel worse than you already do.”

Amber looks down at her hands in sadness, “There might have been some truth to what you said that night. Not about me being a coward but about letting my mom and brother cloud my judgement when it comes to Andrew. I am so afraid of him triggering me again that I haven’t considered that maybe he won’t. I mean he’s doing the work; I can see that but all I can think about is how my mother did the work too until something came up and she broke.”

“Well, everyone treats their own mental illness differently.” April reminds Amber, “And not that I am defending her but back when she was first diagnosed people would lock mental patients up and toss the key. And the was before medicine evolved and people started to live with this disease. It’s the same with DeLuca’s father. Andrew’s illness is hard, and I get how his behavior triggered you but he’s trying to get ahead of it. I know you don’t have much exposure to it, but people can live with mental illness and be their best selves around their loved ones.”

“…Yeah I think I’m starting to see that with DeLuca.” April looks at her friend in sympathy listening this time instead of responding, “I mean just an hour ago he told me what I needed to hear. He told me he would keep prioritizing his mental health and not putting our relationship second to his mania. It’s what I wanted to hear from him months ago only now so much has happened.”

DeLuca’s Speech Here

“I saw him break down in tears in the middle of the lobby and it was like seeing my mother all over again. He kicked me out when I tried to help, and he left without so much as a call or a text. All of that happened and I don’t know if I can make myself vulnerable to him again. I mean he opened me up and it made what he did that much more painful.”

April sighs and looks up at the ceiling in torment, “Love sucks.”

Amber chuckles, “Yeah it really does, I would have expected me to say it first but the fact that you did tells me I’m not the only one with trouble in the personal life lane. What’s going on in your end?”

April sighs and holds up the manila envelope, “Divorce papers came in yesterday and Matthew already signed them.”

“Ouch. Do you want me to kick his ass when this thing is over? I’m sure your grudge can last that long.”

April grins at Amber’s need to step in and fight, “No I’m fine. It was coming sooner or later I knew that I’m not upset about that.”

Amber senses something amiss and pries, “So what are you upset about?”

April sighs looking at the envelope in her hands in thought before confessing, “I’m…I’m not upset about the divorce, I’m upset about how not upset I am.”

Amber furrows her eyebrows in confusion and clarifies, “Your upset that you’re not upset?”

April looks around to make sure there is no one around to overhear them and tells Amber in a low voice, “Jackson and I kissed.”

Amber doesn’t look the least bit surprised telling April that her friend already knows to her annoyance, “He told you?”

“I’m his best friend honey, he tells me everything.” Amber tells April bluntly, “If it makes you feel better, he sounded as conflicted as you probably are and it explained why you were so testy that night I came back.”

April scoffs offended, “I never got testy.”

“Mmm a little testy. But I get it, I’ve taken out some of my own personal crap on people.” Amber states understanding, “What does the kiss have to do with your reaction to the divorce?”

“The kiss was a thing that should not have happened…yet I think. It was a possible future kiss, a kiss that might happen in the future possibly, but the possible future is not now, it can’t be.”

“Have you been reading sci-fi again?” Amber asks completely lost in April’s rambles.

Kepner groans rubbing her temples to center herself, “I told Jackson the kiss meant nothing, that it was just his reaction to the world crumbling and when I told him that and he agreed…it was like my heart got ripped out. I felt sadder over a kiss with my ex than I did when my current one sent me the divorce papers. It was like those feelings I had for Jackson they never really went away.”

Amber nods listening intently feeling giddy inside over her best friend possibly about to be with the woman he never stopped loving. She knows the connection between Jackson and April never really went away and was just waiting for them to realize the same.

April continues leaning against the table on her elbows, “I mean with Matthew it was comfortable, we had the same interests and the same passion for God and the same need to help people. On paper we are perfect together but with Jackson…I feel things I have never felt with anyone. It was exhilarating…and scary, it was exhilarating and scary how much I could love someone who on paper I shouldn’t even tolerate let alone love. And that’s what made it more unbearable when he and I divorced. When I signed those papers, it was like I was signing away the most passionate and loving time of my life and I was never gonna get it back.”

Amber sighs knowing the feeling too well, “Love sucks.”

April nods with a frown as Amber continues, “But it’s also great. Falling in love with DeLuca, letting myself open up to him it was…it was like he opened up a part of myself I closed off to survive.”

April looks at Amber in thought as her mind goes to Jackson and whether he felt this way with her. She wonders if her leaving to go to war led to the same impact in his heart that DeLuca’s actions had on Amber’s. She wonders if Amber was also right that night as well.

“It must have been hard.” April says and Amber nods in response, “Having your heart open like that and to have someone you thought you could count on rip it out because they were reluctant to face their own pain. I imagine it makes it hard to see things from their point of view and understand that…that you weren’t the only one that was hurting all those months.”

Amber narrows her eyes at that explanation feeling like April is talking about herself and Jackson, “I take it we’re not just talking about me and DeLuca, are we?”

“Is it that obvious?” April asks in slight amusement before elaborating the accusation Amber told April the night they fought, “Do you really think Jackson is afraid to give me another chance because he thinks I’ll leave again?”

Amber sighs and collects her thoughts before speaking, “I think you both went through an unimaginable tragedy, and you needed to deal with it in your own way. But April you need to understand that Jackson’s father left him. He left because he couldn’t handle the pressures of the family legacy and Jackson ended up closing that part of his heart so he wouldn’t get hurt again. I know this because it’s what I did when my dad left too. We’re completely different but the one thing we have in common is that we have been burned by people who were supposed to love us and it had a lasting impact.”

April looks at Amber in thought as she continues, “And then you and Andrew walked in and you showed us how to be vulnerable. You showed us that it’s okay to love. So, to have you leave Jackson to go to the middle east and having Andrew leave me after his breakdown it was…it was like that pain our fathers left behind came back again only it was so much worse. It was like you healed our wounds only to reopen them again.”

April sighs and chastises herself for not considering this five years ago. She thought that Jackson was being stubborn but really he was protecting himself just like Amber is, only unlike DeLuca she never acknowledged her own mistakes. She never apologized for leaving him to grieve alone because she was so caught up in her own. She understands now that she’s not the only one afraid of getting hurt again.

“I hurt him, and I didn’t realize that.” April says in shame, “I told myself he was overreacting, but I didn’t consider that I left him like his father did…it’s no wonder he didn’t bring up Montana.”

“Well, that was his own mistake.” Amber points out, “You both made mistakes, and you hurt each other. You can never take that back, it’s always gonna be there and you can’t go back and change it…but maybe you can find a way to move forward.” Amber has a look of realization as she shares this advice that she begins to consider for her own relationship.

April knows that look too well, “I take it you’re considering taking your own advice just like I am?”

Amber inhales and nods, “Yeah, I think I am…I think I’m gonna try not to let my past stop me from a chance at happiness. I think I’m gonna learn to trust Andrew again…I don’t know if he’s gonna earn it but he’s earned the chance to try and I’m gonna let him.”

April nods in approval, “It’s a big risk but it might be worth it. Meanwhile…I’m gonna see if Jackson is willing to take that chance with me.” April stands up and leaves Amber in the tent to go see Jackson so they can finally talk. She enters the pit and goes up to a nurse at the station.

“Hi is Dr. Avery still here?”

“No Dr. Kepner, he left, he said he needed to see his daughter tonight.” April sighs knowing how Jackson needs to see Harriet after Jada and Shanice, “Do you want me to page him?”

April shakes her head, “No I don’t need him, I just wanted to know if he was still here, thank you.” The nurse leaves April in the pit alone. The trauma surgeon pulls out her phone and opens her texting app. She types up a message to Jackson contemplating whether or not to send it. She fiddles her fingers around her phone before pressing the send button.

Hi, can we talk?

April sees the three bubbles start to form and it’s like an eternity is passing before she gets an answer back.

Sure, we’ll talk tomorrow morning at the park bench 9 am?

April texts back sure and puts her phone away so she can finish her shift and finally settle things with Jackson once and for all.

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