#did she actually check what matters or did she waste time trying to make it look like the rest of us didn't do our job instead?

[mostly-imagines]

Hi!! If you're up to it do you think you could write something about the first time Jason brings his gf to the manor. Like maybe he brings her in but doesn't tell anyone and so everyone is trying to sneak a glimpse of her??

meet the family

jason todd x fem!reader

aka jason has a girlfriend???

warnings: none

The manor sits full as ever—a cloud of mild boredom sweeping over the Wayne clan.

Dick sits perched on top of an armchair reading a catalog, Stephanie’s splayed out across the couch, Cass is bundled up in blankets atop the ottoman, and Damian leans up against the center table from the floor.

It’s a relatively slow afternoon, until Tim comes bursting into the room, out of breath.

“There’s a girl here!”

Everybody looks at him, disinterest scattered across the room. “There’s a couple of ‘em.” Dick says, flipping through the pages of the magazine.

Tim huffs, “No! In Jason’s room—he has a girl in there!” Eyebrows shoot up at that.

“Now I know you’re lying.” Damian mutters.

Tims head snaps over to Damian. “Dude, go see for yourself. I heard her!”

“You really think Jason would bring a girl here and not even introduce us?” Steph asks, unconvinced.

“Yeah.”

“Yes.”

“Obviously.”

Cassandra nods fervently.

“Okay, yeah. Maybe.” Stephanie mutters. “I bet he’ll introduce me before any of you guys, though.”

Dick barks out a laugh, “You’re nothing short of delusional if you think he’s introducing any of us.”

“We’ll have to take matters into our own hands, then.” Tim says, decidedly.

Damian audibly sighs and rolls his eyes.

“I’m meeting her first.” Steph confirms. “I’ll put money down right now.”

“Meet her or see her?” Cass signs.

“Same thing.” Stephanie shrugs.

Dick shoots up from his seat, “First person to see her gets to be the ring bearer!” He announces, racing out of the room.

Knock knock knock knock knock…

Knock knock.

It takes a good forty seconds, but Jason opens the door, an annoyed frown already on his face.

Dick gives him his brightest smile. It beams of deceit in Jason's eyes. “Hey man. What’cha doing?”

He crosses his arms. “What do you want?”

Dick tries to peer around Jason into the room, but Jason made a point of barely opening the door and his large frame isn’t doing Dick any favors right now.

“Just wanted to say hey…You wanna hang out?”

“No.”

Dick lingers awkwardly. “…Are you sure?”

Jason shuts the door.

A couple minutes later, Tim comes running up the stairs. He opts to skip over the courtesy of knocking and go straight for barging through the door himself. Or he would’ve, if Jason hadn’t seen that coming from a mile away and locked it.

“Fuck off, Tim!” Jason calls from inside the room.

“You lost your right to privacy the second you walked in this house!” He shouts back, hitting his fist against the door.

And Tim swears he can hear a sweet laugh as he trudges away. The authenticity of that claim will be heavily debated downstairs for the next several minutes.

Not even a thirty seconds later, Stephanie comes a knockin’. Jason opens the door wordlessly, patience clearly dissipating more and more.

“Hey, Jason! I can’t find my comm, you wouldn’t happen to have it, would you?”

His face deadpans. “No, Steph.”

Stephanie clicks her tongue, “Can you check?”

He stares at her.

“Actually you’re right, it would be faster if I did.” Stephanie tries to push past him into the room, but Jason, unsurprisingly, doesn’t budge.

“Stephanie.”

“I just want to meet her!” She pleads. “I won’t even tell the others, I’ll just say you wouldn’t let me in either!”

“Bye.” He closes the door.

He doesn’t make it all the way back to the bed before the next knock, singular and short.

Jason snaps the door open again, looking down at Damian with a glare.

Never one to waste any time, “Is there a girl in here?” Damian asks, seeming thoroughly disinterested in the answer.

Jason shuts the door in his face.

Several minutes later, another, quieter knock. Jason’s groan can be heard from outside the room. He pulls open the door once again.

It’s Cass.

She stares at him.

He stares at her.

“Can I say hi to her?” She signs.

Jason sighs. “I’ll pass along the message.”

She smiles and turns back down the hall.

Jason closes and locks the door once again, trudging back over to the bed where you lay. He collapses onto your chest, your arms wrapping around each others bodies immediately.

“Cass says hi.” He mumbles, the sound obscured by his face-down position.

“That message would be a lot more meaningful if I actually knew Cass.”

He groans. “You don’t want to meet them.”

“I do.” You say, running your fingers through his hair. “And I think you do too, or you wouldn’t have brought me to the house where the world's best detectives live.”

“I’m starting to regret it now.”

“Come on. Please?” You plead.

He picks his head up to look at you.

“Are you sure?” He asks with a grimace.

“Absolutely.” You say, topping it off with a kiss on his cheek.

He sighs.

Well. It’s never been within Jason’s skill set to deny you, anyways.

You descend the stairs hand in hand with Jason, his energy mopier than usual. You can hear a gaggle of voices coming from a room ahead, all talking over one another.

“Okay, Tim, you climb up outside the window and—”

“—It’s your plan, you scale the side of the house.”

Jason drops his head and mutters a “Jesus Christ…” as you near the commotion.

You give him a reassuring smile and pat his back as you both move into the doorway.

Everyone’s heads snap to the doorway, eyes wide and waiting.

Jason takes a deep breath like he’s stealing himself for torture. “Guys…This is my girlfriend.”

“Hi.” You smile sweetly, waving to the room.

There’s a moment of still silence before the room erupts.

“Hold on—”

“—my god, she’s so pretty!”

“Oh wow—”

“Wait, what?”

”—You’re real?”

“—didn’t place that bet.”

Stephanie comes scurrying up to you and grabs both of your hands in hers. “Hi, I’m Steph!” She says with a beaming smile. “What’s your name?”

“I’m—”

But the others are right on her tail, crowding around you.

“We didn’t even know Jason had a girlfriend.” Tim says.

“Still not convinced.” Damian mumbles from the back.

Cass waves and signs something to you.

“She says we’re really happy to meet you, which we are.” Dick tells you.

Damian moves closer within the huddle and inspects you closely. You have no idea what he’s inspecting you for. You don’t need to dwell on it for long because Jason pushes his head away from you with mild force making Damian scowl.

“Did he bring you here to meet us? The others said—” Stephanie asks.

Jason cuts her off, already knowing exactly where that sentence was going. “I brought her here to show her my old room.”

Dick snickers, “Oh, is that what you were off doing?”

“Watch it.” Your boyfriend warns.

You nudge him with your elbow, be nice.

Tim moves closer to you, narrowing his eyes. “So you’ve like, spent time with him and everything? And you still want to be around him?”

“Okay and you’re done.” Jason takes your hand and leads you out of the room and back down the hallway.

“No wait!”

You’re already out of the room and into another and then another before you can even realize that you’re headed for the front door.

You stop in your tracks, pulling him to a halt as well. “What about—”

Jason shakes his head. “You don’t want to meet him.”

You lower your chin at him, “Jay. Do you want me to meet him?”

He’s silent and doesn’t look like he particularly does.

You sigh, “Okay, do you want him to meet me?”

“I—yeah…” he trails, and you give him your best sweet eyes, the ones that he knows he has no business saying no to. “I…okay. Okay.”

He leads you down another hallway, the sounds of his siblings clambering echoing in the distance. You end up in a room that looks like a never used study, where Jason pushes on one of the walls. It slides open with a bit of force from him, revealing a door with a keypad next to it.

He types a series of numbers into it, and opens it up to a narrow passageway that looks remarkably like a cave.

The passageway leads down to a set of stairs, and you can hear the loud sound of water in the distance.

You’re quite nervous about walking into the Batcave, but you know Jason wouldn’t bring you anywhere near it unless he was sure it would be okay. Okay for you that is, more so than his father.

“Careful. It’s slippery.” Jason holds your hand the whole way down anyway, making sure to linger no more than a step and a half in front of you.

You see Bruce Wayne, sitting at a desk with a large array of computer screens in front of it, and case files scattered all throughout the surface.

He doesn’t acknowledge your entrance, though you have to imagine if Jason got his observation skills from anywhere, it would be him.

As you approach, Jason switches your hands so that his right is holding your left. The result has his figure half covering you, you can only assume partially limiting Bruce’s view of you.

“Bruce.”

Bruce turns his chair around, regarding Jason with a raised chin. The greeting is somehow even more formal than you’d expected.

“Jason.” He readdresses his gaze to you. “Who’s this?”

Jason has a hell of a feeling that Bruce already knows exactly who you are. He’s probably known about you since you started dating. He would’ve had to, to not be pissed as hell that Jason brought a civilian into the cave.

Jason introduces you, his hand reluctantly letting go as you step forward to shake Bruce’s.

Bruce looks surprised, though pleasantly so. He smiles and shakes it kindly.

“It’s nice to finally meet you.” He says.

“You too, I’ve heard a lot about you.” You say, smiling.

He laughs, “Oh, I bet.” Looking to Jason, he says, “I can’t say I’ve had the same pleasure, unfortunately.”

Though Jason’s behind you now, you can practically feel him roll his eyes.

“No, I can’t imagine him sharing anything unprovoked.” Bruce smiles widely at that.

He opens his mouth to say something else, but Jason, who’s probably on the brink of losing his mind down here, interrupts.

“Alright. Time to go.” Jason says, grabbing your hand again. He doesn’t give you much time to protest before he’s guiding you by the waist past him and towards the stairs.

You let him nudge you out and call over your shoulder, “It was nice meeting you!”

He’s halfway up the stairs as you exit, only to be stopped by Bruce addressing him again.

“Jason.”

Jason stalls his steps, turning around slowly. You’re out of the cave now, and Jason’s not excited to be alone with his Dad for even a minute. It doesn’t help that he has no idea what he’ll say.

“She’s kind.” Bruce says, simply.

“Yes.”

He tilts his head at Jason, observing him. “You love her?”

Jason looks at the ground. “Yes.”

Bruce nods. “Good.”

He returns to his work at the computers wordlessly, and Jason has to take a moment to realign himself before he climbs the rest of the stairs.

Jason doesn’t particularly seek his fathers approval, nor does he place any definable value on it. However, hearing him give his own version of his blessing to you struck something inside Jason. Something deep in his chest.

He re-enters the study, finding it empty. He walks out into the hallway, where you’re nowhere to be found. Despite being halfway across the house by this point, he can distinctly hear his siblings chattering in the living room. Chattering. And chattering. And chattering…

Oh god, you went back to the living room.

As Jason approaches the conversation becomes clearer.

“—long have you been together, anyways?”

“Well—”

Stephanie gasps suddenly, cutting you off. “Oh wait, you have to meet Alfred!”

“Oh, we’ve already met.” You tell her.

Dick’s head snaps up. “What? When?”

Jason enters the room, draping his arm around your shoulder. “About six months before you met her.”

A chorus of gasps and shouts ring out.

“What?”

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Tell Me Sweet Little Lies Part 21

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He doesn't tell Steve.

There hasn't been a chance to tell Steve, he reasons with himself.

Steve comes back with Robin and Dustin, and has somehow also acquired Lucas and Max. Not long after, Nancy comes by with Mike and El.

He does actually try to hide with Steve in the kitchen while Steve puts together some kind of chicken noodle casserole, but apparently the check in tonight includes how talking with his uncle went, so Eddie has to be too actively involved with it to get a chance to get Steve alone.

By the time everyone's gone, Eddie's exhausted, and he needs to lean on both Robin and Steve to make his way back upstairs.

They've only just made it when the doorbell rings.

Steve groans. "What do those little shits want now?"

Robin laughs at him. "They're your children, Steve," she teases, wrapping an arm around Eddie's waist in preparation for Steve peeling off from them.

Eddie bumps her hip with his, shooting a little grin at her. "You're on shithead wrangling duty tonight," he informs Steve as he and Robin continue on to the bedroom.

"I'm always on shithead wrangling duty," Steve grumbles to himself, but he does head back downstairs.

Eddie assumes one of the party forgot something, and doesn't really think too much of it as he drops down onto the bed, watching Robin start adjusting the pillows.

Or at least, he doesn't think too much of it until he hears Steve call up the stairs.

"Hey, babe? Have you seen Munson hanging around the kids recently?"

Robin freezes, looking at him wide eyed, and Eddie's pretty sure he's holding himself just as still.

Not one of the hoard.

"Stay here," Robin whispers, like Eddie had any intention of doing otherwise.

"Did we join the neighborhood watch or something?" Robin yells back as she heads out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Eddie waits, trying not to vibrate out of his own skin.

Jesus Christ, he's so fucking tired of hiding and waiting.

Fortunately, it's only a few minutes later that Steve and Robin come back, and they look… unhappy, but not terribly panicked.

"It was Jason Carver and the only two lackeys he's got left," Robin says.

Eddie breathes out, relaxing just a little. Not ideal, but better than the police.

"One of them saw your uncle driving away from here with Dustin," Robin continues. "They asked about you, but I think they were just fishing."

"Great," Eddie mutters, flopping back dramatically on the bed. "Should've called me the freak, make it sound like you're on their side."

Steve snorts. "I don't want them to think we're on their side."

Which is sweet, but - "It doesn't matter what they think, Stevie, I'd still know you guys were on my side no matter what you said."

"Aw, Eddie," Robin says, and Eddie looks up at her just in time to see her plop down on the bed next to him, resting her head on his shoulder.

He tips his head away, trying to hide his flush.

"It's not that," Steve says. "If they think we're on their side, it opens us up to having them come around more. They'll loop us into things, sure, which wouldn't have been bad for knowing their next moves, but they'll expect things from us. It's a bad idea when you're hiding here. Plus…"

He trails off, considering, and he's quiet until Robin makes a little hum of encouragement.

"I think Jason's too far gone," he says finally. "But Andy and Eric? They're not as convinced. If I treat this like it's stupid, like there's nothing here and they're wasting my time, like it's boring, they might start to reconsider sticking with Jason on this."

Oh.

"King Steve, huh?" Eddie asks quietly.

Steve shrugs one shoulder, a little too careless. "It's not like I don't still know how to navigate all of that. It just doesn't matter anymore. Everything it means, it's just… pointless."

Eddie looks over at Robin, to find her looking just as contemplative as he feels. Robin looks back at him, and yeah, he's pretty sure she's thinking the same thing he is.

They scoot apart at the exact same time.

"Come here," Robin says, as Eddie reaches out and makes grabby hands at him.

Steve looks between them, giving a little crooked smile, then he kicks off his shoes and climbs up onto the bed, settling in the middle of the two of them.

Robin pillows her head on Steve's chest, and Eddie squishes in so he can rest his own head on Steve's shoulder. Eventually, they'll have to get up and get ready for bed, reconfigure themselves into their usual sleeping arrangement, but for now?

For now, this is perfect.

—

Eddie's surprised to find he feels good when he wakes up, despite overdoing it the day before.

Knowing that his uncle is safe, that he isn't out there worrying over Eddie - or hating him - is like a massive weight off his chest, makes it a little easier to breathe.

He lets the good mood carry him through getting up and helping make breakfast, refusing to let himself get bogged down in everything he hasn't worked out yet.

Robin is completely on board, it seems, and she and Eddie make a nuisance of themselves while Steve tries to resist getting caught up with them.

A losing battle, when both Eddie and Robin are so determined to distract him. It means some of their pancakes burn while Steve throws chocolate chips at them and they have a competition over whether Robin or Eddie can catch the most of them in their mouths, but it makes Steve laugh and Robin shriek happily whenever she gets a few in a row, so it's worth it.

Eddie likes a little charcoal taste with his breakfast food, anyway, and syrup covers almost anything.

Literally.

Both he and Robin have syrup in their hair, though Robin's is way more obvious, and she bitches at him as she wolfs down her pancakes before heading upstairs to shower.

It's just him and Steve, then, sitting on the ground in front of the coffee table, half eaten pancakes still on their plates, and Eddie feels too good to want to mess this up with any kind of talking.

"She's just trying to get out of helping clean up," Steve grumbles, but he's still smiling, and the morning sun lights him up all golden and gorgeous.

"Wishing you thought of that first, huh, pretty boy?" Eddie teases, all wide smiles and the same reckless thrill he'd gotten hot wiring the camper for Steve to drive.

Steve's smile doesn't slip, his expression doesn't go pinched, but because Eddie's so close to him - because he keeps being close to him, keeps greedily memorizing everything he can about him, his soulmate - he sees the way something shutters in his eyes.

Shit.

Did he push too far, this time? Eddie pulls back, falling hard into straight teasing and away from playful flirting. "Ah, I see His Majesty does not favor being compared to a fair maiden, my mistake. Perhaps he'll forgive-"

Steve is shaking his head, though, cutting him off with, "That's not it."

Eddie raises one eyebrow, a silent invitation to continue.

"It's just - it's always an insult. Like come on, pretty boy, let's see what you've got or wow, it's a good thing you're so pretty, Steve. I know you don't mean it like that, I do, but it's not a compliment when people usually say it, you know?"

Oh.

"I wouldn't know," Eddie says, mostly to buy himself some time to figure out how to really respond to that. "Pretty's not usually something people call me, insult or otherwise."

Now Steve's expression goes pinched, brows drawn down like he's personally offended, and whoops, nope, he can't let Steve go off on that tangent.

"No pretty boy, then," Eddie says hurriedly. "You don't like it, I won't say it."

Steve blinks at him, a little thrown. "…just like that?"

"Just like that," Eddie agrees. "Steve - you don't owe me an explanation about anything, you know that, right? I'll listen if you want to give me one, and it'll probably help me understand, but if I do something that you don't like, you can just tell me, and I'll stop."

Steve considers that for a moment. "I like - this," he says, gesturing between them. "I didn't want you to think I wanted you to stop all of it."

Both of Eddie's eyebrows shoot up this time. Yeah, he kind of figured Steve liked the banter and teasing thing they have going on, or else he wouldn't have continued it, but he didn't expect Steve to flat out acknowledge it.

"All of this is just me being my obnoxious self," Eddie points out, because he can't just leave well enough alone.

Steve rolls his eyes. "Yeah," he says simply. "I like that."

Oh god, Eddie can feel his cheeks heat up, and he ducks his head and hides behind his hair so he doesn't have to look at Steve.

Forget the demobats, his stupid soulmate is going to be the death of him.

"There's plenty of other words besides pretty, anyway," he says, once he's reasonably sure he can nail playful teasing again without sounding flustered. "I'm just going to take this as a challenge to find them."

"Please don't," Steve says dryly, but Eddie can see how hard he's fighting not to smile, and he knows he has him.

"Whatever you say, beautiful," Eddie replies, batting his eyelashes at him.

Steve's ears go a little pink, and oh, that's still just as nice as the first time Eddie saw it. It only makes him latch onto his dumb plan even harder.

"Shut up." Steve shoves him.

"No," Eddie replies, so fucking delighted he can't help but grin all wide and gleaming. "My soulmate's so fucking beautiful it makes me want to weep, look at you."

The pink on Steve's ears deepens, and he gives Eddie a look that is probably supposed to be venomous, but his eyes are gleaming with affection and it only makes him more attractive.

And this is - everything that Eddie's ever wanted, everything that he thinks he could actually have if he asked. After the butterflies, he's more than pretty sure that Steve wants Eddie the same way that Eddie wants him, and more than that - he thinks Steve is brave enough to go for it, even with how messy and complicated things might be.

It's just that Eddie isn't.

He knows he has to stop this, knows he needs to pull back and stop fucking flirting, because it feels like this is it, this is the thing that's leading them both to something else, and god, he can't do something else.

But he can't seem to make himself stop.

Not when Steve keeps looking at him, and Eddie is starting to be able to read him well enough to recognize what these looks mean. He knows that with the way the glint in Steve's eyes has sharpened and the corner of his mouth half turned up, he's thinking of something that Eddie'd probably brushed past and thought he'd successfully deflected. He knows that Steve's about to open his mouth and prove that nope, he still remembers that and he isn't letting that go and -

"Do you mind being called pretty?" Steve asks.

Fuck.

"No," Eddie's saying before his brain catches up with him. "I mean, like I said, wouldn't know. But no, I don't mind it. In theory."

Steve twists a little, upper body turning so he can look at him headlong instead of from the side, planting his hand on the ground for balance - so close to Eddie that if he leaned just a little, he could brush Steve's arm. Steve's other arm is resting on his propped up knee, loose and relaxed. It's stupid, how effective that is, how it opens Steve up to him and creates a little barrier from the rest of the world with his body, like Eddie's got all of Steve's attention now and he's shutting out the rest of the world.

"You are really pretty, Eds," Steve says.

It should sound smooth and practiced. Eddie tries to remind himself that it's a fucking line, that Steve's probably said it to dozens of girls, but when Steve says it now it comes out a little breathy and quiet and so fucking earnest that Eddie's throat closes up.

"I'm sorry that everyone's been too stupid to notice it, or not brave enough to tell you." It sounds just as genuine, and fuck, the way Steve is looking at him. "I'm more sorry that I used to be one of them."

Eddie swallows. "But you're not now?"

"I'm not now," Steve agrees.

Is he closer? Eddie's pretty sure he's leaned in closer, and the hand Steve's got on his knee twitches like he's thinking about reaching in to touch Eddie - maybe Eddie's own knee, maybe he's going to cup his chin and hold him steady as he -

The doorbell rings.

"Fuck," Eddie swears.

Steve's eyes dart toward the stairs, like he's considering going to get Robin out of the shower to answer the door with him again, then he exhales sharply and shakes his head.

"Hide," Steve says.

"Where?" Eddie asks, his heart still pounding, though for an entirely different reason now.

"Anywhere. No, wait, not the kitchen, just - don't tell me where, just go, somewhere I can't see you," Steve replies.

Eddie pushes himself up, darting down the hall to the double doors that have always been closed, and ducks inside them. It's an office, the smell of old leather and dust heavy in the air. He considers leaving the door open a crack so he can hear, but he doesn't want to be too obvious, so instead he just presses himself up against the wood when it's closed so he can try to hear through it.

It's muffled, but he can just pick up the sound of Steve opening the door, an indistinct conversation, and then footsteps down the hall.

"How do you take it?" he can hear Steve asking from the kitchen.

"Just cream, thanks," one voice says, followed by a second saying, "Cream and two sugars."

There's the sound of dishes clanking around.

"Thanks for letting me know," Steve says. "Like I said, I haven't been out of the house yet this morning. Had kind of a late night with my soulmate - she's up in the shower now."

"Do you have any idea who might have done this?" the first voice asks, and Eddie recognizes it now - Chief Powell.

Shit.

"I don't want to put blame on anyone without evidence," Steve says, his voice a little reluctant like yeah, he does have an idea - giving them something to press him for.

The other voice, the one Eddie's guessing is Callahan, immediately jumps on it. "But you do have an idea?"

Steve sighs. "Jason Carver was here last night. I think he's pissed at me for talking in the town meeting, and he kept insisting that I must have been, like, hypnotized into Eddie Munson's cult or something."

"…but you haven't, right?" Callahan asks.

Steve snorts, and Eddie can just picture the bitchy look that he's making. "Come on, really? Eddie Munson leading a cult? The guy failed Zoology because he felt bad dissecting frogs."

That's not completely why, but Eddie can still feel his cheeks heating up. He hadn't known Steve remembered that.

"Look, I feel for him, but Carver wants someone to blame, and it kind of seems like he doesn't care who that is." Steve's voice dips a little lower. "I knew Patrick and Chrissy, you know? Patrick was a good guy, a great basketball player, and Chrissy was nice to everyone. They deserve better, they deserve real justice. I just think Carver should keep his nose out of it and leave the investigating up to the actual professionals."

"Hear, hear," Callahan says, sounding pleased.

It must have not been a lie, but Eddie's pretty sure Callahan and Powell aren't the professionals Steve means.

"Did the neighbors say they saw anyone?" Steve asks.

"Not last night, but they did mention you have quite a few people coming and going," Powell says. "You know who they might mean?"

Steve hums thoughtfully. "Robin Buckley, my soulmate, she's here most days. Nancy Wheeler and her brother are over a lot. Jon Byers, he's visiting from California, and he usually comes with his friend Argyle and his little brother and sister. Lucas Sinclair, he's on the basketball team? And his soulmate Max. Then there's Dustin Henderson, I still babysit him sometimes when his mom's working late. I think it makes her feel better, you know, with everything going on."

"Checks out," Callahan says. "So, are you thinking you want to press charges if we find out it was Carver?"

Steve's quiet for a moment. "No," he says finally. "I meant what I said about feeling for him. Just, maybe talk to his parents? Before he goes too far and does something stupid he can't go back from."

"Good man," Callahan says. "Thanks for the coffee, this is way better than the crap we get at the station."

"Let me make you a thermos to go," Steve offers.

There's more clanking, then the sound of footsteps walking away - though only one pair.

"You don't happen to know where Eddie Munson might be, do you?" Powell asks.

Eddie holds his breath, suddenly and ridiculously afraid that if he even breathes too loud, Powell will know.

"Honestly, I have no idea where he is right now," Steve says.

Powell hums. "If you do see him…"

"Yeah, sure, I'll tell him you're looking for him," Steve says.

"And tell him he's not our top suspect anymore," Powell adds. "We just want to ask him a few questions."

"Sure," Steve says again.

There's a long silence.

"We'll talk to the Carvers," Powell promises, and then Eddie can hear footsteps receding.

The front door closes, locks, but Eddie still waits until he hears clanging in the kitchen again before he steps out.

He finds Steve setting a pair of cups in the dishwasher, a new pot of coffee percolating in the maker.

"Hey," Eddie says.

Steve closes the dishwasher, looking up at him. "You hear any of that?"

"Some," Eddie admits. "What did Carver do?"

Steve breathes out, forearms braced against the kitchen island as he leans forward. "Keyed up my car, smashed my tail lights in. Spray painted a little message on the driveway."

Fuck.

Eddie has to get moving, way too full of nervous energy, so he makes his way over to the cabinet to take out another mug. "What did it say?"

"Does it matter?" Steve asks, sounding tired.

Eddie slams the cabinet door shut. "What did it say."

Steve's quiet, and when Eddie turns around, he finds him looking at him far too closely.

"What?" Eddie demands.

"Eddie," Steve says, pushing himself up to come stand next to him.

Despite himself, Eddie finds some of the tension bleeding out of him. "What?" he asks, softer this time.

"You're my soulmate. Okay? You're my soulmate. It could have said anything, and I wouldn't care. He could do it again, with something else, and I'll be pissed, but I won't regret having you here."

Eddie closes his eyes, rocking back to lean against the kitchen counter. "Stop knowing what I'm upset about before I do," he mutters.

Steve huffs out a little laugh. "No."

"What does it say?" Eddie asks again.

"Traitor," Steve replies.

Eddie snorts.

"Yeah," Steve says.

They're quiet for a moment, and Eddie listens to the sound of the coffee hissing.

"I'm going to turn myself in," Eddie says after a while.

"What? No."

Eddie opens his eyes. "Come on, Steve. If I don't - do you really think Carver is going to stop now? What if he decides just to break in here, huh? What if I can't hide quick enough next time?"

Steve jaw sets, and Eddie can tell he isn't happy about it, but he can't seem to think of a good counter argument. "Then I'm going with you."

Eddie grimaces, but yeah, he'd been expecting that, and he pulls out his trump card. "Only if Robin agrees."

Unfortunately, Robin agrees.

He frowns at her in utter betrayal while Steve gets El to put Hopper on the walkie and gives him a rundown of what happened.

Robin shrugs at him. "You should know by now that Steve's never going to let himself be sidelined when someone he cares about decides to throw themselves off the bench."

"You two and your sports metaphors," Eddie grumbles, but he has to admit - at least to himself - that she's right.

If they tried to stop Steve, he'd probably find a way to come anyway.

Hopper agrees to meet with Murray again today, then come over tomorrow to make a plan for the actual going to the police station part, and Eddie trudges upstairs to call his uncle at the hotel.

Uncle Wayne doesn't like it, Eddie can tell, but like Steve, he can't think of an argument good enough to beat Eddie's, so he just agrees to meet them here tomorrow, too, and makes Eddie promise not to do anything until they all agree on a plan.

Eddie really wishes that he could just get this over with, now that he's decided he's going to do it, but unfortunately, they all have a point.

So he just takes his own shower, gets the syrup out of his hair as best as he can, and tries not to be pissy about more fucking waiting.

When he gets out of the bathroom - Steve's sitting on the bed, clearly waiting for him.

"Hi," Steve says. "Can we talk?"

Shit.

Eddie swallows. "Now?"

"I don't want to keep waiting, man, especially not if we're doing this tomorrow," Steve says.

And yeah, okay, Eddie can't really protest that, so he just nods, sitting on the bed next to Steve.

"It's just - I'm really, really into you," Steve says, his voice soft and low and his eyes warm and earnest. "And it kind of seems like you're into me, too."

Fuck.

Steve huffs out a soft little laugh, running his fingers through his hair. "I mean, maybe I'm wrong, and I have no idea how to tell if a guy's interested in me like I usually can with girls - I'm kind of still new at the guys part - but I thought, you know. What if I'm right, what if I'm missing out on something great? And I figured even if I went for it and I was wrong, you'd be good about it. You wouldn't like, punch me or anything."

"Steve," Eddie breathes out, touched by the sentiment despite the fact that he can already feel his heart breaking over what he knows he's going to have to do. "That's a lot of trust in me there."

"I trust you," Steve says, like it's that easy, no hesitation. "Plus, you know, I'm your soulmate, so you're stuck with me no matter what."

He sounds confident, and if Eddie didn't know him so well, he's not sure he could hear the little hitch in his voice, or see the hint of fear in his eyes.

"You're my soulmate," he agrees, rushing to get that out before anything else. "I'm not going anywhere, no matter what."

Steve shoots a tiny relieved smile at him, leaning in so their shoulders press together. They sit like that for a few moments, silence resting between them - it's warm and cozy despite the tension, like melted marshmallow being stretched longer and longer.

"But?" Steve asks after a bit.

Eddie swallows, running a hand over his face to try to buy him some time while he figures out how to say this without either lying or hurting them both even more.

"You're not wrong," he says finally. "I am into you. Steve, I - I love having you as my soulmate. I wouldn't want it to be anyone else. I'm happy with you, okay? I am."

Steve nods, though his expression has shut down a little, and Eddie can't quite read what's in his eyes anymore.

"But…" Steve prompts again.

Eddie closes his eyes, taking the coward's way out so he doesn't have to look at Steve while he says it. "But I don't think I could handle sharing if we were romantic soulmates."

There's silence again, and Eddie can hear Steve pull in a ragged breath and let it out.

"Okay," Steve says after a while.

Eddie opens his eyes. "Okay?"

Steve frowns at him. "What am I supposed to say?"

"I don't know," Eddie admits. "You could be a little bit of a dick about it? Tell me I don't know what I'm missing, that I could be having the full Steve Harrington experience here? Yell at me for breaking your heart?"

Steve snorts. "There's no full Steve Harrington experience."

Eddie gasps, mock affronted. "There is, didn't you listen to the gossip? I would be most aggrieved if I didn't get it."

Steve rolls his eyes, shoving him. Then, "My heart'll live. You are, shockingly, not the first person who's had to shoot me down like this."

Eddie thinks of Nancy Wheeler, feels his stomach clench a little at being on the same level as that whole mess. "Sorry," he says quietly.

"I mean, I'm not going to pretend like it doesn't suck, but I'm happy with you, too, okay? I want you as my soulmate, no matter what."

Eddie groans. "What did I tell you about saying stuff like that to me?"

Steve gives him a little smile. "I'm still not going to stop."

It's quiet again, not quite like the comfortable silences Eddie'd gotten used to with Steve, but something close.

"So. Boys, huh?" he asks after a while. "Who'd have thought that'd be something Steve Harrington was into."

Steve fixes him with a look. "Boys, huh?" he mimics. "Who'd have thought that'd be something Eddie Munson was into?"

Eddie shrugs one shoulder, conceding. Eddie'd worked very hard to be the freak, to be the type of metal-loving, Satan-worshiping, drug-dealing scary guy that people were afraid would steal their daughter or girlfriend or sister away. Granted, most of it hadn't actually been work, but it still wasn't really who he was.

"Mostly boys," he says, if only to actually say it outloud, to let himself be purposefully vulnerable with Steve even though they both already know. "There's been a few girls-" He tries hard not to think about Chrissy Cunningham's sweet smile and bright laugh. "-but mostly boys."

"Opposite for me," Steve says quietly. "Mostly girls, but - yeah, a few boys."

Eddie's eyebrows shoot up. "A few boys? Steve, are you telling me I'm not the first boy you've had eyes for?"

"Shut up," Steve says, shoving Eddie away when he makes grabby hands at him. "You're the first boy I ever wanted to be my soulmate, but yeah, all right, not my first crush."

Eddie lets himself feel all soft and gooey for a moment before he goes back to hassling Steve to tell him who.

"Ugh, fine," Steve groans. "But you can't tell anyone."

"Cross my heart," he promises.

"Jonathan," Steve mutters.

Eddie's forehead crinkles. "Byers?" He takes the silence as agreement, and grins at him. "What, get a little too into being up close and personal with him when you guys had that fight?"

Steve groans. "No. Believe it or not, I've experienced too much getting knocked around to get off on it, thanks. No, it was after, when we were fighting the demogorgon. Jonathan grabbed my hand to pull me away, and I just kind of instinctively grabbed it back, and then we were holding hands and I just - it was nice. I thought about it later, and realized I really liked holding his hand."

And that, well. Realizing that you like boys because it was really nice when a boy held your hand in the middle of fighting a monster is so Steve that it makes his heart ache, that it kind of makes him want to say fuck it and kiss him.

"Yeah?" Eddie asks instead, wiggling his eyebrows. "Whose hand holding is better, then, me or Byers?"

Steve's expression doesn't change, but his eyes shutter - Eddie can see it now even more than he could when he called him pretty boy, can see the flicker of pain there before he just shuts himself down.

"Oh," Eddie says quietly. "Should I not?"

There's a moment where Steve considers that.

"No," he says after a while. "That was okay. But I think we might have to put a pause on too heavy innuendo, or too many jokes about me wanting you. Just for a little bit."

"Yeah," Eddie mutters, feeling his heart crack a little more. "I can do that." He pulls his legs up, arms wrapped around them. "Sorry."

"It's not your fault, man," Steve says.

Eddie rests his chin on his knees, ignoring the slight sting from the tug of his stitched together skin. "Kind of feels like it is, a little," he admits. "I mean, Robin's okay with sharing."

Or at least, he assumes she is. He knows there's no way Steve would confess romantic feelings for him if Robin didn't know about it or wasn't on board.

"That's different," Steve says.

And - yeah, true. Robin's got another soulmate waiting for her, too, and maybe that makes it easier to share a romantic soulmate.

Steve looks a little troubled, though, and he leans just a little to bump their shoulders together. "I don't - I don't expect you to be Robin, you know that, right? Platonic or romantic, it's different."

Eddie snorts. "Well, yeah, I'd hope things would be a little different if we were - you know." It's half teasing and half serious, and he considers for a moment before adding, "I know you don't expect that."

Steve nods, and Eddie can hear him breathing out, feel a slow release of tension. There's quiet for a little longer, then Steve says, almost haltingly, "I don't… think romantic relationships mean more than platonic. I used to, but, uh. Almost everyone who's ever really meant anything to me has been platonic. Once I got out of high school, and with the Upside Down stuff, I just… I don't know. But Robin and you and the kids - you're the most important people in my life. You always will be."

He doesn't know what to say to that. It touches too closely on what's been pulling him into the party and pushing him away from it this whole time - he doesn't really know how to let people see the real him, not after so long of keeping up his walls to protect himself.

Or he guesses - he doesn't know what to do now that there are people who've seen the real him, and who still want to keep him. Eddie's only ever had Uncle Wayne like that, and he doesn't know how to be important to people, how to be more than just a band member or a dungeon master.

He's terrified of messing it up.

"I'll keep that in mind," he says finally, which seems to be enough for Steve, who bumps his shoulder and then pushes himself up, heading out to go join Robin.

It wasn't a lie, obviously, so Eddie believes that Steve doesn't think romantic soulmates mean more than platonic ones. The thing is - does Eddie believe that romantic soulmates mean more?

And it's.

Yeah.

He does.

Which means he guesses there's more he has to think about.

Eddie: well at least Steve and I are totally on the same page now, now all I have to do is turn myself into the police and reevaluate my opinions on platonic and romantic soulmates, sounds good

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Part 22

Steve: wow I am 2 for 2 on confessing to my soulmates and getting gently shot down, platonic for life it is

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TADC CAST COMFORTING THE READER WHEN THEY HAVE A NIGHTMARE

been a minute since i did a group post like this; might make a crp version of this too later.. though i already kind of have one of those, i might rewrite it mwehehehehe genuinely unsure if i did this before, i know i did this with jax and i had a bad dream scenario where the canon characters are the ones with the bad dream plus it wasnt the full cast but shrugs

CAINE:

i dont think he would waste anytime in waking you up, probably shakes you awake.. maybe talks really loudly too because this man is probably incapable of speaking in a whisper. he explains that he noticed you getting restless in your sleep.. what? no he totally wasnt watching you sleep...! thats not the point! since you dont need to sleep in the digital world and hes well aware of that i dont think he would try to get you to go back to sleep. if anything he might be thrilled that youre awake again because that means he can spend time with you... is it selfish? a little, yeah, but does it truly matter if you dont need rest? leaving that up to you! takes this as a chance to get started on the days activities and as a moment to have you all to himself

POMNI:

shakes you awake too, but much more gently than caine.. probably just grabs one of your shoulders and rocks you until you wake up. you likely woke her up, but i dont think she would tell you... she doesnt want you to feel bad about that... lets you know that if you want to talk about it , that shes all ears! takes one of your hands and gently pats it while you speak... offers to take you outside so you can walk around on the grounds and get some of that cool simulated fresh air.. it probably turns into both of you talking about your dreams to one another.... though, now that i think about it, can you have dreams in the digital world?

RAGATHA:

sleeps simply so she can rest her mind, so you probably wake her up with your nightmare... might take her a moment to fully realize whats happening, but i dont think she would be upset that youve woken her up due to you being freaked out. very very understanding.. switches on her bedside lamp for you if you dont want to sit in the dark. takes you into her arms and rubs circles into your back. you both kind of just sit there in bed for a while, until you calm down enough to talk about what happened.. if you feel embarrassed or ashamed about it, ragatha is going to stamp out those feelings. nightmares happen to the best of us and its nothing to feel terrible over.. i think she would check in on you throughout the day to make sure youre okay

JAX:

will not take kindly to being woken up. i dont think he would be mean or like. actually get mad at you, but i do think he would be a little annoyed... his attitude kind of says that hes 'so over it'... might even dismiss your fear in his groggy half asleep mind.. tugs you closer to him to try to get you to stop squirming. though if youre still asleep and having the nightmare i think he would wake you up just so that it gets cut off and you can recollect yourself. very blunt in telling you that you were dreaming, and that everything is fine and nothing bad is happening. tries to get you to go back to sleep so he can go back to sleep... though i do think if youre upset about his lack of attention he might try to make it up in his own way during the day when hes more awake and aware

KINGER:

he gets nightmares too, so you guys might be able to relate over that... and in a way it kind of takes away that embarrassment of getting scared and having to wake the other person up... though i dont think kinger sleeps much.. hed much rather stay awake and alert, keep an eye on his surroundings in case something terrible happens.. so your nightmare only lasts for a second, just long enough for kinger to notice and shake you awake. hushed but rushed tones while hes whispering to you asking if youre okay.. visibly calms when he realizes youre not in pain and you just had a bad dream.. offers to let you hold onto him, or maybe even walk around the halls... or would you rather he construct a pillow fort so you feel more secure? really just tell him what to do and hes going to instantly get on it

ZOOBLE:

i think they would be similar to jax in regards to them not being... that attentive when theyre woken up. i do think they would put in more effort than him, though. probably asks whats wrong.. i think they would offer a massage.. i cant explain why, i can just see it in my head. not the best given they feel like hard plastic and theyre uncoordinated from just waking up but the effort is there and it doesnt go to waste.. groggily asks if you want to talk about it.. even props themselves up so they lower the risk of falling back to sleep.. solid effort, giving them a gold star

GANGLE:

i think she'd be a light sleeper so she wakes up fairly fast when you start having your nightmare. very gently shakes you awake... going to take a minute for her to work up the nerve to wake you up since shes unsure if youre actually having a nightmare or just trying to get comfortable in the bed... very quietly asks if youre okay, is slightly relieved that you were in fact having a bad dream and she did not wake you up for nothing.. offers to le you talk about it, i think she would be a good listener... i dont think you guys would go back to sleep, you probably end up getting started on the day... or at least do some activities with one another; likely sticking to one of your rooms instead of going to one of the common areas

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❣️!Best kept secret!❣️

Pairing: Sebastian vettel X fem!OC(Cherrie)

Word count : 7k

Warnings- none. Just pure fluff really. Seb being a stubborn lovesick idiot. Enjoy xoxo

Sebastian tried so hard to ignore the mixture of pitiful and amused looks that were being sent his way from the crew, deliberately not making eye contact with any of them as he stubbornly stood by the side of the track as he waited for the one woman that wouldn't leave his mind .

Placing his hands on his hips with a impatient sigh as he squinted his eyes over at her car , seeing her still sat inside of it as one of her engineers knelt down beside her to talk to her about something.

She still hadn't taken her helmet off either , but he could see her occasionally nodding to something the guy said.

It had been another good race that had put him in high spirits . So much so that he was willing to keep persistently sticking around in hopes of getting Cherrie just actually talk to him again.

Because all of his desperate ways that he had tried to get the two of them to bond over hadn't really worked out so far.

In fact , they hasn't worked out at all.

She didn't seem to want to hang out with him one on one at all. Most men would be too stung from the repeated rejection to continue pursuing her, but not him.

Oh no. Definitely not. Who did they think he was? Some teenager that was too scared to talk to a girl?

Instead each time she pushed him away with a forced yet polite smile on her pretty face . He became more determined to get her to crack and let him in.

He would get her to like him, even if he got his pride hurt while doing so.

She had already shot him down about a hundred times anyways , so what was another hundred more?

Seb was baffled to why she just wouldn't give in and give him a chance . From the moment they had met it was as though she had silently declared to herself that she wouldn't be giving him a second glance , and that she definitely wouldn't be giving into his persistence for them to be friends either.

And he had tried everything too. He had tried just casually talking about their cars.

He had tried complimenting her every time she passed him by, even giving her a little wink every time he saw her.

That usually worked wonders. How could anyone resist his charm? Only his boyish charm didn’t seem to even reach her!

She had actually grimaced and looked away like she was embarrassing .

It had stung a little at the time because what the hell? Did she really not like him? He was nothing but kind and pleasant towards her! He always made sure that she got the best seat in the meeting rooms and that there was always a coffee awaiting for her when she arrived .

He always made sure to double check her car for her before the race would start too , just to make sure that it all looked good enough to his high standards.

Not that she knew that he liked to inspect her car before hand , she didn't like people even touching her car . He had a feeling that she would hate it even more if she found out that he was the one hovering over it too.

He had even bought her flowers! Only He had gotten back to his trailer later that day to find them placed on top of his table with the little card he had written for her missing. Instead it had been placed with one of her own,

In neat cursive letters she had written

'flowers make me sneeze. Thanks anyways.' He hadn't believed it.

Because it seemed that no matter what he did or what he said to try and convince her to give him a chance , she just shot him down without a second thought .

All Sebastian wanted to do was get to her a little better. He was fascinated by her. He had been since they first met and she had strutted inside the paddock with the tightest jeans on that he had ever seen , a tank top with her car number printed on the front hugging her body. With long shiny hair and pouty lips , and eyes like a fucking siren.

Well , how was Sebastian supposed to just not fall in love with her?

He hadn't wasted anytime in throwing himself in her direction and greeting her enthusiastically , a wide smile of awe on his face as he shook her hand for a little too long .

Holding onto her soft skin for longer than necessary as he introduces himself . Discreetly checking her fingers for a ring too.

It was bare. She was engaged married.

Perfect!

"If you need anything... and I mean anything.." he had wiggled his eyebrow at her cheekily , memorised by the woman in front of him.

"You can come to me. I'm Sebastian by the way." He had quickly added once she just continued to look at him with a unamused look her on her gorgeous face.

Cherrie had just hummed and pulled her hand smoothly out from his grip. Wiping it down on the front of her jeans with a slight grimace.

"I won't be needing anything from you. Only the directions to the office.." she had murmured.

No longer paying him any interest as she looked around the building surrounding them, taking it all in.

Sebastian had still kept smiling , not giving up. That just wasn't who he was.

"I can come with you. It's only around the corner. Fifth door on the left." He told her with a slight smirk , having assumed that she would agree and that she would take the ball that was being thrown desperately into her court .

Cherrie had just looked back at with a unimpressed raise of her perfect brows , shaking her head in a firm no.

"If it's only around the corner then I do not need someone to hold my hand there. See you around Sebastian ." She merely uttered before She then pulled her sunglasses down from her head and smoothly placed them over her eyes. Not giving him another glance before strutting away.

Even though he could hear the snickers of amusement from around him at the way she had so easily shut him down, Sebastian just didn't care .

Instead he had sighed long and hard then , smiling like an idiot as he looked over at Daniel who he was about to have lunch with .

The other driver was giggling to himself as he looked back at him like he was insane , wondering why he didn't seem upset or thrown off by her rejection at all.

But Sebastian had merely breathed out a excited “I think I'm in love." Already planning on how he was going to get into her good graces and make her fall in love with him too.

Daniel was still laughing at him even now , seven months later , as he patted him on the back as he watched Seb wait for her to get out of her car, still as stubborn as the day they had met .

"Are you ever going to give up? Cause this is getting kind of painful to watch ya know.." Daniel remarked to him with a amused smirk on his face , leaning back against the railing beside him.

Sebastian just looked back at him with a raise of his brow , shaking his head . "Would you give up on the chance of being with your dream woman Danny?" He resorted back to him, crossing his arms over his chest and humming triumphantly at his silence .

"No you wouldn't. I'm a man. Not a boy. It's just taking a little more time to get her to come around than I thought.." he muttered , sighing a little at the thought of his lack of progress .

Although she had gotten him a lovely card and a mini replica of his own racing car for his birthday.

That had got to have meant something .

Daniel shook his head at him , amused. "She's not giving you many chances though is she? In fact every time she sees you, she runs way." He stated.

Sebastian frowned at him , in denial. "She does not run away. She just has things to do.." he said to make himself feel better about the fact that sometimes she did in fact …walk a little faster in the opposite direction to where he was.

No big deal. He still had hope.

Daniel barked out a laugh "all the time? Why do you want this so bad man? I mean I understand that she's beautiful but she's absolutely brutal with the way she's always rejecting you. It's hard to watch."

Sebastian sighed a little and pursed his lips , glancing back over to his right just in time to see Cherrie slowly pull herself up out of her car .

Watching as she carefully took off her helmet and shook out her hair , his breath hitching in his throat as he watched her smile prettily as something that her engineer had said.

"Because Dan. She's so smart . And so cool. And I just look at her and I just know ..." he sighed like a lovesick puppy .

"I just know that she's the one that I've been waiting for. She's so good at insulting people too.. she's so mean.." he let out a chuckle of adoration . Shaking his head a little .

"She makes me feel young again." He concluded to him , speaking truthfully .

He wasn't ashamed of how she made him feel. Why should he be? You couldn't help who you fell in love with.

When it happened it just happened and it would hit you hard. Just like the way his heart had raced in his chest and his whole body had felt like it was on live wire when he first shook her hand and looked into her beautiful eyes. He had known then what he knew now.

He wanted her. And that was never going to change .

So instead of moping about and letting his one opportunity to find happiness pass him by , he had decided to relentlessly pursue her instead.

Daniel was looking at him like he had grown a third head. Laughing "you like it when she's being mean to you?" He repeated out loud in disbelief . Cackling.

Sebastian just smirked and nodded his head. "Oh yeah. The crueller she is , the more I want her. She's got a wicked tongue.." he tilted his head dreamily at the thought of her.

His face Lighting up as Cherrie finally started heading their way, watching as she unzipped her race suit and tied it loosely around her waist .

He jogged over to her quickly , hearing Daniels laughter and the amused 'good luck' that he called out to him.

Cherrie looked up from her phone at the sound of him clearing his throat in front of her. Slowly coming to a stop as she noticed just who it was that had dared to disturb her peace.

Fighting back a sigh when she was faced with Sebastian grinning face , his eyes twinkling under the sun as he crossed his arms behind his back and rocked on the edge of his feet like a little kid.

Pursing her lips , she side eyed him. Just wanting to get home.

"Yes? Can I help you?" She drawled a little sarcastically after another minute of him just gazing at her with his pretty eyes.

Why did god like to make the most annoying ones look like angels? It really wasn't fair. She thought to herself grimly.

Seb smiled brightly , humming happily. "Just wanted to say hi and ask what you were doing." He simply replied .

Before suddenly reaching out and taking her helmet from her hands without even asking , turning it this way and that way as he inspected the new design she had .

Humming in approval as he tapped the top of it with his knuckles to make sure that it was well made.

Cherrie frowned a little at him. Chewing on the inside of her cheek as she watched him open and close her visor , making sure that it worked smoothly.

Feeling her heart clench in her chest a little at the way he was still so determined to win her over.

She wasn't stupid . She knew that he liked her. Anyone could see that.

From the way he followed her around and never left her alone , chatting her ear off even when he knew she wasn't listening .

It made her feel really bad but she had to keep her priorities straight and a new romance just wasn't on her cards .

She was certain that he only liked the thrill of the chase and that as soon as he actually got to know her and see what a fucked up life she lived, he wouldn't be looking at her like she hung the sun and the moon anymore .

She couldn't risk letting him in. She had let a man fuck her over before and she wasn't keen to let her heart get broken like that again.

So instead she did what she did best, she tried to push him away.

But my god was he a stubborn man.

"I was just about to go home . I haven't ate since this morning." She muttered as she took her helmet back from him . Glancing over to the exit door to her right that was just waiting for her.

Seb shoved his hands into his Jean pockets and rocked back on his feet again. Not taking his eyes away from her pretty face .

"I could take you out for something to eat. There's a great sushi place not far from here." He casually offered . Still smiling at her , the hope make his eyes shine.

Cherrie held back another sigh and looked away from him. Feeling bad for how she was about to shut him down, yet again.

"I don't like sushi." She simply answered. Eyeing the silly headband that was pushed into his messy hair , fighting back a small smile at the way he kept reaching up to adjust it.

She hated that he looked so good. He was just her type. It made it even harder for her to stick to her resolve .

She didn't date. She didn't have the time to. She didn't want to either. She had better things to worry about .

Sebastian didn't even hesitate "pizza then?"

She shook her head , holding back a laugh. "I don't like pizza." She told him blandly. Hands on her hips , mimicking his posture .

At that Sebastian paused , looking at her strangely .

"You don't like pizza?" He repeated in disbelief , eyeing her with clear judgment .

"Who doesn't like pizza? Not even a simple pepperoni one?" He gasped.

She just shrugged her shoulder casually "I don't. I'm not a big fan of cheese."

It gets worse. Seb thought to himself in horror as he stared back at her with wide eyes, utterly disgraced .

"This might be a deal breaker. You can't not like cheese Cher. Have you never tasted happiness?" He joked . Utterly taken back by what he was hearing.

How could he love a woman who didn't like pizza or cheese? What was he supposed to feed her now?

Lettuce? Next thing he knew she would be telling him that she hated fruit as well.

Cherrie rolled her eyes at him with a small smile , laughing a little .

Sebastian lit up at the sound , his lips parting slightly as he grinned back at her cheekily. Proud of himself for making her laugh.

"A deal breaker for what? I wasn't aware that there was a deal to even break." She remarked as she looked down at her phone screen to check the time. Feeling more antsy with each minute passed that she wasn't on her way home.

Sebastian just sighed and patted her head as though she was the pitiful one.

"Our date to be." He confidently told her .

Grinning at the way she immediately shook her head , unamused with him.

"What will we eat together? We might have to order two different things because I don't think I can live without cheese." He added as an afterthought . Genuinely serious at it.

Cherrie gaped at him in disbelief . "Date? We're not going on a date! How many times-" she huffed . Utterly done with him. It was like he had selective hearing .

When she said no , he only heard a yes.

Sebastian just chuckled , smirking down at her.

"Yes we are. It's just a little difficult to arrange a date and time with you. You're not an easy woman to get ahold of!" He cheesed unashamedly .

Cherrie couldn't believe how stubborn he was. Groaning loudly as she rubbed her hands over her face in mild annoyance.

"Ever thought it's because I don't want to date you Seb?" She snapped at him , quickly typing a reply out to her brother who was asking when she was going to be home.

He sighed , titling his head at her curiously . "But why?" He wanted to know her reasoning for constantly shutting him down.

“I like you and I think that we'd be great together. You're the most beautiful woman in the world and I'm the most handsome man-"

She cut him off with a huff. Trying so hard not to smile at his theatrics . She couldn't let him know how hard she wanted to cave.

He was cocky enough without any encouragement from her side.

"You don't even know me! Finding me pretty isn't a good enough reason to date me Seb." She exclaimed , exasperated.

Sebastian groaned in frustration. And they said he was stubborn! She was just as bad!

"I'm trying to get to you know cherrie! And that's a lie. All relationships start with mutual attraction. Where I find you hot and you find me ravishingly handsome-" he grinned , unable to help himself from winding her up a little .

He liked the way her eyes looked when she was glaring at him. It honestly turned him on a little .

Cherrie gasped at his arrogance . "Who said I'm attracted to you?!" Her voice went higher in pitch

As she scowled over at him in annoyance .

He just rose his brows at her slyly "so you want to tell me that you don't think I'm handsome?"

She flustered . Stammering for a response for long enough that Sebastian felt gleeful.

He knew it. He knew she felt the buzz between them.

"That's not the point!" She finally manage to huff out. Clenching her helmet in her hands so she didn't throw it at his stupidly handsome face.

Sebastian just sighed . Bending his head down a little so he could catch her eye.

"Come on Cherrie.." he said a little quieter this time, the joking tone leaving his voice as he pleaded with her again. "Just give me a chance. Just one date."

Cherrie felt terrible then. But she just couldn't. He was such a great guy, any woman would be lucky to have him.

But she had so much going on in her life, she didn't want to drag him into her mess. That wasn't fair.

He wouldn't like her if he actually got to know her . Nobody did.

Men came and went like seasons in her life but it wasn't just her own heart she had to protect anymore . There were bigger things at stake.

She couldn’t get hurt again.

So swallowing down the lump in her throat , she plastered on a small smile and with her free arm she loosely wrapped it around his shoulders in a fleeting hug.

Making Sebastian freeze in shock as he looked down at her with wide eyes before quickly sliding his arms around her waist and squeezing her back.

She pulled away with a sad little sigh that made his heart clench in his chest. Patting his shoulder gently before pulling away completely.

"I'm not worth it Seb. Don't waste your time." She simply mumbled to him before walking away to the exit door , not looking back.

Leaving Sebastian to look at where she had just been stood with a frown on his face , pursing his lips in confusion and frustration. Wondering why she acted this way all the time.

"I'm not giving up." He muttered to himself as he turned around and started to head back to his trailer to think.

“There's got to be more to it."

And how right he was.

Because that following Saturday Sebastian almost had a heart attack as as he saw a familiar car slid off the track in front of him, spinning a couple of times before crashing into the wall , hard.

His heart was pounding in his chest as he stopped his car , his radio quickly coming on as he was told to pull back and follow the safety car until they got rid of the debris on the track.

But Sebastian couldn't take his eyes away from the crushed car , hands squeezing his wheel anxiously.

"Was that Cherrie?!" He shouted down his radio in a panic , leaning his head forward as far as he could to try and get a better look.

"Follow the car please Sebastian!"

"Was it?! It is her car!" He gasped as he saw the familiar number on the side . Catching sight of her helmet as he watched them try to flip her car back up right .

She wasn't moving .

"She's not getting out!" He shouted in panic , feeling sick with worry. "Why isn't she getting out?! Is she okay? Will someone fucking answer me?!" He angrily snapped down the radio when he got nothing but silence .

A voice finally came through "she's going to be okay Sebastian. She's answered her radio. Her wheels just stuck. They'll get her out." He informed him calmly .

He breathed of a breath of relief as he slowly began to drive again, following the safety car . Still keep her car in his sight the best he could before he turned the corner and he could no longer see her.

"Fucking hell!" He hissed upset "i hope she's okay. That looked really nasty. She was in the lead too!" He felt terrible for her. He knew how much she wanted to win this one.

"Just focus on the race Sebastian. You've got a better advantage now. You can still win this!" His coach tried to encourage him.

It only made Sebastian more mad. Scowling to himself as his stomach continued to turn with worry as they went around the track again. Only this time when he passed her crashed car , she was no longer inside of it.

"I don't give a shit about winning! Is she injured? Is it bad? Where has she gone?!" He wanted to know.

His coach sighed knowing that there was would be no calming him down until he saw her fit and healthy in front of his own two eyes.

"She looked okay. More shocked than anything. She refused to go with the medics. I think she's going home. She won't hear otherwise. You know how she is." He reluctantly told him.

Sebastian slammed his hands against the wheel in frustration. "Fucking stubborn woman!" He cursed in disbelief .

"She could lose a leg and she would still say she's fine! I can't believe this!" He snapped as they all lined up ready to continue the race again.

Pursing his lips together , upset.

"Where does she live? I don't have her address!" He demanded to know. Already planning on hauling ass over to her place as soon as the race was done

"Seb I can't just give you her address, that's private-"

He was having none of it. "Send me the address through text otherwise I'm not finishing this race." He threatened him seriously . Not kidding about.

There was a long pause from his radio before his coach finally sighed in defeat.

"Okay you win . I've sent it to you now. Just finish the race please." Was all he told him. Fed up.

Sebastian breathed out in relief , shoulders relaxing a little again.

“The faster I am the sooner I can leave." He muttered before he was off again.

It took him less than an hour to arrive at her apartment . Having been let up by one of her kind neighbours after he had told her that he was surprising her with his visit , he had been let up without any problems.

He knocked on her door loudly , impatiently rocking on his feet as he waited for her to answer . Checking his phone for a minute to make sure that he had in fact gotten the right address.

His head lifting back up as he heard the lock unlatch before sliding open, Cherrie's shocked face looking back at him as she finally swung open the door.

"What the hell? How do you know where I live?!" She exclaimed in disbelief , heart falling to her stomach.

Sebastian was too busy scanning her for injuries to notice how uneasy she suddenly looked , glancing over her shoulder and back Into her home nervously .

"Are you okay? Are you hurt? Why didn't you see the medic?!" He ignored her question as he pushed his way into her apartment . Ignoring her loud protests for him to get out.

Gently grabbing her shoulders and spinning her around so he could look at her closely . Seeing a few bruises on her arms and legs with the way she was stood in front of him in her pyjama shorts and tank .

The door fell closed behind her as she blinked back at him silently , still in shock at his sudden arrival.

Seeing this, he frowned . assuming that she was hurt and just not telling him, he gently took ahold of her arm and lead her over to the couch.

Only to stop short at the sight of a tiny toddler sat on it while looking back at him with wide , curious eyes.

He blinked . Then he blinked again.

Clearly his throat a little as he glanced between the baby and Cherrie , who had gone pale from beside him.

"There's a baby on your couch." He stated the obvious . Utterly baffled.

Scanning the baby's big blue eyes and curly hair, a cute button nose and dimpled smile as she made cute noises up at him. Drinking from a pink bottle that was filled with orange juice.

"I know." Was all Cherrie muttered . Pulling her arm out of his grasp and walking over to the baby.

Carefully lifting up the bottle from her mouth and wiping her chin with a her bib from where she had spilled the drink down herself .

Sebastian just watched her caring actions with utter confusion. Frowning to himself as he looked between the two of them rapidly.

"Did you steal her from someone? Is that why you're always behaving so suspiciously?” He blurted out.

Placing his hands on his hips as he looked around the room, taking in all the toys and teddies that were scattered everywhere . A pile of baby clothes folded in the corner .

What the hell was going on? Who’s kid was this?

Cherrie deadpanned at him. Unamused by his accusation of her being a baby snatcher .

Rolling her eyes with a small snort as she picked up Angel and carefully put her on her hip, swaying them side to side a little as she looked back at Sebastian with a defeated sigh.

She might as well break the news to him now. She thought with a grimace. It's not like he would be sticking around much longer when he found out.

"No Sebastian. I haven't kidnapped her from anybody." She sighed loudly , gently smoothing her fingers through angels curly hair.

“She's mine."

Sebastian just looked at her blankly . Wondering if he had misheard her .

"Sorry?" Was all that came out . Swallowing thickly as he looked between the two of them again. A little more closely this time.

At the baby in her arms who had the same eyes and cute button nose . Same dimpled smile too.

No fucking way.

Cherrie carefully sat down on the couch , shifting Angel so that she was facing the tv with cartoonson.

"This is my daughter Seb. She's called Angel. She's almost two years old." She told him simply , getting it over with.

Sebastian felt his throat run dry. Brain freezing as he let out a simple yet shocked 'oh.'

Scratching at his neck a little nervously , eyes flickering down to Angel again only to see the baby already grinning up at him toothlessly.

"Fucking hell. How did this happen?" He breathed out in shock.

Slowly walking over to them but instead of sitting next to Cherrie on the couch like she thought he would , he instead knelt down on the floor in front of Angel and then proceeded to gently poke her nose .

Laughing quietly to himself as she let out a loud giggle , wiggling on cherries lap happily.

"Lo! Lo!" She shouted at him , giggling like a maniac . Blowing a raspberry at him in the air too.

Cherrie looked down at her baby with a amused smile , shaking her head fondly with a chuckle.

"Hello. It's hello baby." She corrected her gently , letting her shuffle further forward on her lap so that she could reach Sebastian better.

Her baby had never been a shy girl after all.

"And do I really need to tell you how it happened Seb?" She sarcastically said "one day I was drunk and horny and then the next thing I knew I was already three months pregnant! Not rocket science." She muttered .

He rose a unimpressed brow at her , shaking his head .

“That's not what I meant and you know it." He replied before letting out a loud laugh when Angel suddenly lurched forward and slapped both of her hands against his cheeks. Squishing them together roughly until His lips puckered .

"Ow." He grinned , amused by the ridiculous amount of strength in her tiny hands.

Cherrie frowned at him, although she couldn't stop the smile that tugged at her lips as she watched him gently squish her baby's cheeks together in return. Making Angel shriek with high pitched giggles .

"I meant -" he looked up at her again, titling his head slightly in confusion.

"why didn't I know? Why didn't you tell anybody that you had a kid? It's a pretty big deal Cher." He stated the obvious.

He was also a little impressed at how good she was at keeping secrets. What else was she hiding from them?

He wouldn’t be surprised if she suddenly told him that she was Spanish and had been living two different lives this entire time!

Then he watched as Angel make grabby hands at him, looking up at him with expectant wide eyes. His heart melted.

"Can I? Promise I won't drop her." He said as he nodded down to her baby.

Cherrie hesitating for a moment before letting out a soft sigh and carefully passing him Angel to hold.

Watching as he got to his feet with her , holding her properly before he let out a cheeky grin , side eyeing the love of his life before he then pretended to drop her .

Making Angel squeal in delight and Cherrie gasp sharply in horror.

"Seb!" She scolded him. Reaching out to slap at his thigh , hard . "Don't do that!"

He just laughed . Winking at her cheekily.

Picking up a plastic tiara from the table , he carefully slid it onto angels small head . grinning at how cute she looked.

"Where's your crown Angel? You're a queen not a princess!" He gasped jokingly as he pretended to look around for the crown. Making Angel giggle.

She then lifted the tiara from her head and shoved it ontop of his head instead. Clapping her hands together in pure excitement .

"Pwincess! Look mommy!" She exclaimed , pulling on a piece of Sebastian's hair hard enough that he winced in pain .

Squinting his eyes at cherrie when she let out a small giggle of amusement. Tutting at her as he carefully untangled her fingers from his hair before she made him go completely bald.

That was not a look that he wanted to rock yet.

Cherrie smiled brightly . Lifting up her phone to snap a quick photo of them for future blackmail.

"Amazing." She cooed to her baby . Before looking back at Seb with a raise of her brow as she realised that she hadn't answered his last question.

"I didn't tell anyone because I didn't want anyone to know. I want her to at least have a chance at having a normal life . Plus I was a worried that the team wouldn't sign me if they knew I was a mother." She admitted to him . Leaning back on the couch with a sigh.

Sebastian carefully put Angel down in front of the tv where she quickly became hypnotised by it.

Then he walked over to the couch and took a seat next to Cherrie, their thighs brushing together as he looked down at her with a slight frown.

Feeling upset that she had been doing all this alone while he had absolutely no idea she even had baby! If he had known, then she wouldn't have had to go through it alone.

He would have supported her.

Did she think that he would judge her for being a single mother? He worried to himself as he noticed the way she was avoiding his gaze . Her cheeks a little pink. Clearly flustered by him finding out her biggest secret.

The thought that she didn't trust him stung more than he would like to admit.

"I wish you had told me .." he honestly said. Sliding his arm around her shoulder and bringing her closer into his side .

She grumbled a little but didn't bother pulling away.

Instead she peered up at him through her long lashes and said "yeah. Maybe it would have made you stop asking me out all the time." She muttered.

Sebastian snorted at that. Smirking down at her in amusement .

“Wouldn't have changed a thing." He told her simply .

“I Still like you. You having a baby doesn't change that." He said truthfully .

Although he was more than shocked by it , it didn't repulse him. Didn't change his feelings for her in the slightest. If anything it only made him admire her even more .

The fact that she had been racing all day and then coming home to do look after her baby as well, without any help or anyone even knowing , was amazing .

He realised then why she always left the paddock in such a rush when the race was over now.

She wasn't avoiding him. She wasn't being rude.

She just wanted to get back home to her baby. It was admirable really.

Cherrie couldn't believe what she was hearing. Shifting in her seat so she could face him properly , her heart racing in her chest as she peered up at him in shock.

It didn't?

"You still want-" she hesitated to say it. Cheeks darkening with colour . Hating herself for feeling so hopeful then.

She had been pushing him away for so long because she had thought that he would have been put off when he found out that she had a baby. Most men were. They didn’t want the extra responsibility.

Yet Sebastian didn't even flinch. Instead he took it all in his stride and continued to flirt with her like nothing had changed.

Seb smirked a little as he slid his fingers into her hair , gently massaging her scalp to get her to relax.

His face softening fondly as he watched her sigh contently before finally letting herself give in a little.

His breath hitching as she gently rested her head against his shoulder , her fingers fiddling with the hem of his shirt tiredly.

Overwhelmed by the sudden feelings rising inside of her. Feelings that she had pushed down for so long in fear of letting her guard down and getting her heart broken.

"I still want you." He whispered to her softly with a smile. Tilting his head and Resting his cheek against the top of her head, warmth filling his chest at how domestic and right it felt.

"Still want to take you out on a date. Although I don't know where , miss picky ." He teased her quietly . Looking over at Angel who was playing with some dolls on the carpet , his face softening even further.

She had the cutest kid in the world.

How was his heart going to survive this? His life was already so full of light with Cherrie in it but a mini version of her as well? Was he dreaming?

Cherrie blinked back the sudden tears in her eyes. Instead she buried her face into his neck and let out a small laugh of both relief and defeat.

Squeezing her arms around his waist to hold him close. Something she had been wanting to do for so long now.

"Does Angel like cheese?" He then suddenly asked her. Still playing with her hair as they relaxed. Chewing on his bottom lip as different date ideas filled his head.

Cherrie snorted "loves it."

Seb grinned smugly "smart kid. I suppose I could get me and Angel a pizza and you can have something else . What's your favourite food?" He casually said as though it was no big deal that he was offering to include her baby in the deal too.

Cherrie pulled away from him with a small sniffle, looking up at him with teary eyes.

"Seriously? You don't mind that I have a baby? Because I can't just mess around with you Sebastian. She comes first , always. I can't have people coming in and out of her life if they're not going to stick around." She told him seriously . Fiddling with her fingers anxiously .

Sebastian just smiled and grabbed her hand in his own, intertwining their fingers instead .

Squeezing her hand three times before he spoke, voice soft and honest.

"I've been serious about you since day one Cherrie. I haven't been asking you out every day for the past year for a laugh." He answered.

With his other hand he reached up and cupped her jaw gently , titling his chin up at her as he searched her eyes. Needing her to understand just how real and unrelenting his feelings for her were.

"I've got a little not so secret , secret of my own." He then whispered to her cheekily.

She grinned , leaning into his touch as he nudged the tip of their noses together softly. His sparkling eyes never leaving her own.

"Yeah?"

He hummed thickly as their lips brushed against each other , barely touching yet it was enough to make his skin prickle with goosebumps.

His pulse hammering in his neck as he realised that this was finally the chance that he had been so desperately after .

"I'm in love with you. Everybody seems to know it but you." He confessed to her quietly .

Unafraid then because as he watched her inhale shakily and blink away tears of her own, he knew that she felt it too.

"I'm gonna love you for the rest of my life Cherrie. So yes, I am serious about you. And Angel is a part of you , and I love every single piece of you. So I promise that I'll love her too..." he swallowed , overcome with emotion. "If you'll let me.."

It was the best that he could promise without being knelt to front of her with a ring in his hand.

He’d get to that , maybe after like…the third date.

Cherrie let out a mixture between a cry and a laugh . Simply shaking her head at him in amazement before she finally surged forward and kissed him like he was the last man she ever would kiss.

And Sebastian was determined to be her forever too.

He would make her so happy . That was all he had ever wanted to do.

Kissing her back passionately as he held her close , clutching onto her body desperately.

"Wanna hear you say it." He whispered shakily against her mouth as she stole his breath away, gently  sucking on his tongue till he was a squirming mess on the couch beneath her.

Laughing breathlessly against his skin as she pressed one last kiss to his neck before reluctantly pulling away, pressing her forehead against his own as they caught back their breathes.

"I love you Seb." She promised him then. Hope lighting up her chest as she realised that this was finally her chance at full happiness.

She didn't need to be alone anymore.

Didn't have to go through all the good times and utterly shit times without anyone by her side to support her.

Sebastian was here now and he was planning on never leading her side again.

"That's good to hear.." he chuckled in a daze as he blinked slowly , trying to get his brain to work again.

"Would have been a little awkward if you didn't." He joked , wrapping his arms around her to pull her into a tight hug. Rocking them from side to side as best as he could while sitting down.

Both of them laughing as he pressed loud, over exaggerated kisses whenever his lips could reach. Grinning proudly at the happy giggles she let out in return.

Winking over at Angel when the little girl looked over at them to see what was going on. Shrieking with laughter just because they were laughing too, she started clapping her hands excitedly .

Sebastian laughed "see? She's knows how I feel! Your mommy loves me Angel. Isn't that cool?" He called over to the baby as though she had any clue what he was saying.

Angel just blew a raspberry at him again, giggling.

Sebastian couldn't believe it. By falling in love with the one woman that everybody thought he had no chance with, he had found his own little family too.

He couldn't wait to rub this in Daniels face the next time he saw him.

It only took his relentlessness and stubbornness to never give up on her to get him here.

He really needed to thank his coach for giving him

Her address . Maybe send him some champagne too.

Because She loved him.

Actually , truly loved him and she liked him too.

Who would have thought?

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could i request nyx x reader, enemies to lovers where reader is the daughter gwyn and azriel and they have been rivals and hated each other since birth. Nyx thinks reader is stuck up and annoying and reader thinks he is arrogant and rude pls no snut just fluff and tension and some angst👀 i imagine jealousy and the inner circle laughing at them bc it is so obvious to everyone that they’re in love

Only A Matter Of Time Nyx x Female Reader (Both Adults)

Warnings: Red flags for abusive relationship

You tied your hair up in a quick ponytail as you made your way outside to train with Cassian. You watched as he and Nyx were finishing up with their session. Nyx's reflexes were impressive as he managed to dodge and counter Cassian's strikes. After a few minutes, you started stretching and warming up. "Focus!" Cassian commanded, and you look up to see Nyx on the ground. "You can't let yourself be distracted." Cassian says. "I wasn't distracted. I just didn't react fast enough." Nyx says. "Uh huh, sure." Cassian teases as you go back to stretching.

"Don't break a nail, princess." He says as he walks by you. "Your form could use some work, maybe you should stay and learn how it's done." You retort. "Alright, you two save it for the honeymoon." Cassian says. "He wishes." You say the same time Nyx says, "In her dreams." You start towards Cassian, "I have a date tonight, and I don't want to be late." You announce. Nyx steps faulter, but he keeps walking, hoping nobody noticed, but Cassian did. "Let's get started then."

Cassian had basically interrogated you about your date by the time you were done training. You were drenched in sweat from the hot sun and the drills Cassian had you do. You checked the time and realized you were running late, "Gotta go, Cass! I'm running late." You say as yoh take off towards the house. "Tell him if he lays a hand on you, he'll lose it!" Cassian calls after you being the protective uncle he is. You make your way into your spare room at the house of wind and shower before changing into the clothes you brought.

You were rushing out the door when you ran into a wall of solid muscle. "Why don't you watch where you're going?!" Nyx says with as he glares at you. "Sorry, I'm running late." You say, and you try to walk around him. He stops you, "So who's the loser you're going on a date with?" He asks. "Someone you don't know, now excuse me I have to go." You answer, but he continues to block your path, "seriously Nyx, I have to go." You tell him. "Lover boy will just have to get used to you being late." He says as he studies you. Finally, you've had enough and shove your way past him. "Good luck, He's gonna need it dating you." Nyx calls with a smirk.

You winnow your way to the restaurant where you're supposed to meet Bastian. You notice you're 15 minutes late. You keep searching and see him already at a table. You walk over and quickly apologize, "I'm so sorry I'm late. I swear I'm not usually like this." You say as you take a seat across from him. "I should hope not. It's inconsiderate to waste peoples time." He says with a cold tone. "I've never been here, have you?" You ask as you look over the menu. "Several times." He answers shortly.

The waitress comes to take your order, and you're about to ask for a few more moments when Bastian orders his food and then proceeds to order a salad for you. "Actually, I was going to have the..." You start to say when Bastian interrupts telling her you'll have what he ordered for you. After she walks away, you turn your attention to Bastian, "That was really uncalled for." You state. "What was uncalled for was you being 15 minutes late and now having an attitude." He says as he studies you. "Besides, I'm did you a favor by ordering you a salad." He says as his eye roam over your body.

"Are you seriously implying what I think you are?!" You say a little louder than you meant to, gaining the attention of the patrons around you. "Lower your voice and don't make a scene with your insecurities." He says nonchalantly. "You know what? I don't have to put up with this!" You say before moving to leave. He grabs your wrist, holding it tightly, "Sit down and stop embarrassing me!" He says quietly, so only you hear. "You're hurting me. Let go." You demand. "Remove your hand before I remove it for you." A familiar voice says. You turn and see Nyx standing there.

Bastian releases you in an instant, and you quickly leave before either of them can stop you. Once you're outside, you start making your way towards the house of wind. You get as far as two blocks before you hear Nyx calling you, "Princess, wait up." You quicken your steps as you tell him to leave you alone. "Please, y/n, just wait." He says jogging to catch up. "Let me take you home." He says. "Just leave me alone!" You shout, causing people to stop and look at you. You decide to reach out to Rhys to get Nyx to leave you alone. "Seriously? You called my dad!" He says, sounding annoyed.

He quickly winnows away at his father's command. Your relief is short-lived as you hear wings behind you. Spinning around, you're surprised to see Cassian standing there. "Rhys sent me to pick you up." He says. "I want to go to the house of wind." You say as he approaches you. "Wherever you want to go." He says before carrying you up to the house. As he lands and lets go of you, he says, "I don't know what happened tonight, but when you want to talk to someone, I'm always available." You just nod before going inside and making your way to your room.

You lock the door before changing into knit shorts and a tank top. You stepped out on the balcony off your room after grabbing a blanket and curled up in the chair to watch the sunset. You look at your wrist and see the fingertip bruises. You shake your head and let the tears fall that you've been holding in since you left the restaurant. You hated that Bastian had been such an ass but you hated more that Nyx witnessed it all. You were sure he had seen every moment of your humiliation, and you were certain he wouldn't let you forget it anytime soon.

You watched the sun sink behind the horizon. You watched as the stars started to appear as the sky turned to night. After dozing off a few times, you decided to finally go to bed. You fell into a restless sleep and groaned when morning came too early. A gentle knock on the door forced you out of bed. You pulled the door open as to find Azriel standing there. "Dad, what are you doing here?" You ask still half asleep. "You didn't come home last night, so I'm just checking on you. I made you breakfast." He says.

You roll your eyes, "Uh huh, I'm sure Nyx told you and everybody else about my stupid date last night, and you're checking up on me." The look of confusion on Azriel's face has you second-guessing yourself. "Nyx didn't say anything about your date, at least not to me or your mom." He says. "Sure, he didn't. I'm glad to see your acting skills have improved over the years. I'm not hungry, and I wish to be left alone." You say sternly before shutting and locking the door. "Angel, seriously, Nyx hasn't said anything to us. I haven't seen him since yesterday morning when I went to see Rhys." Azriel says through the door. "Leave me alone. I've been humiliated enough. I'll come home in a couple of days." You hear him sit the plate outside your door before he tells you he loves you and walks away.

You go back to bed and curl up under the blankets. After a few more hours, you get up and sit on the balcony. You can see Nyx and Cassian training. At the sight of Nyx, you think back to the conversation with your dad. He seemed genuinely confused, but why wouldn't Nyx tell everyone about last night. He's always bullied you and noted your failures. Why would he show you any sort of compassion now. As if he could hear your thoughts, his attention turns to you. A split second later, Cassian drops him. While he's down, you make your way back inside, not wanting to deal with him.

You make your way to the kitchen with the plate that was abandoned outside your door this morning. After scraping the food in the trash, you grab a sandwich and make your way back to your room. The weekly dinner at the river house is tonight, but you're not in the mood. You decide to lock yourself in your room with a book. You eventually fall asleep in the chair. You jump awake at the loud pounding on your door. "Open up, princess." Nyx calls through the door, "I brought you dinner since you were too busy hiding in your room." You ignore him. "Open up before the food gets cold." He says. After a few more minutes of him banging on the door, you finally hear him leaving.

You no sooner get in bed before he walks in from your balcony. "It works better if you lock all the doors, princess." He says as he sits the plate on your dresser. "Why are you here, Nyx?" You ask, eyeing him suspiciously as he leans against your desk.  "Checking in to see how much longer you were going to hide." He says. "As long as I feel like," you say confidently. "It's not good for you." He says as he fidgets.  "What do you care? Oh, that's right, you don't! Tell my parents or your father, whoever you're spying on me for, that i'm fine." You say. His face turns serious, "I do care about you." You let out a laugh in disbelief, "uh huh, sure you do, look, I'm not in the mood for you to mess with me. Can you do the nice thing for once in your life and just leave me alone."

He pushes off the desk, "Have I really been they awful to you?" He asks. "Seriously?! You've done nothing but make me miserable since we were kids." You answer. "No matter what I do, how hard I try, I'm never good enough to be anything to you besides a target. I wish you'd forget that I exist!" You say before falling apart in front of him. "The fact that you saw everything that happened on my date is humiliating. I haven't left my room or talked to anyone because I'm sure you told them how pathetic I am, and I can't deal with that right now! So just forget about me, please!" You collapse on your bed as sobs rack your body. Years of supressed emotions coming to the surface, overwhelming you.

"Y/n, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you like this, I swear. He approaches you and reaches out to touch you, "Don't!" You shout as you pull away. "You've always been better than me at certain things, and I let my jealousy get the best of me. I know you're not going to believe me, but I didn't tell anyone about what happened on your date. It's not my place to, but I am sorry that being there hurt you more." He says. "I'm sorry for everything I've done, and I hope someday you'll believe me and maybe even forgive me." He says before unlocking your door and walking out, leaving you utterly alone. You think about what he said as you cry yourself to sleep.

You wake up and quickly get dressed. You make your way to the river house and knock on the door. Nyx answers the door, "Is your dad around?" You ask. "He's in his office." Nyx says as he steps aside to let you in. You walk down the hall towards Rhys's office and gently knock on his door. "Come in." Rhys calls. You step inside his office as he stands to give you a hug. "How are you doing, dear? We missed you at dinner last night." He says. "I'm alright, just working something out. What did Nyx tell you about the other night? When I asked you to get him away from me." You ask bluntly.

"He said that you were upset and he was worried about you." Rhys answers, "that's why I sent Cassian to take you home." You look surprised, "He hasn't said anything about what I was upset about?" Rhys looks at you questioningly, "No, he said it was something you'd share if and when you were ready." You try to process what Rhys told you. You couldn't believe Nyx didn't tell everyone. "Thanks, I'm sorry for bothering you." Rhys gives you a smile, "You never bother me, dear. One more thing before you go. I know you and Nyx don't get along easily, but he does care about you." You do a quick check of your mental shields finding them intact. "I don't need to probe you're mind to know, dear. Anyone would have to be blind not to notice. Why do you think we all tease the two of you." He says with a smirk. You roll your eyes, "bye, Rhys." You say before leaving his office.

You're going over what Nyx said yesterday and what Rhys just told you as you walk down the hallway. You aren't paying attention as you think about how you really feel about Nyx. You crash into a tense body. "Is this going to be a regular thing?" Nyx asks with a laugh before catching himself, "Sorry, I wasn't trying..." You cut him off midsentence by pressing your lips to his. Once he gets over the initial shock, he wraps his arms around you and deepens the kiss. You pull back and look into his eyes, "Please tell me I didn't just royal mess everything up." He smiles down at you, "quite the opposite." He says before kissing you again.

Suddenly, the door opens, and your parents walk in along with Cassian and Nesta. Cassian shouts, "it's about damn time you two figured it out!" You look at them confused, "what is everyone doing here?" "Rhys said there was something we needed to see." Your dad says, "and I'm guessing this was it." He says laughing. "You two owe me $100." Rhys says as he walks up. Cassian and Azriel hand him money. "You seriously bet on if we would get together?" You ask, looking at the three of them. "Not if you would get together but when you would get together. It's nothing compared to what the women bet on." Cassian says with a smirk even though he lost the bet.

"What did you bet on?" Nyx asks, turning his attention to Feyre while you look at your mom. "When you'd have kids." She says with a guilty smile. You laugh, "we should've known after all the teasing." You say with a laugh as Nyx pulls you into his arms, "hopefully none of you chose anytime soon because I have a lot of years to make up for before we even consider kids." He says with a genuine smile. "Yes, you do. Besides, who said I wanted kids. You're enough of a handful already." You tease.

"You know we'd have the cutest kids when the time comes. But right now, breakfast smells delicious. Let's eat." Nyx says as he escorts you into the dining room where an amazing looking breakfast awaits. "This conversation isn't over, and you're not completely off the hook." You say as he sits beside you. "I know, but for now, let's enjoy breakfast with our families." He says with a smile. You can't help but smile back.

#acotar #batboys #sarah j maas #acotar fanfic #nyx x reader #nyx #nyx archeron #nyx acotar #acotar fic #acotar angst

[amusedyan]

Safe in the Nest

This isn’t a good idea.

This isn’t a good idea.

No matter how many times he told himself what a terrible idea this was, how it was only gonna blow up in his face, Hawks couldn’t actually stop himself.

His handler had given him the address without hesitation, as if she was waiting for him to ask.

It’s a test, a trap, you’ll be punished.

Maybe.

But the address was real, a real apartment in a real complex in a nice neighborhood.

And as he rode the elevator up, Hawks wondered if it was better or worse that she had made the money last. The check must have been huge, he thought, watching the floors click by.

He hated dragging his feet, but he couldn’t make himself just land on her balcony.

The hallway was brightly lit, decorated modern- it smelled of lemon soap and floor wax.

The hallways in his childhood apartment complex reeked of mold, decay, garbage and burned grease.

Number 1207 was on the left- it faced west. The door was white and clean as a newly washed sheet. His knock was more sure than he was- a steady knock knock knock that stung his knuckles.

He waited, listening to footsteps on the other side. After a moment, he reached up to block the peephole.

Idiot, he snapped at himself. She won’t open the door now.

After all, what could he say?

“Hey Ma, let me in?”

This was a waste of time. Tomie wouldn’t open the door either way.

There was a shadow under the door, and he heard a soft grunt- then the clicks of the locks as they were undone, one by one.

Immediately Hawks stiffened. His mother would never open the door- not when she couldn’t see who was there. No matter how good things might be going for her, he was sure things couldn’t have changed that much.

A trap? 

And then the door cracked, and he froze.

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When the knocking had come, you hadn’t thought about it. Mama must have forgotten her keys again. So you’d climbed on your little stepstool and unlocked it- one, two, three!

But she hadn’t come in and scolded you for not looking, so you opened it for her, because maybe the bags were heavy? Except it wasn’t Mama at all, but a man with bright red wings and goggles.

“Hi!” You asked, “who are you?”

He stared at you, and swallowed. “Is this the Ukai residence?” He asked, and his voice sounded kind of funny.

You nodded, “yes,”. 

“Does Ukai Tomie live here?” He asked, and you nodded again, “that’s my mama!” You told him, and he was still staring at you. “It’s rude to stare, you know!” You told him firmly.

The man blinked and nodded too, and he was breathing kind of funny.

“It’s also rude to leave a guest standing on the mat.” His face did something weird, like he was trying not to frown. Or smile.

“...that makes sense.” You opened the door a little further and suddenly you were up in the air- the man was holding you up and it was so fast and you screamed. He flinched and put you down.

“I’m sorry, I just...” He swallowed again and he was staring again. “How long did Tomie say she was gonna be gone?”

“Um...” You looked at the clock and frowned. “I don’t know.” He frowned, and you wondered if you did something bad. “I’m sorry.”

“You didn’t do anything kid. It’s about what I thought.” His smile was sad. “My name is Keigo. What’s yours?”

You told him, grinning, and even showed him how to write it. Keigo was very impressed that you knew how to spell.

Keigo turned out to be super cool- he wanted to know everything about you; what games you liked, your favorite shows, your toys. You showed him your room and he was super impressed with the potted plant that you had named Ukki. And he was so nice and so friendly that after he made you both snacks you told him about those weird tests they gave you awhile ago.

“They told Mama I was quirkless,” you admitted, and you thought that Mama might have been happy about it, but the men in the white coats weren’t, and Keigo got really quiet.

Then your cartoons came on, and you sat down to watch. Keigo sat awhile too, but then he went into your room for awhile.

Mama came home before dinner was done, though, and Keigo had packed up your clothes because he said that if Mama said it was okay, you were gonna have a sleepover at his house.

“What have I told you about using the stove?” Mama called from the hallway, and you heard the crinkle of bags. Keigo ruffled your hair and smiled at you, just as Mama rounded the corner, and her mouth fell open.

“Mama, this is Keigo, he’s a guest!” You shoveled dinner into your mouth.

Keigo smiled. “Sit down for dinner, Tomie. We need to talk.”

#yandere bnha #yandere mha #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere hawks #yandere keigo takami #platonic yandere

[kingrayii]

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Please check it out and leave kudos and feedback! As good as this one is 1st part of a TFE fanfic series I have, called -: family :-

“Hey, Optimus! Happy Father's day!” Bumblebee’s voice rang to Megatron’s audio receptors. Optimus had received a video over to his communicator, and it was from Bumblebee. 

“Happy Father’s day!” Arcee greeted on the video as well, she made a brief appearance behind Bee. 

“I’m sorry for a late greeting, I’ve been stuck at Malto’s the whole day. The Maltobots needed my help to make the day perfect, so I stayed to help. But I will never forget to remember you on this day! See you tomorrow, Prime sir!”

Before the video reached to end, the voices of the Terrans and their human family shouted and greeted Optimus happy father’s day. Bee knelt down to Mo, who was apparently signing him to kneel down for her. Mo appeared on the video.

“Mom said we can say that, even if you’re not our dad, but you are still a dad! At least to Bee!” Mo said with a wide smile.

“Bye, Mr Optimus!” with that, the video ended.

Optimus chuckled to himself. He replied to Bumblebee’s video with a brief text message, thanking him, Arcee and the whole Malto family. Megatron walked over to Optimus’ right side; “Cutting it quite close this year. The day is almost over.” 

Optimus sent his reply and facing Megatron he said: “It doesn’t matter. These things are something you know, even if no one says anything.” 

“Actually, I, too.. received a greeting today”, Megatron mumbled, trying to appear cool about it, but Prime saw the glimmer in his optics. 

“Oh?” Optimus asked, tell me more, and Megatron answered; “Young Twitch called me earlier today. She… told me, happy father’s day, even if I am far from being one to her.”

“You may not be a father to her the same way Alex Malto is, or even as far-fetched as Wheeljack. But those bonds also prove to us that being family doesn’t mean biological connection”, Optimus explained, and Megatron hummed thoughtfully. 

“Yes, I understand that. I guess… I never expected to mean this way to anyone”, Megatron confessed. 

Optimus smiled for him. Megatron had come a long way from when he was still a Decepticon leader; back in those days, he would’ve never thought the way he did now, never admitted those kinds of feelings out loud. Optimus felt joy in his spark. 

Megatron and Optimus both turned to look at the beautiful scenery that opened in front of them. Witwicky was a beautiful place, and the sun setting painted the world purple and pink. Both of them took a deep breath and let their optics rest on that beautiful view. 

“I also consider you family, Megatron, and I-”

“Don’t say it, Prime, or you might grow on me.” 

Prime chuckled; “I already have, old friend. I just wish to remind you of how much I cherish you, and what we have.” 

Megatron averted Prime’s gaze for a moment before he looked at him from the corner of his eyes. Megatron was struggling with words, he still wasn’t used to being treated like Optimus spoke and thought of him. 

“I… can’t say it back yet”, Megatron admitted, defeated, and looked down at his feet. Optimus smiled dearly to him; “I know. It is okay.” 

“But-” Megatron added, lifting a hand on Prime’s shoulder.

“I… you know.”

“I know”, Optimus hummed. 

Megatron didn’t need to say it back. Actions spoke volumes, and Megatron was shouting to Optimus the same words he just said to him. Optimus and Megatron shared eye contact, and both of them smiled. There was still much healing to do, and not only for Megatron. Optimus would wait for him for all of eternity, and even longer.

“Megatron? I often find myself thinking of how wrong we could’ve gone, had we not stopped the war.”

“Why waste time on something like that?”

“I can’t say. Maybe it is the fact of how good things are, and how bad they could be. Maybe the idea that in the countless other universes, things are far, far worse. Do you think that, maybe, there are more universes like ours? Where we do not have to fight? Where we are brothers and sisters, not divided by factions or anything else?” 

“Like you said, Prime… There are countless universes. Some ought to be as good as this one.” 

Optimus smiled and sighed contently. He narrowed his optics and hummed; “Yes. Some ought to be.” 

#tfe #transformers earthspark #megaop #tfe megatron #tfe optimus prime #tfe twitch #maltobots #tfe terrans #fanfic #transformers fanfic #tfe fanfic #tfe megop #megop

[wooawi]

my favourite thing to write has got to be perspective. specifically “making the good guy look like the bad guy and vice versa”.

Lila is a compulsive liar and a heartless manipulator? No, Lila Rossi was the new girl in Paris. Just another face in the endless wave of day to day tourism the city saw. She was nothing special, not really, and everything around her seemed to remind her of such. But, with a new arrival comes a new life, and she decided that this was her chance for a change. Something unique, something special.

All it took was a few well-placed lies. A whisper here, a mutter there. Just little things, things so extraordinary that people would rather stare in awe than fact check her, yet insignificant enough that if she was caught, it wouldn’t matter. She was ready, prepared to live this exciting facade she had restlessly created.

But, as with all things, it wasn’t enough. She wanted more, namely what the superheroes of Paris had. The two most beloved individuals in the whole city. She wanted a piece of it, wanted to be loved with even a fraction of the feverish fervour their fans showed them. Besides, who hasn’t lied at least once about a celebrity or two? Something small, something childish but still awe-inspiring.

“Ladybug saved my life once.” She dropped to the girl who ran the semi-famous Ladyblog. All she got was a nod and a smile. Lila gritted her teeth in a wide smile and thought hard. She needed something more. Perhaps…

“And then, well. We became best friends.” There! Those looks! The bright eyes and intrigue! The rapid fire questions and curious approaches! That’s exactly what she was looking for. Nothing could have brought her down, she had thought. Nothing could’ve popped her bubble of joy and brought her back down to Earth; Back to commonalty.

Well, nothing other than Ladybug herself.

Swooshing down from the bright sky too fast for Lila to see, too fast for Lila’s brain to form a proper plan, a way out, an escape route–

“Well hey Lila! How's it going? Long time no see. I saw your interview on the Ladyblog, awesome job!” …What? The Ladybug, hero of Paris and beloved celebrity, knew of Lila? Sardonic tone be damned, Lila was known! She hasn’t shifted into obscurity like she feared, and never would if Ladybug knew her! Oh goodness, she could’ve kissed the hero where she stood!

Her hands were reaching out, about to cut the hero short to salvage what she could and turn this glorious opportunity to her advantage, but Ladybug flinched away from her touch and narrowed her eyes derisively. Lila flinched in turn, her hands frozen in the air with realisation.

But, no. No way. Surely a celebrity wouldn’t waste their time calling out one overzealous fan… right?

“Oh sure!” The hero sneered, her nose scrunching in distaste. “I remember our instant connection when I saved your life and we've been really good friends ever since! Practically BFF's!” Yes exactly, now please, please, go away. Lila was practically begging in her mind. The allure was wearing off, the true horror of what this meant for the rest of her life here stamping itself into her mind. All she had to do was put one word in and get Ladybug to stop talking–

“Uh actually, when did I save your life again, Lila? I don't recall.” Shit, shit! Lila glanced at Adrien’s emerald gaze, his curious eyes soft yet accusing at the same time. Her own eyes stung, a familiar yet unwelcome emotion gathering in them.

“Oh yes! Of course, now I remember. Never! And we're not friends either! Miss Show-Off here was trying to impress you and everyone around her.”

Silence.

Ladybug’s speech had worked her up enough to heave the hero’s chest with unsung breaths, her cheeks flushed with anger. She stood waiting, her leg placed between Lila and Adrien on the bench, the divide palpable. Both of them, Adrien and Ladybug alike, kept their eyes on Lila as if the girl was an incompetent child on the verge of a tantrum. As if she going to lash out, to push back on a quest long failed and forgotten. Lila jerked her head away and squeezed her teary eyes shut.

Plip plop. The first two drops sank into her flimsy leggings leaving circular dark spots in their wake. Adrien gasped and Ladybug jolted hard enough for the motion to be felt across the bench. The clicking of a tongue could be heard.

“So I guess you aren't the descendant of a superhero either?” Lila didn’t dignify the ask with a response. Ladybug had aired out her dirtiest laundry in a fit of rage, for some reason known only to the hero, and Adrien had the audacity to push? One by one, her lofty ideals of Paris and its beloved were crumbling before her very watery eyes.

Ladybug scoffed when Lila didn’t reply. “She's more like a super liar.”

Yes, and? Lila wanted to say. It had never been a sore spot for her, her ability to weave falsehoods into palatable stories a thing of pride in her mind. And yet, Ladybug had managed to twist it into something to be looked down upon, something she should be ashamed of. Lila felt something hot and sickening unfurl in her chest.

“How dare you?” Lila wasn’t aware of the words escaping her mouth until she found herself staring up into Ladybug’s taken aback face. The brunette tried her hardest to glare through all the tears and snot, trying to make herself as intimidating as possible, trying to do something to avenge herself somehow. But…

But Ladybug rolled her eyes and turned away, her face changing to something softer once she was facing Adrien. With her back turned and Adrien staring back, mouth agape as if unsure what to say, Lila understood perfectly. She was left forgotten, discarded as an afterthought, as if she was nothing more than a bug squished beneath the hero’s shoes.

Lila choked on her half-formed words and gathered herself and the shattered pieces of her pride from the bench. Then, she walked away, her face scrunched and hands clenched.

#lila rossi #miraculous ladybug #ml fanfic #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #this kinda got away from me a bit #unreliable narrator

[thebluestbluewords]

Teeth are overrated anyway

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"Congrats." Mal says quietly. She does, in fact, know how to have some tact, sometimes. "Heard you made the team." 

Carlos rolls his head to the side so he can talk to something that's not the tightly curled space between his own knees. "I punched a kid so hard he threw up." he says softly. Like it's a confession. 

"And? I bet that fucker deserved it." 

"Not really."

In Mal’s expert opinion, they all deserve it. Every kid who shoulder checks them in the hall just because they're there, every girl who won't look at Evie while she crushes their test scores, everyone who comes to Mal when they want something and ices her out when they don't, they all deserve it. Every kid who's ever taken a sharpie to their doors to tell them how worthless they are, they deserve it tenfold, and if one of them took a punch to the gut while wearing practice armor, it's nothing compared to what Mal would do to them given half the chance. 

"I promise you, they really did," Mal says. "You punched one kid. I've punched how many now?" 

Carlos laughs. It's not funny.  "Fourteen." 

Right. Out of all the ways their families fucked them up, he got the obsessive kind of guilt tracking. Preventative evidence, because the adults who want them gone will totally listen to a timestamped, cross-referenced spreadsheet of all the times they've actually fucked up, instead of whatever imagined crimes they're actually going to get sent back over. The spreadsheet's very existence is incriminating, and it could be bad if it gets into the wrong hands, but anybody who's able to get into three layers of password-protected sub-folders deserves the hex they'll get for snooping, and will probably feel too guilty (hopefully) to use it properly against them anyway. It won’t matter. The adults who care about them won't be able to override the ones who fabricate crimes they didn't even do, and one spreadsheet, even with locked timestamps for every edit, won't do much against a royal word. 

Whatever. Everyone has their own coping mechanisms. 

"Fourteen," Mal echoes back. "That's a lot fucking more than one, and I'm still here." 

His head makes a solid noise against the wood. "You're different. People like you." 

Mal can't stop the scornful noise she makes at that one, but she can pick her next words wisely. 

Tread carefully, fearless leader. There's no coming back from this one. 

"I think," she says slowly, inching her way closer. "That you are severely overestimating how much people like me, fleabrain." 

Carlos makes a soft noise. He's listening, which is score one for Mal. 

"I'm not some perfect princess who never does anything wrong. Obviously." Fourteen classmates with black eyes and bloody noses. Fourteen people who won't speak ill of her crew again.  "I just keep trying, and I guess the Auradonians here are too stupid to realize that we're a bunch of lost causes. Their mistake, right?" 

"Right," Carlos whispers. "They're the ones who keep making mistakes." 

Hm. It's the right energy, but maybe not quite the right words.

"We deserve better than their scraps," Mal says, low and serious and warming to her cause now. "We deserve at least as much as they give their own stupid children, and if their noble-born brats can keep fucking up over and over, then we deserve at least as many chances as they get. We deserve our place here, and if they haven't kicked me out after punching fourteen people. they're sure as shit not going to kick you out over punching one." 

"Right." 

Mal can feel the heat of Carlos's body next to hers now, so close they could be touching. "Of course I'm right. And besides, why would they let you on the team if they're going to kick you off right after? It'd be a drain on their time and resources, and they're not gonna waste energy on us if they don't need to. You're stuck on that team whether you like it or not, dumbass." 

Carlos laughs. It's not exactly a happy sound, but it's closer than before. "I didn't want to join. I fuckin' hate organized sports." 

"Ah, like how I didn't want to join the equestrian club, and Evie dragged me to the meeting under false premises and wouldn't let me leave without petting a horse?" 

"Like that," he agrees, and finally tips his head onto Mal's shoulder. "I didn't want to do the second round of tryouts, but they're down a man since Aza broke his ankle, so Coach called everyone on the backup rotation in for a test scrimmage." 

"Let me guess, some shithead tried to pull shit because you're tiny, and you rage slammed him into the fuckin' dust?" 

Mal can feel the warm gust of his sigh on her neck this time, and it feels like what home must be for other people. "Yup. Pretty much." 

Weird. 

“I thought coach was all about controlling your power," Mal says, thinking out loud from a half-remembered conversation she’d had with Jay a few nights ago. “Guess he's some sort of filthy hypocrite who only means that for the big guys, huh." 

Carlos shakes his head. His hair is a soft, static-y mess that sticks to her cheek from the friction. She's going to be pulling handfuls out of her mouth later, but it's fine for now.  "Nah. He wants people who aren't afraid of full contact. Apparently he's playing some sort of psych-out game with one of the other teams, and he's pretty sure I'm unassuming enough that they'll never see it coming." 

"So he wants you to punch more people?" Mal asks incredulously. She may be bad at teams, and organized sports, and anything that involves running for more than a few minutes at a time, but a school-sanctioned chance to punch people might be worth making a stink about starting a girl's team over. "Sounds like a fuckin' sweet deal to me." 

“I—“ Carlos starts. 

Somebody pounds on the closet door, and his mouth snaps shut so fast Mal can hear the click. 

"Hey, if you two are done having a heart-to-heart in there, some of us wanna get to dinner on time!" Jay calls through the door. "Toss me out some shoes if you're skipping and I'll tell Verne you're both sick." 

Mal shoves open the door without waiting, and is rewarded with a satisfying 'oof' as the handle hits Jay in the stomach. "We were almost done, dumbass. You can't wait five minutes for us to strategize the best way for me to get in on this school-sanctioned hitting people shit?" 

Jay grins down at her, looking entirely too pleased with himself. "Nope." he says brightly, popping the 'p'. "Dinner waits for no man, and I'm not missing out on bread just cause you two decided it was the right time to have a gossip sesh in my closet."

"Ow," Mal grumbles, unfolding herself from the floor. "Fuck you, who told you that gossip sesh was a word people actually use?" 

Jay steps back to let her out, still grinning infuriatingly. "Lonnie." 

Mal's going to sneak into that girl's room and dye all her clothes pink. 

No, she'd probably like that. Purple, then. An unflattering purple. One of those periwinkles that's so blue it doesn't deserve to share a name with the perfect purples that Mal herself wears. Perfect. 

"I'm going to make you both suffer," Mal informs him. "I'll dye all your clothes black." 

"Ooh, you think I'd look hot goth?" Jay shoots back, reaching past Mal to give Carlos a hand up. "Do your worst, killer. I already bribed your girlfriend. She said I'm her favorite model now." 

"You did not." 

"Did so." 

"Nobody bribed me with anything!" Evie calls from the boy's bathroom. "Jay's a better model than you because he knows how to hold still, M." 

"Nobody ever asks me to model," Carlos grumbles. Unlike Mal, he looks like he's comfortable standing upright, which is deeply unfair. "I'd be great at it." 

Evie sticks her head out of the bathroom. She's holding a hot curling wand to her hair, but her makeup is already on and impeccable for their teacher-student dinner tonight. "That's because you're already my favorite, baby. No matter how many people you've punched." 

Carlos flashes her a tiny, blink-and-you've-missed-it smile. It’s worth it. All the time in the world would be worth it to see that smile again. “Thanks, E." 

"Yeah, for nothing," Mal grumbles, twisting back and forth until her back pops. "What am I, moldy fish heads? I just spent half an hour twisted up in a closet, I want good girlfriend credit too." 

Evie laughs. "The fact that you call it girlfriend credit means you could never really stay in that closet, babe. You get all the girlfriend points." 

#my fic #descendants #descendants fic #this is probably ot4 #but it’s mostly #gen fic #mal bertha #carlos de vil #i have some thoughts about how this school actually functions and an unfortunate number of those thoughts are about sports teams #like how did we go from ‘have you thought about band’ to ‘he’s like my brain’??? #what happened in between to get this sportsball team functioning as a team #so this is loosely my take on that #and also about the enduring need to sit in a dark room and not interact with people after stressful situations #like when u accidentally rage blackout and punch a kid and think you’re going to be sent back into exile because he started puking #just normal stuff y’know

[cinnamonest]

Im here to spread the r*pist ayat0 agenda...imagine Ayaka bringing home a pretty young thing she befriended

She's so shy and innocent ayato can't help but be attracted to her...he just wants to have her all to himself

(I didn't expand very far with this, sorry i was in a rush)

I know I used it in that teacher post recently but I want to note again that it is objectively the case that Ayato would utilize Ayaka as a tool to get closer to a darling, especially if she's already friends with you.

He really pressures and psychologically manipulates her into being around you, too, speaking positively of you. You seem so much happier when you two are together. I think this friendship is good for you. Things like that, little comments to steer her in the direction of getting closer to you, and thereby bringing you over to the estate more often.

He doesn't get many chances to see you otherwise, being as busy as he is. It would be unusual if he left the estate to go take care of trivial matters, and people would notice wherever he went, so he can't just go out in public and try to "coincidentally" run into you or anything. No, he has to rely on her as an outside means of bringing you to him instead.

He can still make some coincidences occur, though. It just so happens that someone else has come to see his sister and needs to speak with her. He had no idea they were coming today, apologies for the inconvenience, but he interrupts the two of you and asks if she wouldn't mind talking to the other guest for a moment... leaving the two of you alone, just to talk for a minute or so.

Or another time, you received a letter from her asking you to come over at a certain time on a certain day, and when you arrived you found she was nowhere to be found. Ah... she's absent-minded sometimes, you know. That's what Ayato says at least, gesturing for you to come in nonetheless. She must have gotten the dates confused when she wrote it down. Which makes sense -- she did scratch out the first number of the date and had written it again above it, so she probably got confused, and the original date she wrote actually was the correct one.

But you've come all this way, it would be a waste of your trip not to stay, and of course it would be so rude to turn you away! Here, he was just about to take a break for tea, you could stay a while if you'd like. And of course, you too want to be polite, so you agree, end up coversing a short while. He has a charismatic personality and way of speaking, so it's easy to feel comfortable. Besides, he mostly just asks questions about you anyway. You end up staying quite a while, and when you do leave, he even walks you home, smiling at you as you two part ways once you reach home.

...But he's careful not to overstep a thin line. He's perceptive, cunning, and careful to keep his eagerness in check to avoid blunder. That is, he ensures these coincidences don't happen too often, that he never speaks with you for too long. He takes every precaution to ensure it stays just within the limits of what's believable enough to not strike you as unnerving or strange, or to raise suspicions. You having any reason to feel uneasy about him would be... counterproductive.

Not that it really matters all that much. He hates losing potential time with you, but after he wins you over, you'll be spending all your time with him voluntarily anyway.

#.ay #lena's asks

[inkrabbit]

Would you happen to have any headcannons for Swiss and/or any of the other ghouls taking care of their sick s/o?

honestly lets have all the ghouls

Swiss:

"Sick...? Hang on, lemme look that up."

and best believe he's asking Primo to make you one of his famous teas to help you feel better

you're not leaving his bed either, so get comfy

don't worry, he's not leaving your side until you're all better. and yes, that means he's cuddling with you as much as you'll allow

you wanna watch a movie? some stupid videos to make you feel better? you got it.

he'll also play something for you on his guitar and softly sing to you in hopes you feel better

also pls eat for him, even if you don't really want to. he'll cry if you don't

Aether:

"You're hotter than a fire ghoul. What's wrong?"

he doesn't 100% understand when people get sick because ghouls aren't prone to sickness

if you give him a quick rundown, he gets the general idea

will ask some siblings for tips, and also get a couple books

refuses to let you leave bed when he sees that "rest" is one of the important home remedies

keeps checking up on you to see if you feel better because, no Aether, sickness doesn't go away within hours of rest

gives you some of his books to read and offers to play music to help relax you more

Cirrus:

"You're still in bed? Did you stay up late last night?"

one of the few ghouls that actually knows what to do

checks your temperature every hour and always ends it by kissing your forehead

brings you food to eat in bed so you don't have to waste energy getting up

you can get up and do things, but she's gonna give you a firm warning to get back to bed

also gives you fuzzy blankets and a few stuffed animals she found to try and make you comfy

she'll stay if you want her to, but other than, she's giving you your space so you can rest peacefully

Cumulus:

"Honey, what's wrong? You're burning up!"

also one of the ghouls that knows what to do and she's quick too

within five minutes, she's taken your temperature, run you a hot bath and got you a cool and damp towel to rest on your head while you sweat it out under the covers

makes soup from scratch and uses the herbs from Primo's garden to enhance the flavor and boost the potential of it helping you

she gives you anything you want and even softly sings for you to help you fall asleep

shoos away any of the other siblings or ghouls that try to check on you. if they wanna know how you're doing, they can ask her

keeps a show on that you like so you're not bored being in bed all day

Mountain:

"Ayy, I'm sick too! ... What do you mean flu?"

just like Aether, he doesn't get it at first and he needs a little more in-depth rundown on what the "flu" is

all he really understands is "I feel horrible and hot and disgusting"

he runs a nice hot bath for you and, when he hears how you don't have energy, decides to take it with you so he can help clean you

keeps making jokes and telling stories to try and make you happy

he's more than happy to cuddle with you in bed all day, even if you're feeling icky

tell him if you want some alone time. he'll understand. he just wants you happy and back to normal

Rain:

"Hey, you're burnin' up. Are you okay?"

he knows what sickness is. he's seen Papa sick a few times so he has a good understanding on what to do

asking one of Primo's ghouls for the best home remedies for you and making them himself

understands if you don't want anything, but also encourages you to eat and drink so you keep your strength up

always keeps a bottle of water beside you just in case you need it

plays his bass for you and softly sings if you don't mind him staying with you

don't be afraid to ask him for anything, no matter the request. all he cares about is your health and he wants to take care of you

Sodo:

"Lucifer, you're hot! Is that what it's like touching me?"

doesn't understand at first what's wrong with you, but like Mountain, he gets the gist when you mention how you feel

this is one of those times where he gets really soft with you and insists that, if you need anything, no matter what, all you have to do is ask him

ends up cuddling with you all day and watching shows on his laptop

he won't tell you, but he absolutely loves this. doing nothing and just spending time with you

offers to play music on either his bass (if he can find it) or his guitar. you gotta kiss him if you want him to sing, though

swaps between English and Swedish when gently talking to you while you try falling asleep

Sunshine:

"Is something wrong? You're like... really hot!"

asks Cirrus and Cumulus for advice on how to properly help you

like Cumulus and Rain, she makes you soups and teas herself and uses herbs from Primo's garden to help

she plays a couple of her vinyls to keep you entertained, but feel free to ask her to turn it off. she'll understand

checks your temperature whenever she thinks you feel better or worse

cuddles with you in bed and constantly checks to see if you're okay

will 100% understand if you want to be alone, but she will be coming by every now and then just to check up on you

#request #headcanons #hcs #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #cirrus ghoulette #cumulus ghoulette #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #sodo ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #sunshine ghoul #gn!reader

[stardewsnail]

Not the same anon, but those jealousy hcs were so good! Do you think you could write some for the bachelorettes? 👀 Please and thank you! 🖤

Snail’s directory 🖤Jealous Bachelorettes 🖤

🖤 Emily 

Emily tries to be connected to her emotions. She acknowledges the jealousy, meditates, maybe talks to Caroline for advice. She’s working through it consciously, letting herself feel before letting it go…

Except she can’t let it go.

Because every time she closes her eyes and tries to concentrate on her breathing, all she can see is the farmer’s red-stained face as they offered Leah a basket of wild spring onions. 

She will go around and around the jealousy trying to work it into something more productive

Eventually she’s just going to talk to the farmer, albeit indirectly

Might get Haley to help her gather intel on who the farmer has a crush on–Haley isn’t a gossip, but she is nosy. 

Over all Emily tries to handle it maturely, but she’s crushing hard and it’s making her act a little goofy

This will end with Emily shooting her shot and just confessing

🖤 Haley

Haley doesn’t get jealous. That would be totally beneath her—girls like her have no reason to ever be jealous.

So when the farmer came bouncing in front of her house she was certain there was about to be a knock at her door. But no, the farmer stopped in front of Skater boy, a cactus fruit held triumphantly in their hands. Sam lit up, of course, taking the gift and inviting the farmer in. She turned, storming back to her bedroom and slamming the door with more force than probably necessary. She had film to process anyway–she was much too busty to waste time on the farmer.

she’s absolutely seething and doesn’t know what to do about it

She’s never liked someone so much that she was actually jealous, this was a new feeling

If Haley and the farmer aren’t together then Haley is gonna end up regressing into a bit of a mean girl again. She might even snap at the person “stealing” her farmer (poor Sam doesn’t know what the fuck he did and he’s already a lil scared of Haley) 

If they’re together, then Haley isn’t nearly as mean but she gets pouty and extra needy but like…she just passive aggressively sits on the other side of the couch until the farmer notices and slides over to give her some love

Catch the farmer getting her something special from the mines the next day and taking care to spend a little extra time with her

🖤 Leah

Leah channels all her jealousy into her art. She knows she’s jealous—she’s passionate and she likes that about herself. Jealousy is just another emotion that needs to be felt and processed. She really doesn’t bring it up with the farmer unless they’re actually together in which case it would be a conversation along the lines of Leah saying 

“Hey I wanted to talk to you about something—I’m feeling insecure about x and I just wanna check in”

I think she’s one of the older bachelorettes and she’s had enough crappy relationships and post relationship therapy (she’s a big advocate that everyone needs therapy) to handle it directly and maturely. It will be fine as long as her partner can match her calm energy. And also I think Leah would, out of all of them, value platonic relationships just as much as romantic. She doesn’t want to stop the farmer from giving gifts to their friends; she's just asking for a lil reassurance. 

🖤 Abigail

Pre-relationship

Abigail will both hide away in her video games and be a little extra vicious in the mines. The big thing though, will be how hard she’s hitting the drums at band practice—it’s noticeable she’s playing out some angst. She’s absolutely not going to talk to the farmer about it, but she will vent to Sam and Seb. Sebastian offers some good advice, and Sam decides to take matters into his own hands and the next time he hangs out with the farmer he not so subtly asks about their dating life

The farmer misunderstands and basically says they’re flattered but that they like someone else

Sam quickly guesses that it’s Abigail with a huge grin, and tells the farmer that Pierre will have bouquets in stock soon

He reports back to Abigail who is mortified and quickly goes to the farmer to talk and clear things up (without a plan tbh she was just running on caffeine and panic) 

just imagine the farmer awkwardly holding a bouquet that Abigail doesn’t notice until she’s rambled for at least five minutes about her and the farmer and some esoteric commentary on the nature of relationships

at some point the farmer just holds up the flowers and Abigail stops short, red as a tomato

I don’t think Abigail would be significantly jealous once she was in a relationship. 

🖤 Maru

I imagine Maru is the most inexperienced in love when it comes to the bachelorettes. I HC her around 20 and as having been mostly home schooled. 

Pre-relationship

She absolutely over analyzes and tries to think her way through her emotions rather than feeling them

Fortunately she has Penny to talk to–and talk she will. It will take a lot of talking before she actually realizes she’s jealous because she likes the farmer. 

This realization is a crisis. It’s a panic. Maru does not know what to do. 

She spends extra time staying up at her telescope (she’s just as nocturnal as her brother) like the stars will have answers 

She will be completely oblivious to the farmer liking her back for the longest time

Relationship

when she gets jealous she tends to try to talk to her partner indirectly? Like she will be talking around the whole thing and her partner will go “i think I’m understanding what you’re saying, and I want to reassure you that you have no reason to be jealous”

And Maru will sit there frozen for a moment while she processes (give a girl a min to buffer) and then they’ll actually talk about the issue. 

🖤 Penny

Penny doesn’t get jealous, Penny gets sad. She withdraws and begins to pull away, insecurity getting the best of her. She gets quiet and fidgets when the farmer asks what’s wrong. Be patient with her and eventually she’ll open up about feeling like the farmer likes someone else. Like Haley, she needs reassurance—wrap your arm around her while she reads, bring her some tea, kiss her temple whenever you pass her—these little actions make her feel cared for and secure. Eventually she’ll be confident enough to bring up her feelings on her own. All she needs is to know she’s wanted. 

#Stardew Valley #sdv #sdv bachelorettes #sdv haley #sdv maru #sdv penny #sdv leah #sdv abigail #sdv emily #snailwrites #sdv jealous

[pedropascalunofficial]

STORY TIME - THE FANDOM STAIN

My response to THIS post from stainsofpascal/thesweetestdecline earlier today

@thesweetestdecline

I am going to number these since you’re going to get tired.

1.      FAKE IG ACCOUNT

You said I made a fake account in your name on IG? No. That fake stainsofpascal account isn't me. I'm in Ireland. We don't have Threads in Europe. And a VPN can't get around that. Please check your receipts before wasting all of our time with this bullshit narrative you're trying to deflect with.

2.   LONG POSTS

You complained that my posts are long. That's because your bullshit is prolific. I don’t mess around. I like to give detailed accounts of what’s happening with receipts to back it up so ppl can clearly see what's going on in the fandom they're now ashamed to be part of. It's also to prevent ppl like you from deflecting by saying your accusers are "crazy" or "obsessed" with you. The receipts don't lie even though you’d like ppl to believe they do.

3.   “BOT ATTACK” ON IG

You accused me of attacking you on IG? No. I haven’t done shit on IG. I haven’t attacked your stainsofpascal or thesweetestdecline accounts. You realise I’m just the loudest of many, many ppl who wonder why you're in the fandom?! Getting you suspended would only feed your need to be seen as an underdog. I’d rather watch all this play out as ppl wake up to your clout chasing. It's not me or my friends who will be your downfall. You'll manage that just fine by continuing your bullshit.

4.  FOLLOWER COUNT ANOMALIES

You’re gas. Always playing the victim to deflect from your own misdeeds. Are you ever going to explain any of the unusual increases in follows or would you like us all to ignore the fact you can get 400 in a matter of hours and drop 500 the next day? Should we believe your version of accounts because you're...... an upstanding member of this community? Stop trying to compare your jumps in followers on your stainsofpascal IG account with other ppls. Your account numbers go up and down faster than a whores knickers on Paddy’s Day in Times Square. No one else has this but you and your dodgy minions who hid their dodgy numbers in a recent attempt to hide their ratios.

5.      COME CLEAN

What have I done in this fandom? I'll admit it (again). I bought Pedro’s white pages and socials info via a website. That was stupid. I regret doing it. What was really stupid was that I shared some of it thinking it was for a laugh and your mate, (let's call her Ms Peacock) used it to trade with ppl across the fandom to gain clout and to gain more information about Pedro. I've tried to make amends but it's far too late as it snowballed into much bigger information getting traded. So to attempt to make amends, I decided to get closer to the psychos and report back. Shitty, I know, but at least the right ppl know about the stalking bullshit and Pedro can protect himself better.

6.  MS PEACOCK AND STALKER REDDIT

After sharing his old info with you and Ms Peacock, I realised neither of you were looking into Pedro's old info just out of curiosity. You were tracking him and his friends around like they’re characters in a story. It’s my bad for not noticing the crazy when it was staring me in the face.  I shared info which was traded from person to person in exchange for info that has been used to help Ms Peacock not just stalk Pedro online but get physically closer to him. First, driving past his old house and now, three years later, she’s living "#twoblocksaway" from his gym according to a recent post. Zero shame.

I shouldn't be surprised since she used to frequent his actual neighbourhood even though it was a three hour round trip from her town. Before all that, she told us she used his personal email for a project where a group of us had raised money to adopt an elephant for his birthday. I never did get the info on the elephant since she dipped on the group chat after getting what she wanted. Ms Peacock traded info some of us had given her with others in turn for more info and clout. Just like a fandom Gollum. We didn’t realise that stuff we shared was being traded so it could be added to in order to feed her need to feel near him and grow her influence here. You’ve been part of supporting that behaviour too. When Ms Peacock asked you to find out where Pedro was one day, you went straight to the airline staff and lied about possibly being on the flight in an attempt to get the flight details. You ran right back and gave her what you had. I hope you realise we’ve all been played. Some of us learned our lesson and tried to be better but you stayed with her and you guys took it to another level. When you ran out of info, you created a stalker reddit where you share info you gather through lies and deceit with some real psychos in the fandom. I hadn't realised what I fed into until I saw the levels you guys cranked it up to. Now I see what a bit of info in the wrong hands can snowball into. I have a lot of regret about that. (I also have receipts)

Do you regret being part of that? Have you even stopped tracking him?

7.   CHASING CLOUT

Some of us did some of the stuff you continue to do but we woke up and realised this shit isn't a game. YOU and your shitty friends levelled up and are fucking with ppls lives. You treat him like shit for clout and not because you want him to be a successful human being. You need to grow up and admit that to yourself. Impossible though right?! Coz then you might lose clout. That is why you're here right?!

If it's not, then why?

TO CREATE COMMUNITY?

I've seen screenshots of your IG posts and what type of community you're cultivating in your comments. Ppl who shit on Pedro's career, his sexuality, his physical appearance, and you've collected a fine assortment of fandom psychos all sharing your posts. You feed them with likes even when their comments are hate filled. Ppl have noticed.

TO STALK PEDROS FRIENDS?

You've posted about contacting Pedro's friends through social media. Going so far as to add trackers to your Tumblr and watch their online status on Instagram. (I’ve got receipts)

TO INTERFERE PEDROS FRIENDS?

You’ve admitted reaching out to Pedro’s old friends. They’re said they’ve unknowingly given information to stalkers they've had to add extra layers of security to their social media. They aren’t there to be used as “sources” during playtime. (I’ve got receipts)

TO STALK PEDRO?

You guys contact his friends, hotel and airline staff for more info on his whereabouts. (I’ve got receipts) If that's not stalking then what do you call it?

TO SUPPORT PEDRO?

Pedro is the punchline of your account. You encourage ppl to drag him by liking their hate filled comments. What’s that about? It would be cute if you weren’t also stalking him but publicly negging the fuck out of you’re victim is a bit tasteless, no?

8.      OBSESSED

You say I'm "obsessed" with you and you've "done nothing to my friends"? No, try, a lot of other ppl in the fandom and I are sick of your holier than thou act when we’ve seen you abuse and attack ppl competing accounts who did nothing to you. You can't fuck up ppls lives and expect to skip off into the sunset. You do shitty things, refuse to acknowledge them and continue to be the best example of what's wrong with this fandom and why it has the reputation it does.

9. WHY DO I "COME FOR YOU"?

I challenge you because you came at others first and like magic, shit hit the fan for them.

Early on you were copying Aude’s style of posting. It's undeniable that your posts were very similar. No one really cared but ppl talked about it in forums and someone sent an anon to @pedrohub who decided to post it for some reason🤔. You decided to attack her in a reblog and accuse her "friends" of sending poorly spelled hate. Then you gaslight her all because she had....stopped liking your posts as much as before. Like wtf?

Then you blamed Arte for hateful anons you were getting. You said it was her because she had blocked you. You said it was definitely she because she's from Ohio (btw Arte doesn’t talk about being from Ohio so how did you know that?), ignoring the fact another fan is from Ohio and is well known in the fandom to send vicious hateful anons (let's call her Wendys License-Plates Girl). You didn't like Artes reason for disliking you and your account. She blocked you so she just didn’t have to see you. She had never said anything bad about you at that point. You produced screenshots of conversations which were had after you accused her but you ran with them as your "evidence" that she had it out for you in dms and was directing a campaign of hate against you. When nothing came of that, you then blamed her for getting you blocked by Sebastiano Mauri because you.....liked her dog pic? Again wtf. There's a trend brewing here.

You created these monsters in your head and you took your anger out on unsuspecting fan accounts. Meanwhile, you were posting shit ppl just weren't feeling and stalking SM in dms. You were tracking him and baiting him to speak to you so you could see his activity tracker in IG. I was the one who got you blocked for your fucking stalker bullshit coz you bragged about it.

You blamed Arte and Aude for bullshit you made up in your paranoid mind. You were told they were innocent by the person you suspectdd of ratting you out but you chose to doggedly go after both of THEM AND NOT ME. Talking shit in dms with whoever would listen. Spinning your usual holier than thou victim routine.

Now, let’s see….

Who has magically lost their account – pascalisfrenchpunk

Who has magically received a death threat – artedepascal (also runs mh_creatives on IG)

Who was bore witness to your bullshit, Known to be friends with Aude and Arte, Known to have connections to get info to Pedro?

Me.

Why didn’t you ever target me since you had vague posted about me being a rat? You knew I got kicked out of the stalker reddit once the Fleetwoods-rumours blog got published for the guys to read.

But...

I don't use IG so I guess you didn't see me as a threat to your clout chasing on there. You only went for ppl with competing IG accounts because all you want is to be noticed by Pedro and to be the Queen Clout Chaser of the fandom.

NO ONE WAS RUNNING A CAMPAIGN OF HATE BUT I SURE WAS COLLECTING A COLLAGE OF YOUR BULLSHIT TO HELP YOUR VICTIMS.

If you have missed who the fans are that are giving this fandom a reputation for being psychos, please see the Story Time series (so far) below✌️

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal fandom #storytime #ms peacock #ms green #col mustard #thesweetestdecline #stainsofpascal #themandadlorianbod #a7estrellas #stalker reddit #pascalisfrenchpunk #artedepascal #reddit #story time #pedro pascal stalker #deuxmoi #pedro pascal deuxmoi

[labyrinthofsphinx]

Statistical Outliers

Working on my next little comic, so I figured I'd post a short drabble in the meantime.

Time is everything. It was everything when he was alive, and it’s been everything since he died. The only thing that’s changed is now he was the one that determined time. The citizenship of hell held only two real concepts of time, which is probably why there’s plenty of old badgers still holed up in their ways. First was, of course, the need to keep track on the way to doomsday. The yearly extermination was held on the same day, every year, so it became a timepiece as a consequence rather than by any actual effort. On the other hand, the second was very much an invention of his own.

TV had a way of warping time. When he was alive and doing something similar, people would work their days around the TV because it was only on for a certain amount of time, and there were only a few things worth watching. But, for that hour basis, it was the most drawing thing in the world. Things have changed obviously, now TV shows play all day. People still checked their clocks for the start of their favorite program. The internet and cellphones constantly show the time, even if as more of a background piece to the dramas that play out behind the screen. People are absorbed by media now. They couldn’t escape it entirely. Their time was his plaything and the more time they spent obsessing over his empire, the more control he had.

Of course, with Heaven’s little hunting safari out of the way, his became the only time relevant to the cesspool down here. And most of his own time was spent cultivating that: talks shows, game shows, news, commercials, streaming platforms, you name it.

Time may be something he stole from others, but perhaps only because he had so precious little of it himself.

So, time was important to him. And when someone or something wastes his time, well…

 He glanced across his screen, the blue light from the aquarium getting lost in the blue light of the devices. They glared off his face, itself a screen, and reflected off too bright to see much of anything. And Val wonders why this room is always so dark. He turned down the brightness again.

The leftmost screens were devoted to Val, his studio, and his workers. Not that he liked staring at those while shooting, mind you. There was only so much of that that anyone could watch and still be productive. Still, he noted, he really needed to get an electrician over there. You’d think spending all this time literally surrounded by devices, Val would’ve learned something about electrical outlet safety. But, he supposed Val wouldn’t bother. Just like he never had to worry about how he was going to get his films distributed, or edited, or formatted. He had Vox for that, after all.

Because Valentino’s problems were ultimately Vox’s problems.

Right next to Val’s studio on his surveillance was Velvette’s designer pad. He enjoyed watching her in the background of his day, barking orders and snapping people in line. You’d think she’d been the top of fashion when she was alive too, the way she acted. He had to remind himself that she wasn’t actually as old as him or Val sometimes. Other times though, well, her age showed. She played the game of likes and shares. She didn’t play the game of politics. Why in hell did he ask her to attend the overlord meeting again? She hadn’t even had the courtesy of explaining just what went wrong, only that the meeting was full of outdated morons, half of which should be wearing adult diapers. So, yeah, that hadn’t panned out well. And, no, he didn’t try to correct her either. She wouldn’t listen on a good day. And why should she? She was the one whose opinions mattered. Everyone else can shove it. Or, rather, Vox was in charge of making sure other people shoved it, or themselves, off a cliff.

Because Velvette’s problems were Vox’s problems too.

His own office and set were up there as well. It was a little redundant, sure, but he’s always insisted on the extra security. Or maybe it was his own obsession with having to have eyes on everything at all times. Hard to tell, really.

It all seemed so sterile compared to the messes that were Val and Vel’s setups. Even in the midst of a show, it was mostly just him, either plugged in and projecting or sitting behind a chair talking. Any other people in his space were either there for a short segment, or part of the backstage cronies he employs to keep things running smoothly. Sometimes he’d have one of the others up there as well, usually for promotional work: ‘Voxtec presents Valentino’s newest project’ or ‘Velvette’s new perfume line’. Something of that ilk. He wasn’t just the face of the Vees, he was the one advertising them, keeping time set to them.

But if it was a Voxtec product that didn’t involve them? Nope, wasn’t their problem.

Because Vox’s problems were Vox’s problems only.

So, he wasn’t at all surprised that his newest problem, the most recent waste of time, was shown to him sitting on his couch watching re-runs.

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LUNATIC Prologue

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Nyx, a fucked up, savage little sweetheart with a penchant for mayhem and draining abusive individuals of all their blood has found herself on the Avengers radar after she makes quite the mess of one Brock Rumlow, the waste of space who made the mistake of assaulting her best friend at her place of work. Granted that place of work is a sex club. But hey sex workers are still people and deserve to be treated with respect not used and abused, okay.

Really, it's a hot button topic for her and she tends to have a hair-trigger on her temper. Plus she looks really good in crimson, just ask Wade. How that Merc with a mouth became one of her ‘besties’ is beyond her. He found her slashing a man to shreds in an old warehouse one night and has followed her around like a lovesick puppy ever since. It was love at first bloodbath for him. 

She doesn't mind him much. She finds him quite funny actually. Plus who is she to judge, she works at a sex club for a living and quenches her blood-lust draining deplorable human beings. They oddly fit together, although try as he might Wade will never actually get in Nyx’ pants. She does allow him to feed his voyeuristic needs though, both of the flesh and blood. Sometimes even at the same time. 

She has that same Merc with a mouth to blame for her snagging the attention of the Avengers. He was hanging around the tower one night, you know checking in on the band of misfits and found himself asleep in one of Clint’s little nests in the vents. They're surprisingly comfy.  Upon waking up he made his way to the exit and happened to somehow fall through the ceiling onto the conference room table while the team was having a meeting. 

“Oh hey guys! Don’t mind me. I was just on my way out.” He says as he dusts himself off.

“Wade what on earth are you doing up there or even here at all for that matter? Don't you have your own hideout or something?” Nat grilled him. 

“Blame bird boy. His nests are comfy.” He shrugs. 

“Damn right they are.” Clint proclaimed. 

“Well we're gonna need ya to get the hell out of here. We have a mission to prep for.” Nat says. 

“Oh really! Who ya goin’ after this time?” Wade turns around to glance at the hologram projection. “Hey, that amount of carnage looks familiar. She really did a number on him. Wonder what he did to deserve it.” 

“She? Wade, do you know who is behind this?” Steve asks.

Knocked out of his daydreaming he answers the good Captain. “Well yeah. That’s my girl Nyx’ handy work. He must have been a truly horrible person for her to rip into him like that. That’s brutal. Even for her. Who’s the guy anyway?”

“Wait, you know this person in real life?” Bucky quanders.

“Mmmhmm. Hot little thing that gets off on blood and mayhem. She works at Sins. Kinda my bestie. I can introduce ya if you want. Even though I’m pretty sure she will maim me for it. She’s not really your biggest fan. Well if you exclude the Viking, Winter and Red of course.”

Nat and Thor smirk as Bucky just shakes his head. 

“You’re telling me that a woman did this and that you are ‘besties’ with her?” Steve, still unsure that a woman could possibly do this, inquires. 

“Righty O Captain Obvious. Do you want to meet her or not because I really should get going if that's not happening.” He climbs back onto the table.

“She works at Sins you say?” Tony pipes up with a grin on his face. “Yeah, even if they don't want to, I need to see this woman for myself. I know what caliber of women Sins employs. She’s got to be gorgeous. I’m curious about if or what she performs. Set it up Checkers.”

“Oooh this is gonna be fun! Meet me there tonight at 10. It’s Thursday so I believe electro play is on the table.” He looks at Thor who is smirking. “Figured you’d like that big guy. Well I’ve wasted enough time. I best be on my way.” And with that he exits the way he came in.

#LUNATIC #avengers x reader #poc reader

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Freddyue headcanons on how they met

They met similarly to the animated shorts but the reason Freddy ended up meeting her was because he got into a pretty nasty fight with a bunch of miramon that overwhelmed him and he was later found unconscious by civilians before the Shadow Decree could locate and retrieve him. Civilians at first weren't sure if they should get him to a veterinarian or a doctor. Eventually they decided to get him to an hospital but because of being an esper and his canid/human anatomy the hospital requested Heng Yue to come help.

Freddy was unconscious until a few minutes later that she arrived and when he woke up he immediately became a problem. He was obviously upset, like someone who got woken up before they wanted to but he didn't actually snap at anyone, he was a problem because he just straight up stood up and tried to leave despite his injuries. Heng Yue was the only esper near and she was forced to MAKE him stay put. Freddy inmediately liked her superficially but what got him hooked was that she somehow managed to make him summit.

Heng Yue scolded him afterwards but it was obvious that he wasn't paying attention at all at to what she was saying but he was only paying attention to her.

He didn't waste time, he inmediately started teasing her a bit, making jokes, trying to play smooth, all of this was met with Heng Yue rolling her eyes and coldly stating that she "isnt interested, and will never be"

Freddy refuses to accept defeat, he often chases after her. He sends her gifts, he tries to get her number and fails miserably, he gets hurt on purpose just so she has to accept seeing him. Freddy does know Heg Yue is from the Union, so when he sends her stuff he does it anonymously, however Heng Yue knows its from him

On the other hand Heng Yue doesnt know Freddy is from the Shadow Decree, she doesnt get very involved with esper matters unless is absolutely necessary and she focuses more on her career as doctor. She thinks Freddy is insufferable but she also finds him amusing at times. She often refers to him as "the dog".

Freddy did extensive research on her, originally he just wanted to know more of her so he could approach her more but he just got more obsessed. However what drove him over the edge was that one time he managed to get an appointment with her and when he was teasing her like he usually does he actually got her to smile a little.

The first time Freddy managed to make her smile his tail started wagging so hard that she noticed it and she giggled at the sight, she apologized and admitted that it was somewhat cute.

Heng Yue does find him physically attractive(at first) thats why she calls him a dog, because thats what he looks like to her. As time passes she start seeing more human traits on him and she starts seeing him differently.

Heng Yue as a doctor and an educated woman had to admit that Freddy intrigued her, animal espers are rare, theres a few in the Union but she has never been able to study them more closely. So after a while of Freddy pestering her she decides he might as well be useful something.

Freddy normally wouldn't accept this from anyone but all he wants is approval and attention from her so he accepts to let her study him. However he's very careful to not let her know he's from the SD because he doesn't wanna ruin all the progress he's made with her.

Heng Yue already knew Freddy was a ball of energy but when she tried to do a checkup on him it really showed as he was incapable of not moving, he was tapping his feet, scratching himself, tapping his claws and he was very talkative.

Heng Yue writes down everything she considers might be important, mostly things about his anatomy. She likes a lot how Freddy's fur bristles when she inspects him.

She already has a bit of experience deducing emotions on animal espers thanks to Drew's infamous ear language so she often checks on Freddy's ears to see how he's doing because he refuses to admit that he might be in pain or if he's uncomfortable. But she has something in her favour and thats that Freddy has a tail, a big bushy tail that gives her all the information she needs.

She likes playing with his tail sometimes and says she's just checking on it.

Freddy sometimes regrets getting this close to her because he doesn't like the idea of being a guinea pig but when he sees her so fascinated by him and how she even points out positive traits about him all his regrets fade, of course he still doesn't like this treatment but he likes it when its her that treats him like this. Still he does tell her that his tail is not a toy.

In between checkups they chat, they talk about fashion, they complain about their day, about a co-worker, they talk about how atrocious x person dressed the other day, they share beauty tips with each other etc. Sometimes Freddy says something that concerns her, she has always been able to tell Freddy isnt someone used to having his wounds treated by anyone and that he isn't exactly very sane.

After sometime Heng Yue starts respecting him more, validating him. Freddy is over the moon when one day Heng Yue proposes they should go get something to eat together after the checkup.

Heng Yue actually keeps his gifts now.

#dislyte #THEM #im having zoomies rn #heng yue dislyte #freddy dislyte