#though Edward probably would have left it at just don't hurt her okay she really likes you if harry hadn't raised the subject first

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So recently I’m going through a breakup. My boyfriend had told me he doesn’t know why but he kinda just “fell out of love with me” and it’s actually heartbreaking. I was wondering if you could write something about Eddie comforting reader over a similar situation.

first off bestie, i am so sorry you're going through this, I'm here if you need anyone and i hope you enjoy this

cw: breakups, jealousy, unhealthy relationships

Eddie received a call full of sniffles and sobs that left his own heart broken, his best friend in the whole world finally broke up with her boyfriend. he says "finally" cause he never liked the guy, something always felt off, and while she's devastated, he's hopeful. which makes him feel bad, so he overcompensates with taking care of her more than normal. even though she never heard his internal thoughts, she'd never know he was glad he was gone...

he shows up at her place with all her favourite snacks and drinks, both alcoholic and not, a joint in his pocket and his arms open wide, waiting for a hug from his favourite person.

she tells him everything he said before he dumped her. he said he hasn't cheated, that's not what this was about, he just found himself falling out of love with her and he didn't want to drag her along anymore. she started to notice when he didn't sleep over anymore, he didn't want to talk on the phone after work. dates were few and far between until they stopped altogether last month. there were clues everywhere that it was coming, she just didn't want to believe it.

she physically shakes while she sobs in his arms, done explaining and just wanting to cry.

"Can I ask something?" Eddie is speaking before he even thinks it over.

"y-yeah," she sniffles

"This is kinda weird, but humour me... okay?"

she sits up with a sniffle, wiping her nose and eyes, "what?"

"Imagine if we lived in a world where you are told your soulmate's full name when you turn 25, you can marry anyone, it doesn't have to be your soulmate... but you get a name in a few years and you know that they're actually the perfect person for you, would that change how hurt you feel right now?"

"um," she tilts her head to the side while she genuinely thinks about it. "I mean, if I found out it was his name... and he didn't love me anymore, yeah?" she's still so sad, genuinely feeling like he was the one for her.

Eddie knew he wasn't.

"but what if it's not his name, there's a 7 billion to 1 chance that it's his name, it's probably not going to be his name," he explains further. "like, what if you got my name? or Gareth?" he throws in another name just to take the pressure off, not ready to get turned down by her with how much he loves her.

"I mean, yeah, I'm still going to be sad?" she looks at him like he's an idiot. "my heart is broken, I gave him everything for years, Edward. he saw me for everything I am and said Nah, I'm good. do you know how much that fucking hurts? I won't just magically be fine because I know someone will love me eventually. I feel unloveable RIGHT NOW?? I don't care about the future."

"I know, I know, I'm sorry," he feels like an absolute idiot. "but you're not... you're not unlovable right now. or back when he was pretending to still love you... I've loved you the whole time."

"Thats different," she doesn't believe him. "we're best friends."

"Because he was your boyfriend the whole time," he admits in a whisper. "that first time we hung out, it's cause I asked you out... I didn't know you had a boyfriend. You told me that day, like 10 minutes in, and I had to just accept we'd be friends and I mean, luckily you became my best friend, but my intention was always to date you."

her eyes go wide, "oh my god... he said you loved me and I didn't believe him, I thought he was just jealous for no reason."

"he was jealous of me?" Eddie can't believe it either.

she nods, "I told him not to be but... I really had no idea, Eddie? I thought you were just sweet on everyone?"

he shakes his head with a small smile building on his face, "nope. just you. it's always been just you."

"don't get me wrong, it still hurts but..." she can't help but smile back a bit, "maybe when it hurts a little less we could go on a real date?"

"I thought you'd never ask," he teases, pulling her back in close to his chest where she finally settles. no longer crying, her chest hurts still, yes, but the butterflies in her stomach make up for it.

maybe she did care a bit about the future, especially if that future was with him.

#ask #eddie munson #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem reader #eddie munson smut #stranger things #eddie munson imagines #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine #stranger things season 4

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 26

Bloodlust/The Christmas Invasion

"Bloodlust"

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: Bestie, why are we out in the woods at night? Do you want to get beheaded? It's apparently how you get beheaded. I'd survive by NOT BEING IN THE WOODS AT NIGHT

Good to see Baby up and running again. Amazing, though, last I saw, Dean beat the absolute shit out of that car after restoring so much of it. Literally how last episode ended...and now it's perfect? Okay.

This...police chief? sheriff? is actually kind of funny because he's knowledgeable about farming stuff, as could very well be important in small town Montana. He's probably wrong to dismiss that there's a supernatural element to these cow mutilations, but that's based on the fact that...this is the show I'm watching.

Hooooo, the boys are RUS-TYYY. Get your stories straight about what news paper you're pretending to be from

Mmmm, so here's the thing. Girl who died in the beginning was a vampire, and I don't know that I could honestly say "I would survive by simply not becoming a vampire." Sure, in OUR world, obviously...but in one where vampires actually exist? Well...

I think this guy following the boys is another hunter, not a vampire. Did I recall that correctly? (I did.)

$20 says the boys didn't leave town and will now save this other hunter. (I love being right)

Hey. I shouldn't be um...this attracted (?) to specifically when Dean was driving that electric saw through the neck of a vampire. But it was kinda hot.

Nah, Dean, you should stop hangin' around this guy. Shitty that this is the only hunter we've met who isn't white. Real shitty that the only hunter we've met who Ellen calls dangerous is a black man. Oof and the some of the lines they give him make it extra gross.

The Cullens never had to put up with this shit. Yeah, these vamps don't have the Volturi after them, but between the Volturi and hunters? I'm not sure which I'd pick. Actually, excise Edward and the Cullens would have just been left alone by the Volturi...the problems started when he decided to start dating Bella. I'm spending too much time talking about Twilight and not Supernatural...

It's not so much a surprise that Dean....no actually, it is kinda a surprise that Dean just slugged Sam right in the face. They've been fighting for....what? a whole season and three episodes? about doing what John wanted. Yeah, it's gotta hurt Dean to hear Sam be so devoted to what John would want them to do when that's ALL Dean ever did while Sam rebelled, but Sam IS right that he can't just fill the John-shaped hole in their hearts and lives with just anyone.

There's a difference between doing the job these guys do and, I dunno, literal torture.

This is such sibling behavior (for good reason). Dean wanting Sam to punch him in the face as a freebie.

Also, I love their heart to hearts over the roof of the Impala

"Been On My Mind...": Nada.

"The Christmas Invasion"

You know. As much of a shock as it was for Rose to see the change in the Doctor, she's now gotta convince Jackie and Mickey that this is (somehow) the same guy, and it's been long enough that I don't remember how.......well, I guess arrival in the TARDIS definitely helps.

Ah hahahaha...it never fails to get a sensible chuckle from me when they ask "Doctor who??"

They put him in some jammies. Adorable.

Most of the time I do feel bad for Mickey, but damn, kid, you really need to move on. You're not endearing yourself to her by dismissing Rose's stories from her travels and then saying "you can rely on me, I don't go around changing my face."

Yeah, girl, forget all the wonderful and terrible things you've experienced VERY RECENTLY on your travels in TIME AND SPACE, including the fact that you HAVE in fact nearly died SEVERAL TIMES. Christmas DEFINITELY supersedes that!

This was not supposed to be an anti-Mickey post, but he's being incredibly unlikable right now. Can't wait for them to break up fr.

I know I'm not going to get the answer from just posting it in here, but...like...are the masks the Santas with the brass instrument flamethrowers wear like a real thing in England? Here, we've got enough dudes who just look enough like Santa that they just grow a beard. Do y'all not have that? Or is this just a construct for the purposes of the show?

Are the regeneration wisps sending out the signals to the attacking aliens?

I forgot it wasn't just the Santas but the actual Christmas tree, too. It's ridiculous and yet still kind of terrifying. I can't imagine acting opposite that.

It's been too long since 2005 and I can't remember if my family was in the...no. We weren't using dial up then...

I'm just gonna say it. Dabi took over an entire country's TV transmissions way better than these aliens.

YEAH, Harriet!! (Considering they don't give the US president a name, you can only assume that they are referencing the president in 2005, and her telling him he's not her boss and he's not turning this into a war. Love this for her)

This part is really, properly terrifying. This is actually worse than the Thanos snap in the mcu. Because even though these people are being mind controlled and their loved ones can kind of tell that's what's happening, they're all going to numerous rooftops. And if Earth doesn't surrender, they'll be forced to jump. Horrifying. 2 billion people just wiped out. wtf.

Why did you send A Positive blood into space? Dude. How does that even make sense?

Hearing that the Queen's Speech is canceled...well, yeah, guess it is. Wait...the whole royal family is on the roof?? I'm obsessed with the predicaments the writers put their characters in.

I want to be mad that tea was the answer to waking up the Doctor, but like.........I can't bring myself to be.

"Oh I'm sorry that's rude. Is that what I am now? Rude and not ginger" God...I do love this show sometimes.

I FORGOT HE STARTS QUOTING "THE CIRCLE OF LIFE" I started laughing so hard my leg cramped up

"This hand," (switches to a bad American accent, but that's probably part of the point of it) "is a fightin' hand!" GOD. these last 20 minutes of the episode are brilliant

Wait...I love that Arthur Dent exists in the Doctor Who universe. The Doctor's met him...what a wonderful small detail that I almost didn't catch.

There's gotta be more than just THOUSANDS of alien species, right? Of varying levels of sentience and consciousness?

Oh, Damn. There's SO. MUCH. that I've forgotten over the years. Well, the "don't you think she looks tired?" line came up much sooner than I remembered. That was absolutely cold. blooded.

And now we get the Doctor playing dress up while Christmas dinner goes on.

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023 #wanna know how many other fandoms i can talk about tonight?

[themalhambird]

@skeleton-richard 

Kate’s family were terrifying. 

The hurt-Kate-and-I’ll-kill-you thing had been sweet when it had been Edmund: Edmund was twelve for fuck’s sake, he was tiny and scowling fiercely just made him look cute. Little brother trying to protect older, way more competent and more to the point grown up sister because that was just what siblings did.

Henry Plantagenet’s threat had been civil enough: one former soldier to another over a pint, a casual “hurt her and I’ll break your arm” and then on to different things. 

On the other hand, Edward had asked to speak with a moment, a serious look on his face and Harry, guessing what was coming, had joked about it- ‘if I hurt her you’ll kill me?’ And Edward had looked him straight in the eyes and said, very calmly. “Oh, I won’t need to kill you. Kate can take care of herself. That being said, there at least twenty seven different places I can think of to hide a body up at The House, and if Kate should ever require it I’ll be more than happy to help her make sure parts of you end up in all of them.”

It left Harry cold. Not so much the threat- though somehow, he knew that Edward meant it and so did Henry. But...they didn’t trust him, to take care of Kate? He wasn’t going to hurt her, he loved her, for fuck’s sake, he’d do anything for her! And now he was sitting in some swanky coffee place that made him squirm, with Richard fucking Plantagenet sitting opposite him and looking like some supermodel, and not talking, and Harry wished he’d just get on with whatever it was he’d asked Harry to come here to be threatened with-

Eventually, Richard put down his coffee with a deliberate chink of china on china. “So, you and Kate are serious, then. You’re moving in with each other?” he asked, as though he didn’t already know that.

“Um. Yes, “ Harry says, squirming some more.

“Well, if you need help.” Richard says, and picks up his coffee again. Henry stares. Was that a complete sentence? If he needed help what? If he needed help with what? What-

“I’m sorry, I’m not very good at this,” Richard said suddenly, putting his coffee back down. “Kate means a lot to me-”

Here it comes, Henry thought

“-and you mean a lot to Kate so I would like to get to know you better but honestly, I socialize better in parties.”

“Er- what?” Harry says, completely wrong footed. Richard looks embarrassed. 

“I just...find it easier. With more people. You can spend two minuets talking to someone, introduce them to someone else, and then slip away to talk to the next person for the next two minuets. All the appearance of engaging without actually having to do it.”

“You find it difficult to talk to people,” Harry said flatly. “You.”

Richard winced. “Ones I don’ t know particularly well, yes. It’s difficult. Getting to know someone through small talk often ends up becoming a stilted series of questions and answers and awkward silences while both parties cast about frantically for something no more than marginally stupid to comment on; I don’t like it. So, you’re moving in with Kate?” he said, with the air of a man casting about frantically for something no more than marginally stupid to comment on, and Harry nodded.

“Yes,” he said. “I’m really exited- Kate is- Kate is amazing, she’s just- she’s so kind, and funny, and smart, and sexy-” he flushed, realising that that last bit probably wasn’t something her cousin wanted to here, but Richard grinned.

“Well naturally,” he said, “She‘s a Plantagenet, we’re all  as hot as hell. You’re in love with her.” he added. “It’s obvious- you lit up when you started talking about her just now.”

“Yeah,” Harry grinned straight back, blushing. “I love her to pieces.”

“Have you told her?” Richard took another sip of her coffee, and Harry frowned.

“Well...I asked her to move in with me. And we hold hands all the time, and we kiss and oh fuck, I haven’t actually said it, have I? I mean....I just sort of assumed...” he twitched, aching to race off and correct his mistake, find Kate and tell her, right now, that he absolutely adored her and he wanted to make her happy every day for the rest of his life. That would probably be rude, though, to leave Richard- and something else crossed his mind. “So are you going to threaten me now?” he asked. “The whole, if you hurt Kate...thing. I had it from Edmund at the start of the week, and then Henry, and Edward yesterday and-”

“If my uncle in Gloucester offered you a large sum of money to never see or speak to Kate again, would you take it?” Richard interrupted.

Harry scowled. “Of course I wouldn’t-”

“Well, I don’t need to threaten you then, do I? You love her, you’re moving in with her, you’re both straight so you won’t get arrested and you can actually get married, if you want-” Richard broke off, and drained the rest of his coffee. “Sorry, that was...we’re more like siblings than cousins, really, Henry, Edward, Kate and I, we get protective. Still, if they’re making the effort of threatening you, it means they like you enough to actually want to stick around. And Kate...you make Kate very happy. She glows when she talks about you, too.”

“Really?”

“Really.” Richard smiled briefly, then stood up. “Anyway, this is it: you’re officially her serious boyfriend. I really would like to get to know you better, but I suppose that will come with time.”

“Yeah,” Harry said. 

“Come with Kate next time we all have coffee,” Richard suggested, as they walked out together. “It would be nice.”

“Sure.” they stopped outside the coffee shop, and looked slightly awkwardly at one another. “Right,” Harry said. “So...”

“So, I am going back to work. That way,” Richard twisted to the left, slightly. 

“Cool. And I am...going to go that way,” Harry said, gesturing in the opposite direction. “Thanks for coffee.”

“Oh, it’s fine. It was- well, anyway. I’ll see you around.” he smiled briefly, turned on his heel, and walked off. Five seconds later, Harry ran after him. 

“I mean it,,” he said. “Thanks. Not, for coffee, particularly, I mean, yes, for coffee, but. What you said. About Kate. And wanting to get to know me better, it. Means a lot. So. Thank you.”

“The worst thing a family can do is be unwelcoming to a partner,” Richard said softly. “It will ruin the relationship, or it will ruin the family, or it will do both. I want my cousin to be happy. You’re important to her, which means you’re important to the rest of us, as well, or you should be. That’s all. Kate’s happiness, with you- it’s the only thing that matters.”

#katespur #Wedding Night verse #awkward Richard and Hotspur boding #or attempting to #Richard is not social he's just very good at faking it #He isn't good with new people #and harry isn't good with new people either which means Richard has very little to work with #death threats #seriously Henry & Edward not necessary #though Edward probably would have left it at just don't hurt her okay she really likes you if harry hadn't raised the subject first

[softest-cinnamon-roll]

"you can be anything you wanna be, don't ever forget it?" for reddie 🥺

thank you so much ashbot! this fic literally only features a reddie mention, but I will continue it if you guys want more! It’s also set from Adrian’s point of view so have that! Also I have basically switched the losers an Adrian/Don’s ages around don’t @ me. 

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Adrian walked into the local diner, texting his boyfriend, Don as he moved. There was a table right in the corner that Adrian always sat in. It was close enough to the door, and right next to a window meaning that if he was to enter an asthma attack, there was a quick escape. As it was a Thursday, there weren’t many people around, which was just how Adiran liked it, and he glanced at the clock. Don would be here any minute and until then, Adrian decided that a little people watching wouldn’t do much harm.

His eyes started by the entrance, scanning over the elderly couple sipping on their tea and nibbling into the scones. Adrian couldn’t help but smile to himself at the simplicity of it all, that after all the years they had probably been together, they still managed to find the time and energy to go out for a treat together. Leaving the couple to it, Adrian’s eyes moved further into the diner, landing on a man in a suit, tapping away on his laptop and talking quietly into a headpiece. He didn’t blame the man, as Thursday was a quiet day.

Finally, Adrian’s eyes drifted to the only other people in the diner at that time. At the table down from him, sat a slightly overweight woman and her young son, probably no older than four. His legs were swinging back and forth as he stared at the carrot sticks in front of him, before his head moved back to the large cabinet full of cakes and sweets. Since they were only a few tables away, Adrian could make out their conversation and he had to hold back a wince. Just from the small bit he could catch, it was clear that this mother was, what he would describe as, an entitled parent.

“Mommy, please can I have a little bit of cake?” The boy asked, his fingers twitching on the table and Adrian felt sorry for the poor kid. His mother gasped, loud enough to turn some heads and she shook her own head violently.

“Eddie bear! How could you even suggest such a thing? You know that you’re allergic to sugar! Do you want your mommy to have to rush you to the hospital and be faced with a huge bill just because you wanted a little piece of cake? I don’t think you do. You don’t want to hurt mommy do you?” Her voice was sickly sweet and condescending, which made Adrian develop the inkling that the kid didn’t actually have a sugar allergy.

Just then, the door to the diner opened, and Don walked in, waving in Adrian’s direction as he made his way over, taking a seat in the booth opposite him, “Hey, sorry for keeping you waiting, traffic was horrendous,” he rolled his eyes and leaned across the table, pecking Adrian on the lips, making him smile.

They were frequent customers at the diner, and all of the staff knew them by name, which was why they didn’t feel the need to hide their affection when they ate there. Of course, there was still the occasional roll of the eyes from the odd customer, but most of them were regulars too, and were used to it by now. So when the deep sigh and loud ‘ahem’ came from behind them, it took both Adrian and Don by surprise.

Adrian looked up first and he inwardly groaned when he came face to face with the entitled mother of the little boy. Upon closer inspection, he realised that he knew this woman, and his annoyance only intensified. Her name was Sonia Kaspbrak and she was a member of his Aunt’s book club, for years in fact. That was his aunt’s reasoning for not kicking her out, as she couldn’t deal with all the backlash that would come with it. She was religious, overbearing and...entitled. Which meant the little boy with her was Eddie Kaspbrak, her poor unfortunate son.

“Yes?” Adrian spoke up, raising an eyebrow. Just out of spite, he reached over and laced his fingers with Don’s. This woman had no control over him and was in no way about to dictate how he acted with his boyfriend. His glare met hers and he just knew he had started a war.

Sonia Kaspbrak glared down at him, her face going a dark red colour, “You shouldn’t be flaunting this around town where little kids can see it. You’re going to turn them into one of you and I will not have you infect my child with your...your illness.” She spat and Don winced across from him.

“We aren’t bothering anyone,” Adrian replied calmly. “It was you who chose to come over here and ruin our lunch. Now if you don’t mind could you leave us alone? We are trying to have a nice lunch.”

Turns out, that was not the right thing to say, and Sonia slammed her hand down on the table, making the two of them jump. “You’re not welcome in this town. You- you homo’s need to leave and get some serious help. You are all sick in the head. God never intended for this, not a chance. You are going to hell.”

Adrian blinked and was about to respond when a small voice came from behind the angry woman, and Eddie Kaspbrak’s head peeked out from behind her legs, eyes wide and curious. “Mommy...what’s a homo?” He asked, looking up at her. “Why are you yelling?”

The gasp that left Sonia’s mouth was one Adrian would never forget and she whipped her head back around, pointing a finger at him. “You- you have corrupted my son! Look what you’ve done!”

“Oh my god lady, this is ridiculous. It’s the 21st Century not the Stone Age,” Adrian rolled his eyes, and knowing that there was no turning back, he turned to face and address Eddie. “Homosexuals, it’s a word for when a man loves another man and wants to be with him. There is nothing wrong with that.”

Suddenly, Sonia screeched and covered Eddie’s ears, “Don’t you dare speak to my son! Don’t you even look at him! You have infected his mind with your words and I deserve some sort of compensation for this! I will be reporting you to the mayor and he will not be happy to know you are corrupting his town!”

“Mommy, does that mean that Richie and I can get married when we’re older?” Eddie asked, pulling away from her and looking back at Adrian. “Richie is my bestest best friend in the whole world. I want to spend time with him all the time and I love him, just like you said! Does that mean I’m a homo- that word you said?” He didn’t manage to get an answer as Sonia wrapped a rough hand around his too small wrist and started to drag him away.

“Edward, you will go sit in the car right now. Do not disobey me and you are never to mention that word ever again!” Sonia screeched and even though she had moved away from the table, Adrian was involved and so he followed her. “As for Richie Tozier, he is a dirty boy, just like those boys and you aren’t to be friends with him anymore.”

Tears filled Eddie’s eyes and Adrian felt his heart break at the sight. He marched forward and stood in Sonia’s line of vision. “Hey lady, you can’t go around calling little kids words like that. You say we’re the ones corrupting society, it’s actually you with your small minded views. You’re the one who needs some serious help.” He turned back around to Eddie and knelt down, ignoring Sonia’s insults. “Hey kid. You can be whatever you wanna be and don’t you forget it. Okay?” He asked, lifting his pinky.

Eddie sniffed and linked their pinkies together, nodding his head with a smile. “I won’t mister! Thank you!” He grinned, only for that smile to vanish as his mother shoved Adrian away and pulled Eddie out of the diner, to the car. It was a few moments until she drove away, leaving dust in her wake. The diner fell silent and the waitress walked over and smiled at him.

“That was a really nice thing you did,” she spoke. “Eddie comes in here with Sonia all the time and he always looks so sad as she won’t let him have any sweets.” She moved over to the table and started cleaning up.

Adrian followed to help and Don joined them shortly after, giving Adrian’s wrist a squeeze. “I heard her say that Eddie was allergic to sugar,” he muttered after a while and the waitress frowned, looking at him. “What?”

She shook her head, “That’s not possible. Before his father died, he would come in here and they would share a banana split. When he comes in with his mother, she always makes him drink black tea, so I sneak a sugar cube in there for taste. He’s definitely not allergic to sugar.”

At the news, Adrian felt his blood boil and he reached into his pocket for his inhaler, taking a few gulps. This woman was lying to her son, making him believe he was sick when he wasn’t. His eyes met Don’s and he could tell that his boyfriend knew exactly what he was thinking.

No matter what, Adrian was going to help Eddie Kaspbrak.

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#adrian mellon #eddie kaspbrak #sonia k #don hagarty #reddie #baby eddie #protective adrian #age change #writing tag

[peeterparkr]

i don't know if you're taking requests and I don't even know if you write for pepperony but maybe Pepper remembering when he assigned the 'Pepper' nickname to her?

I usually don’t take requests because I usually am not able to write them, but this made me so soft. And you caught me in a writing mood,

 I’m sorry it’s really sad :( Pepperony :( 

word count: 1.5k 

Sprinkled. 

Virginia Potts had always been proud of him. It had been from day one that she knew that Tony was going to be both her most overwhelming nightmare and her loveliest of dreams. Anthony Edward Stark. Tony. Tones. It hadn’t come to her plans to fall in love with him. If she had only known she would’ve warned the clumsy and young and redheaded Virginia who had first walked into that office. Not to stop herself, no, she wouldn’t regret it, but a little heads up would’ve been good. 

She remembered it like it had been just yesterday, he was behind his desk looking at some sketches he had on it, he was biting on a pencil and mumbling something to himself. He was wearing an ac-dc t-shirt. He looked so professional, and just as Miss Potts had imagined him to be, not that this was the first time meeting him, but this was the first time really seeing him if that made any sense at all, it did to Virginia. She was feeling unusually nervous, her hands were sweating as she was standing outside his office and watched him from the opened door. She had a matching black skirt with a blazer which she had so neatly chosen in the morning and some black heels, her makeup was subtle, except for the fact she was wearing a bright red lipstick to give her a little bit of confidence. 

Suddenly seeing him so casual made Miss Potts feel self-conscious, maybe she had dressed up too much for the occasion. The red lipstick she was wearing was probably a little bit too obnoxious, she still liked it, however. She took out a handkerchief and cleaned it off, it was too much for the occasion. She had walked up with dignity and waited for Mr Stark to look up. He hadn’t, he was still talking to himself, making Potts uncomfortable, just slightly. 

Miss Potts had been working for a little while in the Stark industries and Tony-Mr. Stark had personally asked for her to be his new assistant. Of course, it was a big deal to her, Howard Stark’s son had personally asked for her. She must have done something right. An almost new secretary being called by the one and only? That was something Virginia wanted and was definitely going to swank. But she was also terrified of this, knowing damn-well that sometimes men in charge liked to take advantage of their said positions. Aldrich Killian had been the perfect example, and she was not willing to deal with any of that crap again. 

Harold Hogan, Stark’s bodyguard and chauffeur, a man she had met minutes before, walked into the office and Virginia moved to the side holding on to her briefcase. 

He grinned at Miss Potts before turning to Mr Stark. He frowned with a chuckle, knowingly. “Tony,” he said. 

Tony, not Anthony, not Stark not even Mr Stark. Tony. The man didn’t look up as Virginia still fidgeted with her briefcase. 

“Just a second, Happy,” he said. “I’m trying to figure out the correct way to say hello to the lady with the pink-kinda red smudged lips here who’s been standing there for 5 minutes without saying a word.” 

Virginia had blushed instantly and regretted cleaning off her lipstick, she cleaned the remaining lipstick with her hand. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to interrupt you.” 

Tony chuckled as he finally looked up and smirked. “But you should have, Miss Potts.” 

“Well, you already know my name,” she smiled, getting back on her confidence. “So, I’m your new-” 

“New assistant, yes,” Tony finished her sentence. “I asked for you, you seem to have potential to help me run the company, you know it better than I do,” he said. 

Harold-Happy raised an eyebrow chuckling. “Oh, she’s running the company?”

 “She’s in charge of me so she basically is,” Tony chortled. “You’re the boss of me, Miss Potts.” 

“May I ask why it was me, Mister. Stark?” Virginia had been dying to ask since she had first heard the news. 

“I asked around, to see who was the most competent in here, and your name always popped up,” Tony grinned. “It’s you, it’s always you.” 

She chuckled. “Well, I’m glad I’m doing okay,” she said. 

He looked up at her. “Virginia sounds too formal, though,” he acknowledged as he looked up at her. “Virg, Gina,” he wrinkled his nose. “Hm, I’ll come up with something. By the way, the red lips look good.” 

Miss Potts grinned. Unbeknownst to her, she wasn’t going to have it easy. But with that, it had started. And suddenly Virginia Potts found herself worrying for a man who didn’t have his head on his head. She was mental, taking care fo Tony was like taking care of a child. Arranging his schedules and having to figure out ways to apologize for him being late. Picking up his dry cleans, and arranging his dates. Making reservations and then cancelling them because, of course, Tones didn’t have the time for them. 

“I like your freckles, Miss Potts,” he said once. “I like your red hair, it’s like they’ve sprinkled pepper all over on you.” 

“They’re waiting out for you, the conference started ten minutes ago,” she reminded him as she looked down at her notes. 

“Give me a break, Pepper Potts,” he grinned. “I like that one, Pepper, Pepper, has a ring to it, doesn’t it?” 

She smiled. “Miss Pepper Potts for you, sir.” 

It stuck.

The job apparently had been an ‘instructions-not-included’ package that Virginia hadn’t had the time to assimilate. It had been a nightmare, honestly, but getting to spend time with Tony-Mr. Stark made it worth it. Even if he was a bit of an idiot sometimes Miss Potts---Pepper knew that she was the one to get a nice side from him. Pepper-- realized that Tony was himself whenever he was around her. 

There was something she learned about him, however. Tony never rested. The man lived on coffee. 

Suddenly she found herself flirting with him, even when it hurt taking out the trash in the morning. It had become a non-pleasant routine that left Pepper heartbroken. Seeing how the thousands of women were flinging by and then she’d be the one to face them, smirk on her face. 

Pepper was the one to stay, she was aware of that. Whatever happened, she’d be the one to stay by his side, even if he didn’t like it. Pepper did whatever an insane woman could do, fall in love with him. But it didn’t matter, because he was in love with her, too. Even if they both tried to hide it, it was obvious. 

And he’d remind her how much he loved those freckles, and she’d be reminded every day that she was just his assistant. Until… she wasn’t anymore. Maybe the distance between their lips had just been unnecessary. 

And it had stayed that way, from when he got kidnapped, to when she stopped having her red-hair. 

He mentioned it. 

“So you’re not sprinkled with pepper anymore, except for your freckles of course,” he commented. “I like it, blonde looks good, Miss Potts, brings up the red lipstick. It’s like light, I like it.” 

And it did look good, so it stayed like that for a while. It has been blonde since. And she had been there for him, too. Every situation. Even if it was just 12% of the situation, or even if she needed a break from him. It was just like that, with Tony she needed to rest because he never did. Tony Stark was an adventure. 

In dark times, that’s when he needed his light. 

“I was never the romantic type, never the hero type, if I told myself a few years ago I’d be here,” he chuckled. “I would probably laugh at myself. But I look back, at everything, and I know it, the motivation to be a better person, the reason why I’ve been kept alive all these years, my coffee in the morning, the pepper sprinkled on my food,” he laughed. “You’re it, Pepper, you’re what’s kept me alive all those years, you’re the reason I’m awake, it’s you, it’s always been you.” 

That’s how he had proposed. They lived, quite a life. With Morgan, and with Tony not being able to sleep at night. But she’d be there, comforting him. Reading books with him, and she was finally resting. But he never did, he never truly did. 

“You can rest now.” And she had kissed his cheek. 

But now, Pepper looked at her blonde hair and she didn’t like it anymore. It had been difficult. Tony was resting, now. Had she failed to keep him awake? It had been the right thing to do. Maybe he had fulfilled his purpose. 

And she’d wear his t-shirts at night whenever she missed him, and she’d hug Morgan tighter. A blonde, sad but proud Pepper Potts. But something seemed off, Pepper Potts wasn’t Pepper Potts without reason. So she dyed it back red as if someone had sprinkled Pepper on her.

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[daikenkki]

MrDonald09: Since Series 22, what new change has annoyed you the MOST??

tttedrawings: Fantasy sequences and the intro/life lessons outro, they just make the episodes shorter, and most of the time aren't really needed at all.

MrDonald09: Ah yes unfortunately you can only have 4 options on Twitter polls, I’m sure the list would be huge if you could have more.

MasonDey1: To me the whole concept of the Steam Team is just pointless.

MrDonald09: Yeah it limits the characters that are used most of the time.

PSideplates: I voted for bouncing since it's closest to the general "kids show" tone that BWBA takes on. It really is like watching a show you put on for your 3 year old so you can leave the room in peace. It hurts to watch. If we were getting the Brenner era where the engines bounced, had ugly details, went worldwide, and got Nia and Rebecca, I'd be miffed but accept it. But BWBA just claims to be TTTE and acts like a generic preschool show. And I don't wanna be in a position where I'm an adult watching a preschool show.

MrDonald09: Agreed. I feel proud to be a fan when I watch classic era and Brenner era, but if it was like BWBA throughout the whole show I can tell you I would not be supporting it now.

TCKRangeltoon: I blame Chuggington.

PSideplates: I don't. Chuggington ended before they came up with BWBA. If anything, Chuggington made the market for train toys/shows competitive which forced HiT to make good Thomas products, well toys anyway.

ronniethe14xx: Honestly, disagree with the point it's the most general kids show tone. Travelling seems to be the new hip and cool thing to do in kids shows, I'd argue that makes it slightly worse then the bouncing because it's clear Thomas only jumped on that trend to be "hip".

JovanniChavez11: Faster pace and Thomas losing his identity. I don’t mind Thomas going on a trip but that wasn’t the way to handle it.

MrDonald09: Yes. IMO it should have stopped after the BWBA special, I think it should have only been a special.

Bostonthomasfan: Don’t really mind the bouncing but it can be over done at times. For around the world? I wish there were more episodes on Sodor and less around the world. Like 18-8 would be good.

MikeArc31375512: The bouncing. Loathe it with a passion.

ThomasTVNostal1: The thing I hate is constant arguing over opinions.Some people have been told to fuck themselves for disliking an episode of BWBA that the majority of the fandom likes and vice versa. This is unacceptable. As a fandom, we're a team and we help each other out.

ChillerB3: The forced feminism with Nia, Rebecca and the newer Steam Team really rubbed me the wrong way, more than hyper bouncing and worldwide shit did.

MrDonald09: Same, especially how the majority of the audience really doesn’t care about that, having more females, great! but don’t mess with many people’s childhood to make SJWs and toxic feminists happy cuz I guarantee you the people who wanted this change probably don’t even like the show.

ryanburges4472: I didn't read properly and the real thing since Series 22 that has annoyed me the most is the bouncing. I've been more bothered about the steam team without Henry (Just Henry). I'm happy with Edward sleeping at Wellsworth.

MrDonald09: Yeah, I completely agree honestly i’m not mad that Edward isn’t in the Steam Team anymore. It's Henry that annoys me the most.

ryanburges4472: I know! Gordon and James sleeping at Tidmouth without Henry. Edward is best at Wellsworth because he has a branch line which stars from Wellsworth.

CoolCar161: Henry and Edward stopped appearing as much anyway. They haven’t been good characters since series 4, even in the Brenner era they had little to no appearances due to writer's block. Rivets is a nice little detail that makes them seem more real, Thomas always wanted to see the world and the bouncing is hardly that bad.

TheBlueE21: Thomas' world tour. It's so inconsistent. Doesn't tie into the movie that hyped it up, never explains why or for how long Thomas is in each country, 1 ep he's in China, then Brazil etc then Sodor eps act as though he never left due to always being there. Plus most sets aren't great.

halfbakedhex8: For the record, I voted the 'rivets' option because the inclusion of the new detailing runs so counter to what the show is now, that trying to inflict reality onto the now-very-unreal engines feels very confused as to what the show is trying to achieve.

BluebellThEngin: The "bouncing" doesn't bother me much at first, but as time went on, it starts to get a little out of control and it kinda bugs me. I don't have a problem with the added details like the rivets, but they do look a little too big. Shrink them in size and they'll be okay. I'm mixed on Thomas travelling around the world if I'm being honest. The new Steam Team is what bugs me the most out of all of these options. I never liked it to begin with (minus my child self). It makes the other characters look useless. What I love about the Classic Series is we got lots of stories about almost each and every single one of them it makes the series interesting. But with the Steam Team, not only does it focus on the main characters so much, but it also brings them out of character. Especially if it's for the sake of the plots.

fan_ttte: The New Steam Team with Nia and Rebecca is what I don’t like most. I don’t mind the bouncing or rivets, Thomas going worldwide is okay. I don't know, I just feel like it would’ve been better if Nia and Rebecca did join, but also keep the others, for some interesting interactions and episodes.

islandofodor: If Thomas hadn’t gone worldwide, we’d probably still be in the Brenner era. Granted, it’d still be a slight step down but the international episodes barely take advantage of the different setting and opt to use generic plotlines that we’ve already seen on Sodor.

thesaddletank18: Bouncing, rivets and worldwide idea are bad but the new Steam Team is just....why was this done to the show?

Jacob34335638: I liked the new details, I’m mixed on the New Steam Team, and Thomas travelling the world. But the bouncing is what pisses me off the most, it literally makes the show look like Chuggington. The bouncing was at it’s worst in Journey Beyond Sodor and Thomas’ Magical Birthday Wishes.

TWR_Douglas_10: ALL OF THE ABOVE!!!!!!!

DFox1203: Is everything an option?

TheWinnerGuyCJP: Voted worldwide cuz it makes Thomas completely out of character.

SoupyGunzilla: I think a lot of the stories suffer from the shorter time. A lot of them could be better if they had more time.

kofi_milky: The bouncing, more sing alongs, replacing Edward and Henry with Nia and Rebecca. Even Thomas going worldwide. When the Rev. W. Awdry said "Here is your friend Thomas the Tank Engine. He wanted to come out of his station yard and see the world", the world that's he meant is Sodor.

sodordaily: Choosing New Steam Team because I miss the old SO MUCH!

peter_sam_no4: I think for me the bouncing as it’s so unrealistic . A 1 ton lump of metal can not swing all over the place like it has no weight.

Growlithemaste1: I hate the bouncing the most, but the rest are all useless too.

sixteen_dnw: Worst is the New Steam Team, then worldwide, then rivets, and then bouncing. TBH it doesn’t bother me too much.

BearsFlush: It annoys me that Thomas travels the world, as they remove chapters that might be focus on Sodor, and the locations and some engines are not represented correctly on the railroad.

VacentTest: I’m fine with the New Steam Team changing Edward and Henry out for Nia and Rebecca, I’ve always supported it in the beginning because increased feminism is good. Thomas going worldwide, that didn’t annoy me cause I was interested in that, the rivets is minor and nothing to worry about. But the bouncing, annoyed me the most at first but I’m used to it.

SnatchyBoi: The bouncing and the New Steam Team.

GWREngine: The New Steam Team is the most annoying change. It feels like Mattel doesn't care how special Edward, Henry, and Toby are. Plus we don't need to have more than 1 female main character. Emily being the only girl used to make her special. With Nia and Rebecca around, she isn't special anymore.

TurnTable2002: Chris Renshaw's music really annoys me.

MichaelfromNZ1: Bouncing, worldwide and New Steam Team. They represent how far Thomas has fallen since Mattel fully took over.

ArmchairRailway: New Steam Team.

TI4MGP: This is probably the hardest time I’ve had deciding on one of your polls lol. I went with the Steam Team though, but bouncing comes in a REALLY REALLY close second. The other two are less but equal with each other.

jack_bench: TBH, I'm fine with all of them? But I chose bouncing because the rivets are neat, world-tour - while it makes no sense - has a valuable goal (and is kinda fun), and the Steam Team really needed more female representation which we got with two positive role models in Nia and Rebecca. Bouncing is unnecessary, but not horrendous.

Holycro1Michael: Everything!

JosefSnowBall: Rivets was something I actually liked seeing on some engines. Bouncing is something I’m OK with, it’s kind of grown on me. New Steam Team sucks because it gets rid of the 2 best engines, Edward and Henry, and Thomas worldwide sounded like a bad idea to begin with.

TheThomasFan: Probably Thomas going worldwide . The animation is shit and it’s all just recoloured.

TheUnluckyTug: The new Steam Team. I think I'd be a little more accepting of BWBA if Edward and Henry weren't so transparently and obviously thrown to the side and treated as if they don't exist. It was like the biggest "fuck you" to fans ever.

MrDonald09: Yeah, not to mention Nia and Rebecca have such generic personalities they can barely hold a unique episode nowadays. I can understand Edward staying at Wellsworth but they did Henry DIRTY by slapping him at Vicarstown so he can focus on his Mainland duties yet not do any episode focused on this new job.

SteamEn83954980: Ok so ignoring Emily, it was a perfect 1-7 number of characters and now it's just 1, 18, 22, 4, 5, 6 and 12. Like I know it's minor but that fact gets under my skin.

DBlue02: I voted for the bouncing, but yeah, I kinda have to agree with Simon Martin’s opinion on the Steam Team concept, it’s long since overstayed its welcome. I’d prefer a nice balance of the main and side characters getting their share of the spotlight, like in the classic seasons.

TFan512: What if Edward, Henry, Nia and Rebecca were all part of the main cast.

[raven-black102]

New Moon (Major Jasper X Scarlet Witch! Reader)

Chapter 7: The Move and Baby magic

(Y/n)'s POV

A small groan escaped my lips as I saw Jasper packing stuff up. After what happened at Bella's birthday party he was hurt tell I told him I was pragnet. "Good morning love." I rasped out as I saw him smile slightly. "Good morning beautiful." He said as he pecked my lips.

"I got our things ready." He said as I look at him in the eyes. "Where are we going?" I asked softly getting lost in his eyes. "Anywhere you want." He said as I pulles him on top of me. "Anywhere." I mumbled softly as he looks down my lips. Then his gently pressed his lips on mine.

I smiled as I wrapped my arms around his neck deepening the kiss. "God I love you so much." Jasper said as he started to kiss down my neck. "Nya." I moan softly as I run my fingers through his hair slightly tugging it.

"Mmhmm." Jasper hummed as he kissed down my neck to my stomach causing me to giggle. "I can feel his emotions." Jasper mumbled as he placed his ear against my stomach and wrapped his arms around my waist causing me to arch my back a bit.

"His? You sure its not a girl?" I asked him as I run my figures through his hair. Jasper smiled playfully then tensed up as we heard a 'snap' causing us to look and see Alice smiling at us. "You guys look so adorable with each other." Alice said happily causing me to chuckle as (S/n) popped his head out behind her.

"You ready to go (S/n)?" I asked as I notice Jasper wasn't gonna let me go. "Yeah!" He yelled as he jumped on the bed and sat next to Jasper. "Move daddy I want to feel!" (S/n) yelled causing Jasper and Alice to laugh as (S/n) gently pressed him hand on my stomach.

"It's just one month (S/n). Just four more month then you'll be able to feel them move around." I told him as Jasper sat up and got our things. "I'll be right back." He said as he kissed my cheek and (S/n) head. "Ever since you came. I've never seen him so happy." Alice said when Jasper left causing me to look up at her.

"He was always in pain. Trying not to kill anyone in school." She said as she sat next to me. "Now he has you, (S/n), and a baby on the way." Alice smiled causing me to hug her. "And if it wasn't you helping me with (S/n) I don't think I would be able to make it." I said softly as (S/n) grabbed his teddy bear from inside the closet.

Then Alice look down sadly as I smiled at her kindly. "But you lost Adam in the process." Alice said sadly causing me to sigh. "I know. But he wouldn't want me or (S/n) to be sad because of him. He probably would be happy that I found Jasper." I said sadly thinking of my past lover.

"Are you ever gonna tell Jasper?" Alice asked causing me to shrug my shoulder. "Maybe. When he asked or when the time comes. (S/n) only knows half of the story about his real father." I said as I saw (S/n) hugging his stuff teddy bear that Adam made him.

"Wasn't that a gift Adam gave you?" Alice asked causing me to smile slightly. "Yeah. You should have seen his face when I told him I was have (S/n). It was the same look Jasper had." I said as my bottom lip started to quiver. "I think the hormones are kick in." Alice said as Jasper came in.

"(Y/n)? Why are you cry? Are you hurt?!" Jasper asked quickly as a small sob escaped my lips. "No I'm fine." I smiled whipping my tears away. "Its just one of her mood swings. Its very rare for her to have them so don't be surprised when she's not acting like herself." Alice told Jasper as he nod his head.

Time Skip

Its already been four month since we've moved from Florks. At first I didn't really know why we moved until I saw the looks of pain in Edwards eyes. "How stupid can you be?!" I yelled at Edward since it was just the two of us. "It's the only way to protect her." Edward said as I glared at him.

"You do realize she could be in danger? Victoria and Laurent are out there probably looking for her." I said as he looks down. "You left her once. Now your just gonna let her go again?" I asked him as tears rolled down my cheeks. "(Y/n). Its not that easy." He said causing me to pin him down with my Scarlet wrisp.

"You don't know anything about me!" I yelled at him as he groans in pain. "I've lost my ex lover before I had (S/n)." I sob as I let him go and clasped on my knees. "He died protecting me." I cried as everything started to shake.

"(Y/n)?" Edward said as he crouch down next to me. I gasped as I calmed myself down causing the shaking to stop. "It was the baby." Edward said looking around as I took notice the objects around the room was floating now going back to where they were.

"Its trying to protect you." Edward frown as he read the baby's mind. "Everything's okay love." I hummed pressing my hand gently on my swollen belly. "Can you tell if its a boy or girl?" I asked as he helped my up and sat me down on the couch.

"No. But its thoughts are. Strange." Edward mumbled then stood up as we heard the door open. "(Y/n)." Major said causing me eyes to widen as he sees Edward being close to me. "Major! Edward was just trying to see if the baby is a boy or girl!" I said happily knowing it would effect him.

"Anything?" Major smiled as Edward walks away to his room. "Nope. Just that the baby's thoughts are strange." I said frowning a bit as Major place his hand on my belly. "It won't be the first though since (S/n) thoughts was the same way." I mumbled as I placed my hand on his cheek.

"It's nothing for you or Jasper to worry about." I said pecking his lips causing him to smile at me softly. "(Y/n). Are you ready for your check up?" Carlisle asked causing me to smile at him. "Of course." I said happily as Major helped me up.

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[banshee-cheekbones]

I don't know if you're willing to write it but there aren't enough babitha fics out there and most of them are fully smut, not that that's a problem but.... prompt? barbara, who is now trying to be honest with tabitha so they'll be okay again, decides to tell her about solomon grundy and tabs sees that she's really changed so surprisingly chooses her? (please it'd make me so happy to actually see some emotional babitha content)

just in time for femslash february + femslash february celebrates black women! here’s some introspection set in a canon divergent version of season 4. contains past Tabitha/Butch and some brief mentions of Edward/Oswald.

~2200 words. on ao3 here. 

rev·e·nant, ˈrevəˌnäN,-nənt, noun: a person who has returned, especially supposedly from the dead. 

For once, it isn’t raining in Gotham.

From her spot in the shallow window seat of her bedroom, Tabitha can actually take in the view without it being obstructed by fog or swathes of rain pouring from the sky. Not that the view is really that exciting; the place Barbara has chosen to set up shop in isn’t exactly the most renowned area of Gotham. The streetlights are flickering intermittently or burned out altogether, the storefronts across the street are marred by bright streaks of colorful graffiti, and even the cars parked alongside the curbs look old and tired, like they might simply fall apart if someone gave them a hard kick.

Still, while it certainly isn’t the most inspiring landscape in the world, she has to admit that it is still far and away better than the depressing vista that her old rundown apartment, the place her and Selina had used as a base of operations, had looked out upon.

Shifting into a slightly more comfortable position, the glow from the crackling flames burning in the fireplace on the other side of the room dancing along her hand, she takes another sip of her wine. It tastes as expensive as the glass it’s in feels. Both of them serve as testament to how profitable Barbara’s new business venture has been, even though it’s still in its early days.

Part of Tabitha wants to simply squeeze the glass until it crunches and shatters, punctures her hand and makes blood run down her wrist. The other part of her, the part of her that remembers so well the feeling of cheap plastic cups and pitted, scarred coffee mugs that Selina brought home from a dumpster somewhere, wants to simply savor the extravagance, wants to enjoy it for as long as it lasts. After all, it’s bound to end eventually, come crashing down, no matter how hard they work to keep things together; everything else Tabitha has held dear has fallen apart since she followed her brother to this ugly, grime-streaked city.

The only thing guaranteed to remain constant in Gotham is the dreary sky and the omnipresent threat of rain.

Someone knocks quietly on her door, and she turns her head just in time to see it smoothly open, without a creak or groan to be heard. Although her hair is still severe, bleached nearly white and pin straight, Barbara has changed into a black silken robe, which is cinched tight at her narrow waist and nearly reaches the floor. She has a glass of wine to match Tabitha’s in one hand and an envelope in the other, and she doesn’t cross the threshold even though, technically, this is her space more so than it’s Tabitha’s.

“May I come in?” she asks, and only when Tabitha nods does she step inside. The orange glow from the fire flickers across her pale face as she crosses the room, bare feet nearly silent on the floorboards. She pauses in front of the window seat, and Tabitha brings her knees towards her chest so that there’s just enough room for Barbara to sit down. Even in that position, the window seat is small enough that her toes are still brushing against Barbara’s robe, the fabric cool and slippery against her bare skin, so unlike the leather and latex that Tabitha prefers.

It feels… intimate, being this close again. It feels like they should be back in Theo’s penthouse, looking down at the spires and towers of Gotham’s skyscrapers, like they should be laughing together in between kissing and plotting their takeover of the city.

The phantom scent of burning, electrified flesh momentarily wafts through the air, and Tabitha takes another sip of wine to try to clear her head.

Barbara doesn’t say anything. She remains still, one leg drawn up onto the window seat, knee nearly touching the glass of the window, the other stretched out towards the floor. She takes careful sips of her wine, and her fingers tighten and loosen around the envelope in her other hand. The crunching of the material as she squeezes it eventually starts to grate on Tabitha’s ears, and she clears her throat.

“What do you want?” she asks. There’s no way this is just a social visit, no way that Barbara just wants to see how she’s settling in. Perhaps she would have believed that if this was the old Barbara, the one that Tabitha was, momentarily, happy with, but she doesn’t believe that this new woman, this revenant seated before her, is that kind of person. She may say that she’s trying to turn over a new leaf, may have offered up her own hand as recompense for what happened to Tabitha’s, but that doesn’t mean she trusts her yet.

They’re still on shaky ground.

Tabitha isn’t sure if they’ll ever settle again, and perhaps that’s a good thing. The last time she became too complicit, she lost Butch, and she had to electrocute Barbara.

That’s not something she wants to particularly relive anytime soon.

For a few more moments, Barbara remains silent. Her gaze remains turned towards the window, and with half of her face in shadow and the other half bathed by the flicker of the fire, it’s easy for Tabitha to see Barbara as she’d been so long ago, when they’d first met, when Barbara had been fresh out of Arkham Asylum, so full of potential but so undeveloped, so lost.

Given the choice, if Tabitha could back to that time, she thinks it may have been better if they’d simply left Barbara there to wither away.

“Look,” Barbara finally says after she’s finished off her glass of wine and placed it in the tiny space between her hip and the window, “I know you don’t believe me. I know that you think I’m lying about trying to be… better, this time around.”

“Can you really blame me?” Tabitha retorts. A hint of a smile appears on Barbara’s thin lips, and she shakes her head.

“No. But if this is going to work, if we’re going to regain our rightful places on top of this city, we need to do it together. And we can’t do that if we’re continually lying to each other.”

“It might be hard to convince Selina to stop lying.” Barbara laughs and, momentarily, her face actually softens. It’s almost enough for Tabitha to forget about all the reasons that working with Barbara again is a bad idea.

Almost.

“That girl is something else. But I’ll worry about her later. For now…” Trailing off, she opens the envelope and slides out a handful of photographs. The actual pictures are still facing towards her chest; all Tabitha can see is the white backing. Letting the envelope drop to the floor, Barbara keeps a careful grip on the pictures, and she flicks her eyes up to Tabitha’s. She looks almost unsure, nervous, and Tabitha finds herself subtly inching her fingers towards her calf, where she still has a knife tucked into a holster that’s currently hidden by her leggings.

Before she can reach the handle, Barbara sighs and passes her the photographs.

“I have a source in the Narrows who took these for me,” she says, leaning back against the window seat once the pictures are in Tabitha’s hands. “She gave them to me a week ago. I nearly threw them in the fire, but… well, policy of honesty and all that. Besides, you were bound to find out eventually.”

Tabitha hears Barbara’s last words, but they don’t completely register in her head. She’s too busy staring at the subject of the pictures, too busy trying to comprehend what exactly she’s looking at, what this means and how it could be.

Apparently, her life is just destined to be full of revenants.

Everything about him is gray now; his hair, his skin, the circles under his eyes. There are dark ropy veins, almost black in color, visible on his exposed arms and barrel shaped chest, and he’s holding a severed arm in one hand, blood still spurting from the end, spattered across his face and the wrestling ring he’s standing in.

But even though he looks different, and even though she doesn’t understand why he would be in this setting, or what the deal with the arm is, it’s still Butch, and he’s still alive.

(Maybe. Reanimated, at the very least.)

“What is this?” she finally asks as she flicks through the pictures. They’re all fairly similar, apparently taken moments apart from each other. Curling her fingers around the edges and looking back up at Barbara, she continues, “Did you have anything to do with this?”

“Absolutely not,” Barbara snaps, eyes going bright with anger. “I had more pressing things to worry about than bringing your ex-boyfriend back to life.” She sounds almost hurt, and for a few seconds, Tabitha almost apologizes.

She manages to swallow it back. They both have plenty that they probably need to apologize for, but she’s not going to say she’s sorry about Butch. She’s not going to apologize for being happy, even if it was only for a fleeting time.

“Look,” Barbara continues after sighing deeply. “He’s going by the name Solomon Grundy now. And apparently Nygma is operating as his handler.”

Tabitha’s hand twitches, and she automatically reaches for her wrist, runs her thumb over the scar that encircles it. She’d heard tell that the twitchy maggot had managed to defrost himself and run away from The Iceberg Lounge, but then word had been quiet, and she’d been hopeful that he’d died somehow, that maybe Oswald had caught back up to him and dumped him in the river, offed him for good this time.

But to know that, not only is he alive, but that he has his hands on Butch again, may have even played a part in turning him into the thing in the photographs, makes her hands itch to curl around his throat and strangle the life out of him.

“What are they doing down there?” she asks, tearing her eyes away from the pictures. After a moment of consideration, she passes them back to Barbara, who carefully stashes them back in the envelope. Giving them up is difficult, but she doesn’t want to spend the rest of the evening staring at them until her anger chokes her.

“Fighting, so far as I can tell,” Barbara answers, tucking the envelope beside her empty wine glass. “Nygma’s using him to make money hand over fist. Nothing more sinister than that, apparently.”

“For now,” Tabitha responds, leaning her head back against the window sill and closing her eyes. It’s Gotham; it’s only a matter of time before things get more complicated than just a mere money-making scheme. It’s only a matter of time before Penguin gets involved, and if there’s one thing she doesn’t want to get involved in again, it’s a lovers’ quarrel between him and Nygma.

But the thought of Butch possibly being trapped inside this monster, this creature of violence, makes her long for revenge.

“For now,” Barbara repeats. Her hand drops to Tabitha’s knee, and Tabitha opens her eyes, glances down at it. Barbara’s fingernails are painted black, and even though Tabitha knows that her hands are capable of great violence, of eliciting enormous amounts of pain, she can’t help but notice how slim her fingers are, how pale and smooth her skin is.

No scars. At least not on that part of her body.

“I’m sorry,” Barbara says quietly. She doesn’t explain what for; she just lets the words hang there, between them, like it’s up to Tabitha to decide how deep the apology goes. She doesn’t want to give Barbara more credit than she’s due, doesn’t want to inscribe meaning to her words that doesn’t actually exist, but she believes that Barbara is sorry for something. She may be a great actress, but she’s not the best, and Tabitha doesn’t think there’s any way she could fake the softness in her eyes, the way her mouth is slightly open, slack, not pulled tight in a smirk or frown for once.

She remembers falling in love with a Barbara that occasionally looked like this, once upon a time. It’d only been one part of that Barbara, one portion alongside the chaos and the inventiveness and the sheer lust for violence and life, but it’d been a part of her nonetheless.

Idly, even though the image of Butch looking fresh from a grave is still forefront in her mind, Tabitha wonders if, despite everything they’ve done to each other, she could fall for this new Barbara.

“It’s fine,” she answers and, sighing deeply, she reaches out and drops her hand onto Barbara’s, feels the points of Barbara’s knuckles press up into her palm. “I’m glad I found out this way.”

From you is unspoken, but she presumes that Barbara hears it all the same.

“I’m trying,” Barbara says with the barest hint of a smile as she flips her hand around and slides her fingers back slightly, until they slot between Tabitha’s. “I promise I am.”

Tabitha believes her.

Things might end up being different in the light of day, when they go back to business, when they return to plotting their return to the throne but here, in the glow of the fire, in the quietness of her bedroom, as she squeezes Barbara’s hand tightly. Tabitha believes her.

#femslash february #ffcbw #femslash february celebrates black women #babitha #barbara x tabitha #mine #mine: fic #barbaratabitha #i hope you're still around nonny!! #sorry this took a hot minute to get to!

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Songsword - Why you don't let a lab rat cook alone

Summary: Mira and Jason work on a school project together.

Note: This pairing is the same as Fallen Angel, this is just me playing around with things that I can’t in FA. This will be more violent and darker than FA, but you don’t have to read that for this. The AU I’m playing with is one I was playing with in a marvel setting. Instead of her falling in with a certain crew out of NYC, Mira’s dropped into Gotham, but still falling for the bad boys it seems…

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“Sure there aren’t others who would want to work with you?”  She was still hiding partially behind the guitar body, which on closer inspection, Jason could see the little etchings on the body.  Cacti and foxes, a combo that fit her Texan accent. He couldn’t help but smile a little at that, even if her pale skin screamed a child that probably spent way too much time inside.  

"Not really, look, I’d understand if you don’t want a partner, just thought that it would help both of us.”

She shook her head.  “No, it’s okay. I just thought that I was an annoyance in class, it’s why the others didn’t want me in their groups.”

-- A year later --

Jason watched the new girl as she sat in the empty music room, sitting in the windowsill, the guitar in her lap.  He had seen the twelve year old around school the last few weeks, she was smart, and despite the bullies starting in on her, she managed to not let them get under her skin.

It was part of the reason he kept an eye on her, to make sure she didn’t get into too much trouble, after all, this wasn’t a small town.  

“Well I guess you left me with some feathers in my hand Did it make it any easier to leave me where I stand? I guess there might not be too many who would stand beside you now Where'd you come from? Where am I going? Why'd you leave me 'till I'm only good for...“

-- Angels of the silences - Counting Crows - Recovering the Satellites

Her voice was soft as she sang the words, playing on the guitar that was in her lap.  He now knew why the chorus girls wished she would join the choir, she had a great voice, even if the music wasn’t something he’d normally listen to.  It was far too soft, he preferred a bit of a beat.

She was so focused on what she was doing, she didn’t realize she had an audience, Jason had moved into the room, and two other students had taken his place at the door.  Jason at least waited until she was done before speaking. He didn’t want to distract the artist after all. “I was wondering where you disappeared to for lunch.”

The petite pale girl with the silvery blonde hair yelped hugging the black guitar closer to her.  “I, I asked and the teacher said it was okay.” She blushed a little hiding behind the guitar, as if ashamed to be caught there. seeing him, then the two at the door she wanted to hide behind her guitar.  She didn’t think that she was good enough for more than her teacher to hear her, even though somehow there were the rumors she could sing flying around.

Jason knew part of the skittishness of the girl was the fact she was the smallest in most of their classes, and the quietest, though hearing her speak, he was already wishing she spoke more.  The accent was adorable.

Jason smiled.  “Easy, I was just looking for you because I was hoping the offer was still holding up.  You know for the lab partner in science?” His grades had been slipping a little, though he could blame it on having to skip school a lot lately to take care of his mother.  Though the group assignment would boost his grade if he could find a partner.

“Sure there aren’t others who would want to work with you?”  She was still hiding partially behind the guitar body, which on closer inspection, Jason could see the little etchings on the body.  Cacti and foxes, a combo that fit her Texan accent. He couldn’t help but smile a little at that, even if her pale skin screamed a child that probably spent way too much time inside.  

"Not really, look, I’d understand if you don’t want a partner, just thought that it would help both of us.”

She shook her head.  “No, it’s okay. I just thought that I was an annoyance in class, it’s why the others didn’t want me in their groups.”

Jason frowned at that, the kid was younger, but she had proven she was just as tough as any of the other kids in their class.  “I think they’re just jealous because you’re smarter than they are.” He stepped into the room and she bit her lip a moment. “You think we can start on it tonight?”

“I have time before Dad gets off work.  Should we meet somewhere in town?”

“Think we can meet at the library?”  It was a safe place at least. Jason knew it wasn’t far from more protected areas f town, places where she’d be safe.  Last thing he wanted was to suggest his place, never knew if his mom was having a bad day, and keeping her from Crime Alley would be a good idea, probably earn him bonus points with her cop father.

“Sure, four thirty okay?  I have a class after school, my aunt got me into them and I don’t want to disappoint her.  Will also give me time to drop Luce here off at the apartment.”

“Your guitar has a name?”  He smiled at that.

She nodded.  “Lucifer,” She responded.  “Because of reasons.” Her free hand went up to the necklace she wore, a small white gold cross with a crystal.  Jason noticed there was a pair of rings hanging on the same chain, wedding band and engagement ring, she was far too young to be married.

“I’m sorry.”  He looked away, the ring had to belong to her mother, they were too small for a man.

She let go of the cross.  “You don’t have to be. The man that took her, isn’t going to hurt anyone else, Papa made sure of it.”  She looked down, she stopped herself from saying more as the bell rank to let the kids know they had to get to class.  “Four thirty at the library, right?”

Jason nodded.  “I’ll be there.”  He watched as she started to put the guitar away.  The tidbit she had let slip, made him think about his own mother, she wasn’t always the best, but at least she was still there.

Waiting for you All my sins... I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming

Jason wasn’t expecting Mira as she was dressed.  Her pale hair was twisted up held in place with a purple ribbon.  She was dressed in leggings and a leotard, over which she was wearing a baggy purple hoodie.  He had been waiting outside and had seen her get out of a fancy black car.

“Aunt June really, it’ll be fine, Papa said he’d pick me up, and really, we’re two blocks from where he works, I can walk there.”  She smiled hefting her backpack from the seat floor.

“I just worry dear.  Oh, is that your classmate?”  The woman was probably about fifty, and was looking past her as Jason stood from the steps, feeling a little underdressed in jeans and a red tee with his black hoodie.  

Mira was looking at him and turned to the car nodding.  “He’s in a few classes. Now, don’t you have to get to the restaurant?  I think you were saying something about your cook making a mess of the menu?”  She smiled. “I’ll be fine.”

Jason had managed to walk up to them.  “Mira, you didn’t tell me you were June Edwards niece.”  He only knew the woman’s face because his mother had worked there for about a week.  It had been on good days, and the place had just opened. “Mom raves about how good the food is there.”  He added.

“Aunt June’s been teaching me how to cook too.  But, yes, I don’t want everyone at school to know okay?  They’d hound me for some of the deserts.”

June laughed at that.  “Right, I need to get going.  Remind your father to stop by this weekend okay?  And, if you want to bring your friend along, I’m sure the more the merrier.”

Mira blushed as she drove away.

“Do I want to know?”

“She’s having a get together with her high society associates, and wants me there.  I told her I’d go if we finish our school project.” She looked at him. “It’s okay if you don’t want to go, the party is Saturday.”

“I, don’t even have a suit.”

That had her giggle.  “It would be all adults, and boring, so if you’re okay with me using you as an excuse to not go I’d appreciate it.  Will even throw in lunch on Saturday. That is if you don’t mind pizza. I don’t cook that day, Papa just orders fast food, it’s been our tradition since I was four.”

“You’re inviting me over?”

“The project is due monday, may as well build what we need to at one house.  Unless you want me to go to yours?”

He shook his head.  “No, that’s okay.” He smiled.  “Let’s see what we’ll have to do in the first place.”

She nodded walking with him into the library.  As she walked she tugged the ribbon out of her hair.  

“It looked cute.”

“Makes me look like a little kid.  Aunt June agreed to me picking lessons as long as they were something dignified.  I may have cheated a little, true, it’s kind of dancing, but fencing is a bit more than ballet with swords.”  

He chuckled at that.  “So you’re a musician who doesn’t like dancing?”

“I don’t like the ballet, it’s a little boring for me.  Momma liked the ballet though, I went to them for her, now…”  She shook her head. “Doesn’t matter, we’re here for our science class right?”

“Right.”  He nodded.  “Any ideas?”

“Not a volcano, I made one of those with Papa for fourth grade.  Maybe, something more technical. I could see if we can borrow some tools from the crime lab if we need to.”

Jason balked at that.  “How about we see what we can do without police involvement.”

“Don’t like the police?”

He shook his head.  “I’ve gotten into trouble a few times.”  He’d leave it at that. The fact he hadn’t done time in juvie was proof that he could at least lie his way out of a situation if needed.

“I don’t care for most of them here, little shady, though Papa’s good, and his boss is cool.”  She smirked. “So, what do you want to do?”

“How about something kitchen related?”

“Then we need cookbooks.  Aunt June could help too if we need it.  Though I’m not bad in a kitchen on my own.  At least if it’s something we don’t need an oven for.”  She bit her lip a little.

“So, how about something sweet?”

“Candy?”

“We can do different sugar solutions see which makes crystals better?”

Mira stuffed the ribbon into her pocket, her pale hair cascading over her shoulders.  “Each solution a different color, we’d need to figure out how much sugar to use, it would be cutting it close for the assignment.”  She thought a moment. “Might be a little too close, since most would take a little longer than two weeks. She wants some results in a week.”

“So, something else?”  He agreed, the two kept their conversation low as they found the cookbooks.  

Every night these silhouettes appear above my head Little angels of the silences that climb into my bed and whisper Every time I fall asleep Every time I dream "Did you come? Would you lie? Why'd you leave us 'till we're only good for...

Hank found Jason and Mira in a back corner of the library.  Both had books open, taking notes from them and talking quietly.  As soon as Jay noticed Hank there he sat up a little straighter.

Mira turned smiling.  “Hi Papa,” She realized the windows they were near were dark.  “Oh, we’re late aren’t we?”

Hank smiled nodding.  “It’s okay sweetie, you and your friend get work done?”

“Yes sir.”  Jason admitted.  “We also have a shopping list, we just need the time to go get everything.”

“Well, let me take a look at it when we get home okay Princess,” He held out his hand to Jason.  “Please, you’re a schoolmate of Mir’s. Call me Hank.”

Jason looked at him, the man’s face was hard, but not in the angry way most of the cops he had dealt with had been, it was more weathered.  His eyes though, he had kind eyes, either he didn’t know Jason’s past, which he hadn’t told Mira any of, most of the people that knew him kept their mouths shut about that, or he just didn’t care.

“Seems weird to be calling you that sir.”

“Then Detective Greason works if you have to be formal.  You have a ride?”

Jason shook his head.  “I only live a few blocks away, I can walk.”

“Nonsense, I’ll take you home, gives me a chance to see what kind of people my daughter hangs out with.”

Mira blushed at that.  “Dad, it’s okay, we’ll have to work on our project on Saturday. unless you really want to go to Aunt June’s party.”

“Ugh, no way.  Those high society things she throws have terrible food.  Besides it’s pizza night. You like pizza?”

Jason nodded.  

“Good, then I’ll order three, with all the toppings.  Hot wings too.”

Mira was grinning at that.  “Spicier the better. Though no where here has them as good as Carlos’ back home.”

Waiting for you" All my sins... I said that I would pay for them if I could come back to you All my innocence is wasted on the dead and dreaming

Jason leaned back on the couch.  Hank had put on a movie until the game came on.  Jason was actually enjoying the movie, even though Mira had rolled her eyes, apparently she had seen it a few times.  

“You like football boy?”  Hank asked as Mira walked off.  

“It’s okay,” Jason wondered if this was some kind of family thing.  Though wasn’t like anything he had experienced before.

“Darn, was hoping you could tell me how good the Knights are during the game.  Guess we can both figure it out eh?” Hank knew the Knights were playing a team out of Pennsylvania and were down a field goal.  Mira had gone into the kitchen to check on their experiment. They were making five identical looking cakes, and were going to ask the students in class to taste test them, one was done perfectly, one had too much sugar, one too much salt, and the other two had different flavors, white chocolate and jalapeno pepper.  They were going to see how color played into how people perceived food as well as why proper ingredients were key.

Though Mira had made some of the batter into cupcakes for herself, Jason, and her dad, just so that they knew they wouldn’t be poisoning anyone in class.  

"I looked you up kid.  I don’t mind you hanging out with Mira, but I want to ask you to not drag her into anything you’re into okay?”

Hank’s words had him look over at the man.  “Sir?”

“Your juvie record’s worse than mine was at your age, but I get it.  This town.” He gave a small grin. “And I mean it, you get her involved and I won’t go easy on you.”

Jason glanced back where Mira was humming softly to herself as she pulled out the things she needed for frosting.  

“She’s helping me keep my grades up,” He turned back to Hank.  “I’ll do what I can to keep her out of trouble.”

“Then go help her with the frosting while I call for dinner.”  The smiling jovial look was back with the man.

Jason found he didn’t want to risk seeing how the threat was.  So far, Hank had been nice, better than any of the other cops he had met.  And he hadn’t told him to leave yet. Jason figured it might be better to have a friend in uniform than all the enemies he had.  

“Papa, where did you put the food coloring?  We need this frosting to be blood red.”

“Isn’t that a little bright?”

“Well brown wouldn’t look as good, and Aunt June made us sugar glass bottles to put on it.  If we’re going to scare people with this, may as well go over the top.”

Hank laughed.  “Not sure if I like the idea of you putting bottles on your cakes.  Why don’t we save that for Halloween.”

“But Papa, that’s no fun.  I wanted to watch Mrs Ekert faint.”  

Jason actually laughed at her pout.  “And people think I’m the one to watch out for.  You might actually be more scary, wrapped up in that innocent cute look of yours.”

“Well, you vetoed us hiding a freeze dried spider in one of the cakes.”

“Because that sounds disgusting.”  

She giggled.  “Yeah, but can you see the look on the face of that neanderthal they have as our starting quarterback on the junior varsity team.  He’d deserve it after tripping me the other day.”

“Remind me to never get you mad at me.  You might give some of the local lunatics ideas.”  Jason grinned though, it would be a little funny to watch some of the jocks in their class squirm some.  

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