#I’m not sure what Jane is doing with all these boys following her around but good for her

[alwaysahiccupandastrid]

Some things I’ve noticed on my second viewing of “Five Nights at Freddy’s” (2023)

(Some of these are obvious, don’t @ me, I’m autistic and I had work the day I first watched the film so my brain was all over the place)

Once again, SPOILERS ARE UNDER THE CUT, PLEASE DONT READ IF YOU ARE AVOIDING SPOILERS!!!!

On my first viewing I thought that showing the security guard at the very start loosening the bolts of the chair straps was a fake out to make us believe he’d escape, but actually he loosened the bolts which is how Mike was able to escape later on

Just want to say that the opening credits are fucking cool and I love them so much

In my previous post about things in the FNAF movie, I incorrectly said there was no Golden Freddy - Golden Freddy is in fact in the film, he’s the one who goes to the house/kills Aunt Jane/is in the taxi

Following on from the above point, I said last time that I thought the cupcake was the fifth ghost child but I actually think it’s Golden Freddy to be honest - the blonde girl was obviously Chica, the boy with the bunny ears was Bonnie, the ginger boy was Foxy, and then there was the blonde boy and another boy with a top hat on. I originally thought that the blonde boy who wore the brown shirt was Freddy because he seemed like the leader, but now I’m wondering if the boy with the top hat was Freddy and the leader boy was in fact Golden Freddy (given his blonde hair)? I’m interested to hear what everyone else thinks

This is obvious but the doctor foreshadowed the ending because she told Mike that drawings are powerful tools for children to express things and understand things, and that’s exactly how Abby communicated to the gang at the end that Afton was responsible for their deaths

^side note but as an early years practitioner at a nursery/for preschool children, it’s actually true that pictures are used to help children learn things even before they can read, write or talk. I don’t know, it just interested me to be like “oh yeah that’s true!!”

There was not that much focus on Mike’s dad, like he was seen so briefly compared to his mom, which makes me wonder if there’s something to it that might be revealed in a future film. Like maybe his “dad” isn’t his dad or something? Because in the game canon, William is his father, so… I don’t know. I also saw someone else point out that in the training video Mike watched, there was a man working on the animatronics who maybe looked like the actor playing Mike’s dad, so maybe his dad worked there with the animatronics?

The film appears to be set in 2000; I’m 90% sure the security cam of Mike in the careers office showed the date as being in 2000, but if someone else can clarify or confirm the exact date then that would be great. It would make sense though because Garret presumably went missing around the same time as the ghost kids (in the 80s), so the film being set in the present day (meaning Mike would be in his 50s) would make zero sense. Also the mobile phones/computers all seem like they come from the early 2000s

Someone on Twitter pointed out that one of Abby’s drawings on her wall appeared to be a red airplane, which could just be an indication/foreshadowing of her knowledge of Garret’s disappearance (his toy airplane) but also someone else said it could have been 9/11 which….?!?! If this film is set in 2000, then that’s FUCKED

(I think it’s either a random drawing or to do with Garret’s toy tbh but the idea of her having foresight of 9/11 is fucking horrifying)

I’m still not totally sure which animatronic the gang were going to force Abby into, like it’s one with spring locks and at first I thought it might be Circus Baby but it doesn’t really look like her. It looks almost like a marionette or something? And I mean, yeah, it could be that they changed the design a bit but they literally stayed faithful to the designs of all the animatronics in the series so… you know.

Desperate to know if Matthew Lillard is aware of the fact that his DILF status has been multiplied by one hundred after this film like can someone check in on him and see if he’s alright? 💀 the FNAF girlies fans are frankly RABID about Afton

On that note, I wonder if Josh Hutcherson or Matthew Lillard have ever played any FNAF games, like were they fans before being cast or…? I really wish we could have content of them talking about the film or promoting it, but Hollywood refuses to pay their actors fairly so 🤷‍♀️

Listen, I ADORE both Josh and Matthew anyway but in this film I feel like Matthew especially stood out??? Maybe it’s just the character he’s playing but he ATE this role up (so did Josh but still)

I feel like the springlock scene was actually more terrifying upon a second viewing like at my first one I was like “that’s not as bad as I imagined” but this time I was like “holy shit he’s in agony” like his screams were PAINFUL to listen to

Speaking of painful to listen to, Freddy gave this really guttural and pained roar/scream at one point during the ending and it really made my heart hurt, it’s like the child inside of him was reliving the memory of their murder or something??? I can’t describe it but it was such an intense moment

I honest to god feel like I enjoyed it more on a second viewing and I don’t know why??? Maybe it’s just because the other people in my cinema weren’t laughing every five minutes but still.

I now have the urge to rewatch ALL of Markiplier’s playthroughs of ALL the FNAF games so… yep!

Once again begging for people to talk about FNAF because I’m not the most knowledgable on the series but I do enjoy it!

#fnaf #five nights at freddy’s #fnaf movie #fnaf movie spoilers #freddy fazbear #bonnie the bunny #chica the chicken #foxy the fox #springtrap #mike schmidt #abby schmidt #william afton #matthew lillard #josh hutcherson

[rkivepetals]

Navigator

When your gothic vampire boyfriend gets a revenge on a boy who harassed you. But, he needs a navigator.

Pairing: vampire!jungkook x female!reader

Rating: 13+

Genre: vampire au!, gore, a bit of fluff.

Wc: 1.7k

Warnings: blood, gore, gross bloody stuff, harassment, really bad pick up lines. (Tell me if I should add more)

༉‧₊˚🕯️🖤❀༉‧₊˚.

I sip blood through the wine glass as the scenes replayed in my head. The crying face of y/n too vivid to my liking, disturbing my nerves. A boy harassed her, continuously, outside the supermarket for two weeks. I sip the last bit and put it away, walking to our bedroom. “Babe?” I softly knock.

After a few seconds, she opened the door, she stared at me and smiled weakly. “I’m fine.” She faintly whispered. I hold her face and kiss her forehead. “You sure?” She nod, she’s lying, obviously, she isn’t fine at all. Things has gotten too far today thank god one of her friends was there to get rid of that boy. I exhaled and caressed her face, “you don’t have to fake anything.”

I say, fondly looking at her as she leans in and place her head on my chest, y/n knows I’m not one of her. Very well. But pretends she doesn’t. I don’t ask anymore questions and caressed her back soothingly. “You’re always so cold, jungkook.” She whispered as I slightly smile and kiss her head, “I need to go somewhere.” I say as she slowly looks up at me.

“Really?” She asks, puppy eyed, I kiss her forehead again and nod. “I really, need to go somewhere. I’ll be back in a few, hmm?” She sighs and nods, pulling away. “Jane is gonna come, right?” I reassure as she nods. “She’s on her way, said we’d have a girls night.” I smile, “alright then, I won’t disturb you, but I’m coming back around in an hour yeah, babe?”

She finally smiled shyly and nodded, “she’s alright with you in the moment, kook. Don’t worry,” I smiled, “rest a bit, you looked tired,” she nods and suppressed a yawn. “I’m going to sleep a bit anyway,” I take my Coat, “that’s better. Take care.” She smiled shin as I kiss her hand and leave our house, wearing my coat. Exiting my bungalow, I called someone, walking to my car.

“Give me the damn address.” I mutter,

“Woah, mama. Calm down. I see you a bit enraged yeah? Keep your calm here’s the address.” The feminine voice spoke as I connect it to my car.

If you don’t know, every ten decades, we get a manager who talks to us through letters and phones. Mines a bit different, she likes testing my patience. “Hey, I feel you a lil booozy are ya?!” She laughs, “nope.” I sternly say and stop my car. “Are you sure?” I want to reassure, “actually, you might just wanna go and see it. Hmm?”

I roll my eyes and walked out and inside the club. “I hate clubs.” I mutter, more to myself. “I love them, they got some good stuff in there.” She cackles as I inhaled. Yes, I’m pretending as if I’m talking to someone inside a club. “Hey, hottie! Wassup?!” One of then girls said to as I politely apologised and walked quicker. “You don’t like getting laid, do ya?”

She speaks again, “go, will you shut up for a second? I’ve a girlfriend obviously I don’t like getting laid.” I like to call her go, because I always want her to just go away. She snorts, “girlfriend this girlfriend that! You’re obsessed with her, aren’t you?” “Stop asking me questions. That’s my work.” I could feel her roll her eyes, “yeah yeah whatever suits your arrogance.”

“What floor?” I asked,

“Third, handsome.”

I rolled my eyes and walked further in the third floor, “yeah that one. He messed with your girlfriend.” She says as I go towards him, adding a white powdery to his drink sat on the bar table. “Torture or murder, choose one quick!” Go said, that guy took the drink as I smiled, “both.” She clicks her tongue, “perfect!”

The guy who harassed y/n stumbles on thin air. He actually had a few friends as well, “that gang is mixed within. Don’t forget them, baby.” I stared at them, deadly in the eye. “Stop Flirting with me.” “Fiiine.”

The guy followed me, like a lost puppy. His friends followed after him, he was liek a zombie. And he thought I was his prey, but he is the prey. “He’s following you. I guess I should just go, yeah?” I sighed, “no. I need some more help. Tell me the address of a nearest abided basement.” She hums in thoughts, “actually I’ve one. Follow my instructions.”

And I followed her instructions, ignoring all the extremely bad pick up lines. “Her it is, mama. Have fun.” She says with a slow giggle as I tie all three of them onto the chair. “Now hang up.” I said and throw my phone aside, “what?! Me and hang up? Nope, nada. I want to see the audio video both, love.” I flared my nose and fix my screw driving machine.

“Ooh yes, we love holes.” She cheered as I exhaled and went to the first one, slapping his face as his eyes opened and he looked at me. “Who are you?” I load my machine and screwed his ear. He screamed in pain, blood splattered on me as I smiled. “It feels good to hunt a human down.” I say as I hear go laughing, “I cheer!”

I hear clapping noises as I continue it on his another ear. His eyes started to bleed because his insides is a mess, a very bad bad mess. “What’s the next aim, Mon amour?” “Rib cage.” I say and holed his right chest and then his heart. “You really do love your girlfriend a lot, don’t you, jeon?” I Inhaled, “you wouldn’t even think of, that much.”

She awed, “that’s so cute, I wish I had a vamp that desperate for me too. But clearly not in this life!” She complains midst the noisy screw driver. “Lick that blood and tell me if it’s worth eating.” She orders, “not in this life. I would want every belongings of this man to be vanished, go.” “Oooooh, that’s sounds hella fun.”

She says as I breathe and stop for a moment, wiping my face and seeing myslef all stained. “How would I go home now?” I muttered, “but your girlfriend knows who you are! She’s a normie and you’re a vampire.” I hummed, getting back to work. “Yeah, nut she pretends she doesn’t.” “Uh-oh. Why?”

I bit my lower lip and push the screw more, “don’t know.” I say and smile as it rotates. “It’s liek a mutual understanding, ye?” I flared my nose at the fresh blood smell, “kinda.” “Bravo, she sounds sexy.” I scoff, “you won’t believe me when I say she is much more than being sexy, huh?!” She clears her throat, “quit it jeon I don’t want to hear your sex stories.”

I scoff, “I thought navs had an obsession with these?” I tease, “no we don’t. I’m one of a kind, appreciate me. Love me. Choose me.” I rolled my eyes and spray the gasoline. “Shut the fuck up weirdo.” I mutter as she laughs loudly. “Use your owl lighter, it’s hot.” She says as I put back my owl lighter and use my eagle one. “You’re such a dick.”

She says, “I’m proud to be one.” I say and throw the lighter as the flames rose and burned the three Musketeers who messed with my girlfriend. I took my phone, “now hang up.” I say, no, if we purposely contact our navigators we can’t hang up, only they can. “Why? Am I not so fun?”

“No.”

“Rude.”

“Yes.”

“I’ve a surprise for you at your house.”

I lower my brows, sitting inside my car, “what? Is y/n horny?”

She scoffed, “you’re always horny.”

I make a disapproving noise, “yes, because I’m a vampire. We tend to get more horny and needy compared to humans, and you clearly don’t know how much I control myself to not look like a dick always asking for sex and control my fangs to not scratch her thighs.”

She goes silent for a moment, “bravo. You’re a cool one.” She uninterestedly complimented.

I exhaled, nearing my bungalow. “Now hang up.”

“Why so hurry? Let me just get to your prize, jeon.”

Prize, what prize. I park and went inside, “y/n will either break up with me or call the cops,” go hums, “none of them.” I went inside to see the Same darkness inside the house I left with. “She must be sleeping.” I muttered, “she’s not. Look around closely, jeon.” I looked around to see my gaming room lit.

“Gaming mood suddenly?” I mutter and walked closer.

“Uh-huh. Just open the door and see the surprise.” I did, “surprise!” Y/n turned to me with neatly folded legs and a neat smile. My phone slipped, smile replaced as I stare at her with lowered brows and unbelievable clarity. “You’re the nav?” She smiled, “obviously I am.”

Her face lit under the neon pink lights, “what the fuck.” Was all I could say. “You faked yourself? You knew me since my birth? Who are you?” I fold my hands on my chest. No, navs don’t usually exists, tehyre just a voice. And now I’m worried. “Jeon, c’mon be serious take a wild guess. The ongoing beef, honey!” She teased liek a criminal, “you’re a witch.”

She mikes, “bravo!”

I scoffed, “why did you do this?”

She shrugged, “I like to play with bloodsucking, officious creatures.”

I fumed, “are you gonna leave me?”

“Yep. I’m taking off.” She blew a kiss.

“This is my hundredth heartbreak.” She stops and laughs af me,

“Shall I created a century, don’t I?”

She proceeded to walk past me but I held her wrist, “we can stay together. You and me, forgottinf all the outcast culture, y/n.” She turned to look at my face, done, pissed. “Don’t even think about it, jeon. I just wanted a release last summer but you stuck to me like a buzzy bee queen around her honey nectar. Never happening.” She announces and took her leave.

I exhale, I scream. “God, I hate witches!”

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[dollywony]

unfair - m.w/j.h

pairing: mike x reader & one-sided jane x reader

summary: the crumbled polaroid on the ground revealed the truth and some feelings.

a/n: aahh im so sorry for not updating!!! school and life has been so draining :( ive gotten so rusty with writing so i hope this isn’t horrible 😕

warnings: cheating, cursing, angst.

wc: 1k

It was 3:27 am. Who was ringing your door like a fucking mad man?

Grumbling, you got yourself up and pushed it open. To your sudden satisfaction, it was your boyfriend, Mike.

Widening your eyes, you questioned the lanky boy who had been standing out in the rain, fully drenched. That wasn’t the only thing that stood out to you though.

His eyes, bloodshot red while his nose was a furious shade of vermillion.

“Mike, what are you doing here?” You asked, as you ushered him into your house.

Sniffling he followed you in. Ushering off to get a towel for him, he held your wrist firmly.

Giving him a look of confusion and worry, he began to speak, not before immediately crying.

Not caring if you got wet, you pulled him into a hug and tried your best to comfort him. Whispering “it’s okay” and “you know I’m here” repeatedly into his shivering figure.

A few minutes went by before Mike spoke up.

“Y/n-“ Mike choked up, bursting into tears once again.

“Mike? What is it?”

You were met with no reply, the sounds of Mike’s sobs echoing through your ears again.

“Y/n, I’m so sorry.” Mike finally let out, slowly letting his head hang low.

What exactly was he sorry for? You were sure he had done nothing wrong from what you knew.

“Sorry about what?”

Wordlessly, Mike fished something out of his pocket. A crushed up polaroid hit the ground.

Picking said polaroid up, your look of confusion turned into a fury of different emotions. It was at a party of some sort you guessed. Mike was against the walls, arms wrapped around some girl while hers were upon his chest, making out.

You were silent.

Nothing ran through your head. You tried to convince yourself that he was just caught off guard, maybe even set up but no. The look on Mike's face gave it away. It wasn’t like he was surprised, no. He looked like himself.

The image looked normal. Well, minus the fact that your boyfriend was making out with another girl.

He had done the one thing he had promised he would never have done.

Cheat on you.

Mike turned his head away, trying to somehow shove his shame away. Trying to somehow ignore the scene upon him. Trying to somehow, somehow believe this all is a nightmare come alive.

Mike's pleads and apologies haven’t even made it through your ears. They all seemed like empty, useless words.

Feeling the warm sensation of your tears streaking your pained face, you think of how minutes earlier you were wiping away the tears of who you believed loved you.

You bring your hand up as an attempt to wipe your tears away. They were useless, the ugly sobs stuck in your throat erupting and making you a mess. Your knees grew weak and gave up on you.

Tossing the polaroid to god knows where, you just cry. You just fucking cry.

It felt like hours, but when you look up to distinguish the time, only five minutes had gone by. Five minutes of the two of you crying had gone by.

“Mike, please leave.” Your voice comes out croaky. You were surprised that you could compose a sentence without breaking down again.

“Y/n-“

“Mike.”

Mike's face contorts from frustration to helplessness. But, he accepts your decision. He knew the mental message you sent him. The message that you couldn’t say right now. Not verbally.

Mike wants to fight with you, at least to try and get you back but he knows he’s lost.

He’s lost you.

Shamefully, Mike picks the tear stained polaroid and shoves it in his back pocket and heads for the front door.

“You know Y/n. I really still love you. I really fucking do.”

The sound of your door clicking had released the new streams of tears you tried so hard to push back.

Words couldn’t explain how you felt. You felt a mixture of multiple emotions. The feeling of nausea came to you, though you felt no need to regurgitate.

Through the door, Mike can hear your muffled, anguished sobs. He can hear the low whimpers you let out. He can practically feel the emotions radiating off you through the door.

Walking back to the black vehicle, he slams the door shut.

“You didn’t have to make me do that, you know.” Mike grumbles to his friend.

“Y/n had a right to know.” Jane scoffs.

“But you could have kept it a secret!” Mike exclaimed with frustration.

Mike was right. Jane could have kept it a secret but she didn’t.

She loved you too much.

“Y/n’s my best friend. I’m doing what’s best for her and you.”

“And I thought we agreed it would be for the best if she didn’t know?”

Staying silent, Jane doesn’t say anything. Sure, she agreed at first once seeing the unknown female in his bed but she didn't understand.

Why did you choose Mike?

Why not her?

Why was it Mike out of all people?

Jane had probably loved you the moment you guys became friends. Your bubbly personality, your smile, the way your eyes light up at the mention of cherries and penguins.

She loved you so much but why was it Mike that had won your frail, delicate heart over?

Jane knew she was selfish. She knew she was selfish for making Mike tell Y/n about his scandalous behavior but she didn’t care. She knew Y/n would take it horribly but she couldn’t hold the lies in any longer.

“Shut up Mike, it was your fault anyways.” Jane grumbles as she starts to drive to the Wheelers residence.

Even though as hard as Jane tried to ignore it, she knew that deep down Mike was Y/n’s and Y/n was Mike’s. No matter what happened. At the end of the day either one of you would run back.

And she fucking hated it.

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[whatamesswehavemade]

I Want My Boyfriend Back- Eddie Munson x Reader

Pairings: Eddie x female!reader

Request: No, but I am taking requests :)

Word count: 2149 (I let it get away from me, sorry!)

Summary: Eddie has been distant and you have felt alone. You confront him after tireless nights of crying, feeling like you’re losing your boyfriend. 

Warnings: cursing, crying, allusions to sex–– but all fluff nonetheless.

“Why are boys dumb?” Max throws herself onto your bed with a huff. El follows her.

“I ask myself the same question every day,” you reply, finishing applying your concealer–– the bags under your eyes a deep, puffy purple that needed to be covered up in order to look stronger. You turn to the two girls and cross your arms. “But guess what–– while they can be stupid as shit, we can be crazy as shit. Let’s go.”

Max and El jump to their feet. You grab your keys and head out, hearing the girls’ footsteps behind you.

Lucas had stood Max up on two different dates this week: one due to “basketball practice”–– which she later found out was him hanging with the jocks–– and the second one was to be with Hellfire Club dweebs.

Mike had stood El up–– she was visiting from California, and instead of spending time with his girlfriend, he’s been working on a campaign with the same dweebs.

And you? Your boyfriend stood you up every day for the past three weeks, complaining about his band or getting this game started for the boys. Your boyfriend was the dumbass leading these dweebs: Eddie.

You pulled up outside Gareth’s house, knowing this would be where they’d be playing tonight. All of the boys’ bikes laying across the grass–– incriminating evidence.

You turn around from the driver’s seat and look at the girls. Their eyes were glued to the house, a mixture of anger and nervousness washing over their faces. “Stay behind me and look like the badass, bitchin’ women you are.”

“Bitchin’,” replied El with a smirk.

You walk up the steps of the house. You’ve been here before with Eddie, watching his band practice. Gareth’s mom likes you, so this part is no problem.

Rapting your knuckles gently on the door frame, you put on your best fake smile and wait for his mother to show up. The calm before the storm, you think, making sure the boys won't see this coming.

The door opens to Gareth’s middle-aged, adorable little mother. “Oh, Y/N! How are you, dear? And who are these adorable girls with you?”

“Hi! I’m good! This is Jane and Max,” you gesture to the girls behind you, both of them waving timidly. “We’re here to see the boys. Are they downstairs?”

Before she could answer, you hear the boys all yell and cheer. His mother looks at you with a laugh, “I guess they answered your question, sweetie.” She steps away and lets you three in. 

She hands you a plate of her freshly baked cookies in the process. “Could you take this down to them? You girls are more than welcome to help yourselves as well! I have another batch in the oven.”

You gladly take the plate in your hands as El reaches up and grabs one off the plate, Max following. You knew she wasn’t lying about that second batch; the entire house smells of warm chocolate chip cookies.

The three boys didn’t deserve these niceties.

You lead the girls to the basement door, opening it slowly, not to bring attention. The smell of gym socks wafting over you, taking over the pleasant baked-goods smell. You roll your eyes and start down the stairs–– inevitably, the steps creaking.

“Mom, I said not to come down here!” the boys quiet at your footsteps, and Gareth sounds annoyed. You smile and turn your head to the girls. Jeez, they looked excited. That’s my girls.

When you come into view of the boys, you see Eddie gulp. Max is behind you, and Lucas looks worried. But no one seems as scared shitless as Mike when El comes into view. 

“W-what are you girls doing here?” Eddie clears his throat as he stares at you, anger and fear washing over his expression. 

You don’t get a chance to say anything. El speaks up, “Mike. We’re leaving. Now.”

She looks pissed. He doesn’t even argue. He glances at Eddie but quickly gets up and walks over to El.

They start up the steps. “Wait, don’t you need a ride?”

“No. We’ll walk.” El shrugs and grabs Mike’s hand, and goes up the steps. You smile and look over at Max, who is staring at Lucas.

“Lucas, we’re leaving too.”

“But we’re in the middle of this campaign! Max, just let us finish and––” 

“Nope, we’re leaving. Now. Unless you don’t want a girlfriend anymore.”

With that, he quickly gets up, ducking his head to hide the embarrassment, and leaves swiftly with Max. “We’re good too. No ride.”

That leaves you and Eddie. You’re clutching the plate but smiling at his annoyed look. “You happy, Y/N? You’ve ripped apart our campaign. Now we have to be done for the night. This sets us back a week now!”

Dustin gets up from where he’s seated and approaches you. This was the only member of Hellfire you were somewhat scared of–– his ego was bigger than his little body. He’s never gone off on you, but he definitely holds his ground against Steve, all his little friends, and even Eddie–– no one talks back to Eddie but you and Dustin.

But, he smiles at you, grabs the plate from your hands, and takes a huge bite of a cookie. “That sucks. I was hoping to move further tonight, but whatever. Y/N, will drive me home?”

You smile down at him and ruffle his hat. “Sure, but that also depends if you’re chill with a car ride with a pissed-off Eddie.”

Dustin looks at Eddie, who is scowling at you. He looks back up at you, “Sure, just take me home first before all the yelling starts.”

“What about my van here?”

“You can get it later, right, Gareth?” you snap, but then look at his friend, who just looks scared.

“Yeah, that’s fine. No problem, Y/N.” It makes you smile at how most of Eddie’s friends are scared of you. Eddie may be their club leader, but they all know what you say truly goes.

“Eddie, let’s go.” He stares at you as if he’s not going to follow, but he sighs and slowly gets to his feet. He follows behind you and Dustin–– who is still holding the plate of cookies, probably on his fifth one already. You say bye to Gareth’s mom in the sweetest tone you can and head out with the boys.

“Shotgun!” Dustin yells, running to your car and getting in the front seat.

“No, dipshit, back seat. This is my girlfriend’s car,” Eddie barks.

You turn and put your hand on his chest, stopping him in his tracks. “No, no, he sits in front. You’re the dipshit that’s sitting in the back. Unless you’d rather not see me again.” You poke harshly at his chest. He rolls his eyes and gently bats your hand away, walking towards the car and sliding into the back.

The car ride is silent between you and Eddie but loud with false excitement between you and Dustin. You love entertaining Dustin, even when in a bad mood. He’s one of the only boys you actually can put up with. Hmm, maybe we both have the same ego.

Once Dustin is dropped off, you drive down the street a bit before Eddie pipes up, “So my place or yours? I know my uncle is outta town. And your mom is still outta town too, right? So we have all of the privacy we want.”

You break hard, making him hit his face against your seat, and put your car in park. He’s rubbing his forehead as you turn around and look at him. “You think you’re getting laid, Munson? Are you fucking kidding me?”

His eyes turn lust-filled. “Isn’t this what all of this is about? That I haven't been paying enough attention to you?” He reaches for your arm, rubbing his hand slowly up and down your skin.

“Yeah, not enough attention, but not in a sex way. In a ‘I want to see my fucking boyfriend because I haven’t seen him in three fucking weeks, and I-I just want my boyfriend back’ kinda w-way.” You turn back before he can see the tears well in your eyes, but you know your cracking voice gave you away. You drive off again towards your house. 

Funny that I asked the girls to be badasses when I can’t.

Eddie’s eyes were glued to your review mirror, trying to get you to make eye contact with him. He looked to be pleading with you through just his eyes. He knew you weren’t in the mood for talking, so he sat silent, listening to your heavy breathing that you tried to calm.

You pull into your driveway, shut the car off, and slam your door, Eddie trying to keep up behind you. Once inside your house, Eddie grabs your hand, making you turn to him. You look at him, annoyed and waiting for him to speak. But he was waiting for you as well.

“Ugh, never mind,” you try to pull your hand away, but his grip tightens. You feel defeated. You feel stupid. I don’t own him, I shouldn’t make him see me weekly. Maybe I’m not enough for him.

You start crying, raising your free hand to wipe away the tears, but they kept coming. Eddie pulls you into a hug, letting you sob into his Hellfire shirt. 

He strokes the back of your head. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I know I’ve been distant. I should’ve called. I should’ve stopped by. I should’ve been here. I don’t know where my head has been. I’ve been so invested in this campaign, I haven’t made time for us. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He takes this time to look around your living room, seeing it’s a mess of dishes, take out, clothes, and blankets. 

Your mom keeps the house pristine, and that had rubbed off on you. Most times you’re in his trailer, you’re cleaning it. He always begs you to stop, but you hate filth. He thinks about when you had said your mom had left. You had nudged him about it, that you two could be completely alone–– you’d have the house to yourself for six weeks, the first time your mom had ever left you that long. You had been alone for half the time she’s been gone and Eddie hasn’t even come over once to at least watch a movie with you or even stay the night.

“Shit, babe. I’m so sorry.” His arms tighten around you, and he starts crying as well.

You whisper into his soaked shirt, “I’ve missed you. I’ve felt like you don’t care, and I’ve just missed you.”

He pulls you back so he can look into your eyes. “Of course I care about you. Of course I do.” He wipes his thumb under your eyes, picking up your tears. He lets go of you and shrugs out of his jean jacket. He wraps it around your shoulders and guides you to a clean spot on the couch–– the one spot you’ve been sitting in for the past three weeks. “I’m gonna make it up to you, princess. Stay here.”

You watch him as he walks over to the lighswitch, flipping the living room lights on. It’s the brightest it’s been since your mom left. You watch him as he disappears into the kitchen and it back within seconds with a trash bag. He starts picking up your mess. You feel hot, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He looks up and catches your look. 

He smiles, “Babe, you always do it for me. I’m taking care of you now.” You smile, realzing everything is OK again.

“When you’re done, do you wanna go to Family Video and pick up a movie?” you ask, timidly.

“And annoy Harrington? Fuck yeah. You get to pick the movie babe. And when we get back here, we’ll cuddle and pop some popcorn and watch whatever you want all night. And I’ll stay the night and we can do it all again tomorrow.”

You giggle and wrap his jacket around you tighter as he goes back to cleaning.

He flips his hair over his shoulder, but it goes right back into his face. He pops his head up and looks at your hands. “Hey babe, can I borrow your hairtie?”

You take it off your wrist and motion for him to come over. “C’mere, I’ll tie your hair up.”

Eddie is quickly sitting on the floor between your knees as your collect his hair back into a tight ponytail. You lean down and kiss his cheek when you’re done. He turns his head and catches your lips with his.

He pulls away slightly, leaning his forehead against yours. “I love you, Y/N. So much.”

“I love you too, Eddie.”

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Put It On My Tab: Chapter 8

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!reader

Tag: @vbecker10 @wordsfromshona @harlequin-hangout @harpy-space @tild3ath @gone-batty-fics @princessbl0ss0m @dakotali

Warning: Epiphanies, violence, crime fighting, and staffing issues

Summary:

Everyone deserves time off, and the vigilantes of Gotham are no exception to the rule. The boys decide to take a weekend to let loose. Who knew a few drinks would lead to a stranger in bed?

Author Note:

Sorry about the delay, I wasn't sure on where to go with the story for some time, and health problems started popping up more and more. Things are still hectic, but hopefully manageable.

Personal matters aside, I hope you all continue to enjoy. Thank you for all your support always.

A big shout-out to my friend who is a manager of a facility much like Citlalli. How you handle the various incidents that you do with such grace is inspiring.

A huge thank you and shout out to @harlequin-hangout for the amazing banners you made for me.

If you’re new to the story, here is a link to the other parts:

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7

It was moments like these that reminded him of the benefits of wearing his red helmet. The contents of his head remained intact and inside his skull at all times..

  Holy shit, she was the barista at the counter! Red Hood quickly got back up onto his feet, bobbing to dodge a hook before grabbing the bigger guy's sleeve, yanking the guy forward to grab his head. A sickening crunch followed by a cry of pain was satisfaction to the vigilante’s ears. The lumbering giant fell to his knees, holding his face. “It wasn’t that bad,” he scoffed, waiting for his opponent to get back up. The clang of metal was all he heard before watching the crook fall face-first into the pavement. “Now that, that would be pretty bad.” He shrugged, looking up at Nightwing. “You know I had him, right?”

“Is that what you call being plowed into a brick wall? I swear, the lingo of the youth these days.” The elder Robin ran a gloved hand through his hair, looking down at the unconscious bodies littered around. “Two, four, I think that’s all of them.” He nudged his foot into the one on his right, watching the body roll over. 

“Looks like it. Now we just gotta wrap ‘em up and drop ‘em off for the cops.” Red Hood motioned towards the street with his head. “I guess today wasn’t a total waste.” He muttered, rubbing the back of his neck. Dammit, I can’t believe I didn’t notice it sooner! This could’ve all been nicely packed and solved, stupid, stupid, stupid! He berated himself as they dragged the culprits to one of the nearby working lamp posts, tying them up. Clearly finding some Jane Doe of Gotham was not as easy as he thought, especially when he looked right at her and failed to realize it. His pride as a detective was bruised to a point that he was not sure if it would ever be restored. No way in hell I’m telling Grayson about that, I’ll really never hear the end of it. He glared at the guy with the broken nose. Once again, he was grateful that he wore a red helmet instead of a domino mask. His red cheeks and peeved expression was hidden to all except for himself as the two wrapped up for the evening.

Y/N lay crumpled and slouched on the old sofa of their apartment, exhausted and defeated. How many weeks had it been since all this started? How many more were left? She had just paid the first installment of the bill, a glorious moment, until she saw the damage to her bank account.

Life’s not fair, I get it, but this is cruel and unusual! She sighed for the umpteenth time, sinking into the old cushions a little deeper. He had to have noticed her, there was no way her attempts at anonymity were successful. Not to mention, he literally caught me falling! Ah, then there’s the stroke of genius Cici had. Really, a victim of Joker laughing gas?  Now he’s really going to think I’m insane and refuse to pay! Then again, maybe he’ll pity me enough and actually pay? He did leave a sizable tip between the two of us. She forced herself to sit up straight and crossed her legs.

“No, get it together! You need to talk to him and explain the situation. I’m sure we can come to a reasonable conclusion through proper discourse! We’re both adults, and he clearly has a savior/hero complex because he did help me at the bar. I’m sure he can be reasoned with when he’s not inebriated or asking a billion questions.” She nodded to herself. “The real issue is how do I find him and prove I’m not some nut case?” Her pursed lips slid side to side as she tried to figure out a method to meet up with him again.

Citlalli had suggested she just turn up at Wayne manor or Wayne Enterprises. It was a tempting option, but with her luck, Y/N had a feeling she was going to be labeled as the new arm candy of the billionaire playboy and that was nothing but trouble. The last thing either of them needed was a horde of paparazzi hounding them or breaking into their rickety apartment and potentially breaking whatever they got their hands on.

Was Bruce Wayne handsome? Yes, there was no denying that. But handsome hardly scratched the “worth it” surface. Just look at where she was stuck now thanks to one of his adopted children. No, good looks did not make things worth it, like Citlalli always said. It only made matters worse. “And triple-y so when a Wayne was involved.” She muttered. “What if he never returns to the coffee shop? It’s been a whole month since then and nada!” She threw her hands up in frustration and slouched on the couch once more. “Doesn’t help that Arkham_Knight has been MIA, too! None of the quests are as fun without him. But he did say he’s going to be out of town or something about no gaming access. I wonder if kicking Wonder Boy’s butt is still on the table if he knew who he was.” It was so very tempting to just give in to the siren call, but she knew better than that. For starters, it would ruin the dynamic between the two of them and one or both of them would end up in jail for attacking a trust fund kid like him.

Her thoughts were broken by the clatter of her phone vibrating on the coffee table. Grabbing the device, she hit the green button on the outdated device. “Hey Cici, what’s up?”

“Hey chica, where are you right now?” 

“At the apartment, sprouting on the couch like a potato, why?”

“Can you help me out, pretty please?” Y/N could hear the batting of her lashes through the phone.

“Hmmm, I dunno, I do have a pretty tight schedule between germination, wallowing in my financial crater, and staring out into the darkness.” Y/N tucked the phone between her shoulder and ear as she made her way into the kitchen. “What’s up?”

“Oh, woe is you, so busy.” Citlalli scoffed. “Anyway, I really need your help! I just got word that Ryan had asked Stacy to cover his shift and she agreed. Neither of them confirmed that he would be taking up her shift today, and he's saying that he asked her but never agreed to pick up from her. Yes, it's stupid, and I’m going to have to sit these over privileged brats down and explain to them how swapping shifts work again. But, that's not the point! I need someone in today and I thought you may want to pick up some hours to save up faster. Are you able to?”

“Yeah, ok, I’ll head in. Thanks for the chance, I really appreciate it. You don’t worry your little curly head about this and just enjoy the weekend away with your family. Send me any open shifts, and I’ll cover where I can, cool?”

“Miha, you’re a lifesaver! Thank you so much!” Citllali quickly dissolved into heaps of praises and prayers in Spanish out of sheer relief before she finally hung up the call and texted the information.

Another Saturday night shift left unmanned because why would they honor the hours they said they'd work? Not like I can complain though, I’m hitting overtime now and that means more money for me to get these payments over with. She made her way down the narrow hallway to her bedroom, quickly getting changed into a simple black tee and jeans, with the café apron tucked away into her backpack as she locked up behind herself. 

The shift had started out busy, the store filled with students and professionals burning the night oil fueled by caffeine and pastries. But as the hours slowly ticked by, the number of in-store customers dwindled down alongside the drive-thru patrons. The moon was now up in place of the sun, and no one really dared to be out too late in this part of Gotham. Only the foolish and desperate, like herself, remained at work because the company insisted on a 24-hour shop to help spruce the town.

Did she want to be out here at night? No. Was being at home in the apartment alone any better? No. At least there was surveillance here. Any trouble that could happen would be recording, and she would be safe, sort of. Shrugging off self-preservation, Y/N began to sweep the floors to pass the time. It was better than standing at the counter waiting for no one to come in. It was another dead night, nothing serious was going to happen.

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Fixer Upper

Part 17

Perv!Kurapika x Fem!Reader

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(Name) attempted to snuggle into Kurapika’s chest, only to be met with the absence of warmth where he should have been. Her eyes fluttered open to see his side of the bed empty.

“Pika?”

His satchel was gone, and after a quick around the apartment, she realized he was also gone.

She was worried, after last night he shouldn’t be out alone. (Name) attempted to call him, waiting a moment before a wave of nausea overtook her.

“The number you’ve dialed has been disconnected. Please try again after the beep.”

She stared down at her phone, hand trembling. ‘No… no there has to be some sort of explanation. He wouldn’t…’

(Name) took a deep breath, setting her phone on the counter before taking out the ingredients for breakfast.

“(Name)!”

She jumped, turning to see Leorio, Gon, and Killua walking in. “God I’m starving. Really should have taken you up on th-“

(Name) rushed forward, eyes wide. “Leorio, let me borrow your phone.”

Leorio blinked, handing over his phone without hesitation. “What’s wrong, sunshine? Phone broken?”

She didn’t answer, Killua stepping forward. He watched as she scrolled until Kurapika’s contact showed up, clicking the call button.

Ring…

Ring…

Ring…

‘Hello, this is Kurapika Kurta, the Blacklist Hunter. I am unable to get to the phone right now, please leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible.’

(Name)’s hand trembled, Leorio having to place both of his hands on her shoulders to keep her from falling.

“(Name)! What’s the matter?”

She handed back his phone, unable to look him in the eye.

“I think… I think Kurapika blocked me.”

———————

(Name) sat at the kitchen table, picking at her food as her friends attempted to comfort her.

“I’m sure it’s some kind of mistake, (Name)! Kurapika cares about you a lot. You’re his favorite!” Gon said, patting her back.

“Yeah, he kind of adores you. I don’t think you should worry.” Leorio said in agreement. (Name) held her tummy, staring at the ground.

“I… I want to believe that, I really do…”

‘But there’s too many things adding up that say otherwise…’

Leorio scooted closer, wrapping an arm around her. “Come on, princess, don’t frown. I swear, it’s probably some kind of accident. You know Kurapika, he can be a bit ditzy sometimes.”

(Name) sighed, bringing a hand up to rub at her temple. “Yeah…”

She gave them a tired smile. “Alright boys, what’s on the agenda for today?”

After a quick debriefing on the current situation, the girl got dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. “How’s this?”

“Well.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow at the white haired boy. “Well what?”

“I mean… all I’m saying is that I wouldn’t wear that top with that color of pants…”

(Name) looked down, then sighed. “Aight, I’ll be right back.”

She changed into a knee length skirt and cardigan, throwing on a pair of leg warmers with her Mary Janes. “How about this?”

“It’s… better.”

(Name) snickered. “You know, you could be a little fashion designer, Killua. You’ve got a real good eye for it.”

He blinked. He had been teasing her beforehand, but her comment caught him off guard. “Oh.”

(Name) handed him a box of apple juice. “Here, carry Gon’s too, he always spills his.”

The three found themselves following behind her, even though they were the ones that knew where they were going.

“(Name), do you know where we’re going?”

She paused, glancing back at her friends. “Oh, um…”

She answered by moving to the back and standing behind them. “Lead the way!”

———————

(Name) sipped on her favorite milkshake, Leorio occasionally feeding her pieces of his cake. “Hmm… what are we doing again?”

Killua smiled, his eyes darting to the left. “Hunting them, of course.”

The girl hummed. “Hmm… hunting? You know I forget that as hunters we… hunt. I know it’s in the name and everything, b-“

She glanced between Gon and Leorio, the two looking increasingly nervous. “Gon? Leorio? What wrong?”

“I forget you don’t know how dangerous our targets are. Those two have A Class Bounties.”

“What does that even mean? A class bounties, that means nothing to me.”

“They’re worth a lot of money and have killed hundreds of people.”

“Oh. Well that is quite unfortunate.”

Leorio snickered next to her. “(Name)… what do you know about the Phantom Troupe?”

“… not a lot if I’m being honest, besides them being the ones that…”

She went quiet, twiddling her thumbs.

“The ones that killed Kurapika’s clan.”

The entire table went silent at Killua’s words. (Name) glanced out the window. “So which ones are our targets?”

Killua glanced to a man and woman sitting at one of the tables. The woman had pink hair in a ponytail, and the man had black hair in a ponytail.

“Siblings?” (Name) asked. Killua pinched her cheek.

“Having the same hairstyle doesn’t make people siblings, (Name).”

Leorio pinched her other cheek. “Hey, don’t stare at them, you’ll make it obvious we’re watching them.”

“Guys, I don’t think (Name) can respond with you pulling both of her cheeks.”

They blinked, letting her go. “Ahh…” she rubbed her cheeks, frowning at her friends. “That hurt, you know…”

She poked her tongue out at the two before continuing to sip on her milkshake.

“The moods completely changed.”

(Name) felt a shiver run up her spine, glancing between her friends to see the same frazzled expression on each of their faces.

“There’s so much tension, it’s scary.”

“What, did they spot us?”

“No, they haven’t spotted us yet, so just stay calm.”

(Name) tuned them out, bending down to rummage through her bag. “Hmm… I have a good remedy for this.”

She pulled out a pair of hello kitty sunglasses, shoving them over her eyes. “Now they can’t see where I’m looking!”

The three could only sigh. “I think those will only draw attention to you, sunshine.”

——————

“They’re on the move, so what are we gonna do? And remember, if we fight these guys we’re gonna lose.” Killua said, setting his cup on the table.

“Well, we’re not just going to sit here and let them walk away are we?” Leorio asked, gesturing towards the two. Killua raised an eyebrow at this, the tall man quickly putting his hands down.

“Right, we’ve come this far, we’re not going to come back now.” Gon agreed.

“Okay, you three are going to have to listen and do exactly as I say.”

(Name) listened as he explained his plan, stopping him midway through. “… and where do I come in?”

He clamped his mouth shut, not answering her question.

“Killua?”

“…”

The white haired boy sighed. “Listen, maybe it’s best if… if you didn’t come with us.”

(Name) set her bag back down, pulling her sunglasses off. “Why? I don’t understand.”

“(Name)…”

Gon placed a hand on her shoulder. “You don’t know how to do Zetsu, it’s not s-“

(Name) huffed. “Oh come on. I thought you would all stop underestimating me after the Hunter Exam. Haven’t I proven myself enough?”

“(Name), it’s not like that. You can’t-“

“I can! Just… just explain Zetsu to me.”

The two glanced at each other before beginning a short explanation.

“Oh, you mean this?”

(Name)’s face changed to a more neutral expression, staring into the wall.

Her two younger friends blinked. “She’s… she’s doing it!”

She laughed. “It’s basically like masking, but adding some nen into the mix!”

“Masking?”

“It’s pretending to not be… me.”

Leorio stared at her, eyes narrowing before going wide. “Wait… masking? Do you mean…”

“I’m autistic.”

The whole room went quiet, all three of them going silent. “Autistic?”

She nodded. “Oh, did I not tell you? I forget some people don’t just… know. Usually they can pick me out like sharks with a drop of blood in the water.”

“I mean, I thought you were a bit odd…”

“I don’t know how to respond to that.”

“Oh shit is that offensive? Sorry, sunshine. You’re just… not…”

“Normal?”

“Oh god.”

(Name) snickered, smacking his back. “Aww, I’m just teasing. I understand you don’t mean anything by it.”

He sighed in relief. “Autism or no autism, I’d still tap th-“

“Okay that’s enough speaking for now, sweetheart.”

Gon piped up shyly. “I’m also autistic.”

Killua and Leorio gasped. “WHAT?”

(Name) laughed. “I knew there was something about you!”

She ruffled his hair. “One of us! One of us!”

Killua, who didn’t know what autism was, groaned. “Ok, ok, she’s got autism or whatever. We’re going to lose them, come on you’re with me.”

He grabbed (Name)’s wrist before they left.

——————

Killua helped (Name) up onto the top of a building, calling Gon to report on their situation. The girl crouched down, putting her sunglasses back on.

They followed the two quietly, (Name) noticing Killua getting more and more anxious by the second.

They waited stood near the window in an abandoned building, occasionally peeking out to look at the two Phantom Troupe members.

They were standing in the middle of the abandoned part of town, staring out into nothing.

“What do you think, Killua?” Gon asked over the phone, (Name) leaning in so she could hear the conversation,

“They’re either waiting for someone, or they’re trying to draw us out.”

“Do you think they’ve discovered we’re following them?”

“There’s a 50/50 chance, but even if they are on to us, they still don’t know where we are. They’re trying to wait us out, acting as though nothings wrong, hoping that we’ll give away our position.”

“So now what?”

“For now let’s just sit tight, who knows, maybe they are just waiting for somebody.”

RING!

RING!

Killua gasped, his hand reaching out to grab (Name)’s wrist. “Gon, I’m going to hang up, so listen carefully. If any of us sees anything suspicious, we don’t even question it, we just get out of here. In fact, the the next time you hear your phone ring don’t answer it, just run!”

(Name) readied her dagger, back pressed against the wall as they stared at the Phantom Troupe members.

The man turned his head slightly, his eye landing on the window they had been looking out of.

Killua grabbed (Name)’s arm and attempted to make a run for it, but a man blocked the entryway.

He pushed her onto the ground and began bouncing off the walls attempting to create enough momentum to be able to attack the man.

He launched himself forward, his leg being caught. Killua held onto the floor and spun out of his grasp.

“Hey Phinks.”

Killua turned his head to see the man from before, arm wrapped around (Name)’s neck. “I certainly didn’t expect see you here. I thought you were helping Chrollo take care of that other thing.”

(Name) choked out a gasp. “Killua, run!”

Killua’s eyes went wide when he squeezed her tighter, causing her to claw at his arm in vain.

“So, kiddo, I have a couple of questions I’d like to ask you.”

(Name) passed out from the lack of oxygen, the man keeping a good hold on her. “Ah, you better answer succinctly, or this little lady will die.”

——————

(Name) woke up to the sound of something slamming against rock. She blinked her eyes awake, yawning. “Mmm… gotta pee…”

She felt someone’s hand cover her mouth. (Name) attempted to struggle, but when her eyes met the ones looking down at her, she stilled.

It was killua, and he looked terrified. Her head was lying in his lap, and her memory was slowly coming back.

“She’s awake. Need to question her too.”

(Name) blinked when she was pulled to her feet, Killua having to be held back from doing anything.

Her brain was still fuzzy from sleep, but they didn’t seem to care.

“What do you know about chain user?”

She blinked at the shorter man, eyebrows furrowing. “Wait… I know you…”

The room went quiet as she gasped, reaching to rummage through her bag. When she did this, the man in front of her grabbed her arm and wrenched it behind her back. “Don’t move, or kill you.”

“H-hey!”

She wiggled against him, the man holding a sharpened claw against her neck. “I said don’t move.”

“Listen to him, (Name)! He’s not playing around!”

She settled down, panting slightly from the pressure of the situation. “Okay, okay. I’m still.”

“Good.”

He tore her backpack from her hands, dumping the contents onto the ground. She stayed where she was, embarrassed to have her butt perched in the air and her face pressed against some rocky surface.

“Knew it, little thief.”

He held up his wallet, pocketing it before pressing down against her lower back. “Thief? I didn’t steal anything!”

“Really? Then why my wallet in your bag?”

“You dropped it, and I picked it up! I was planning on returning it to you in case I saw you again.”

The man scoffed, twisting her arm harder until she cried out in pain. “Tell the truth, girl, before I really break it.”

“I am telling the truth!”

The man glanced to the woman with short brown hair standing nearby. “Paku.”

Pakunoda nodded, walking over before grabbing (Name)’s face. (Name) squeaked as her cheeks were squished between the woman’s fingers.

“Did you steal from Feitan?”

“No!”

She hummed, tilting (Name)’s face with her hand before letting go. “She’s telling the truth. Fei, you should be more careful.”

The man grumbled, letting her go. (Name) glared at him as she rubbed her arm.

“Answer question.”

“Huh?”

She could feel the man’s frustration coming off of him in waves. “Do you know chain user?”

She whispered. “Chains, as in… bdsm? OUCH!”

(Name) was shoved back onto her tummy, arm wrenched behind her back. “Think you’re funny?”

“I mean, somet- AH!”

He twisted her arm, causing her to wiggle around again. “Stay. Still.” he hissed against her ear.

“Do you know chain user?”

“No, I don’t.”

She held her back from saying something snarky, the pain in her arm becoming almost unbearable. “If she’s lying, she’s good at it.” Paku said, leaning against the wall.

Feitan finally let her go, the girl collapsing next to Killua. He didn’t move, only sparing her a worried glance before turning his attention back to Gon.

He had been arm wresting with Nobunaga for a while now, his hand red from being slammed against the makeshift stone table.

“Again.”

(Name) stood, standing next to Killua. She wasn’t as good at hiding her emotion as the young boy was, eyebrows furrowing.

“Hey, he’s had enough. Stop i-“

When she walked forward to try and stop the man, she felt a thread wrap around her neck.

“Don’t move, or your head will be sliced clean off.”

A woman with pink hair stood behind her, hands spread out slightly to hover around her sides. (Name) stayed still, lip trembling. She tuned back into Gon and the long haired man’s conversation.

“I don’t know anything, and even if I did, I’d never tell you!”

“Kid! You too cocky!”

“Gon!”

Gon was pinned to the makeshift table by Feitan. Killua began to step forward, but was stopped by Hisoka placing a card to his neck.

(Name) was kept still by Machi, the girl growling lowly. She seethed quietly as they spoke to each other. Feitan let him go, Machi allowing to her join Gon and Killua.

She pulled them towards her, eyes scanning the room as the two spoke with each other.

“Alright, we’ll let them go since they’re not related to the chain user.”

“Yeah, no point in keeping them around.”

“Wait, we can’t be sure, someone must be pulling the strings behind the scenes. We shouldn’t release them until we figure out who they get their orders from.”

“But even if they are working for someone, it’s not the chain user. Actually, I’m sure that guy works alone anyways.”

(Name) noticed the dark haired man staring at her, quirking an eyebrow in his direction. He looked away when she made eye contact.

“Our objective is to find the chain user, so let’s not concern ourselves with anyone else.” The blonde haired man in purple said.

“Hear that? Good for you. You get to go home to mommy now.” Feitan cooed.

“No, they aren’t going anywhere. Hey kid, why don’t you join us?”

Nobunaga smiled at the boy, who clenched his fists by (Name)’s side. “No way!”

“We could be partners.”

“You gotta be kidding me, I’d rather die than be your partner!”

(Name) pulled him back a little, patting his cheek. “Gon, don’t test him.”

She felt herself being pulled back by strings again. “Speaking of people joining…”

The pink haired girl from before pulled (Name) in by the waist. She squeaked, earning a squeeze from the girl.

“I want to nominate this one.”

The entire room went quiet, Gon and Killua staring wide eyed at their older friend.

“Wow, I never thought I’d see the day where Machi was interested in someone.” Phinks said, kneeling down to get a better look at (Name)’s face. She tolerated the tall man roughly grabbing her cheeks to turn her face in several different directions before he hummed. “She is cute, is this your type?”

Machi huffed. “That’s irrelevant. I have a hunch about this girl.”

“Hunch?”

Machi nodded. “She’s not that strong now, but I have this feeling that she’ll become strong enough to be a great ally to us.”

“Your hunch usually right.” Feitan said, leaning against a wall.

“I’ll be taking her. Do what you want with the kids.”

——————

(Name) walked stiffly through town, Machi keeping a firm hand on the small of her back. The pink haired woman was getting some minor shopping done, and when she stopped by an ice cream shop, she ordered herself a waffle cone and looked to (Name).

“Go ahead. Place your order.”

‘What is this, some kind of date?’

(Name) glanced at the woman before turning to the employee and placing her order. She licked her ice cream as they continued walking.

“You didn’t give me an answer. Do you want to join us?”

“No, I don’t.”

Machi hummed, working on her own serving of ice cream. “You should rethink your answer. Working with us means you would become stronger, be able to do what you want and take what you want.”

“And at what cost?”

Machi paused, glancing to the girl next to her. “Hmm?”

“If getting what I want means I have to kill others, then it isn’t worth it to me. I’d rather live the rest of my life with nothing than kill others for financial gain.”

Machi scoffed. “I bet you’ve never been without basic necessities. You wouldn’t last a day with nothing.”

(Name) pouted, but Machi wasn’t exactly wrong. Even when she had nothing, she still had her friends to rely on. Leorio took her in, feeding and taking care of her even when she was at her lowest.

“… maybe you’re right, but as long as I have my friends, I’ll truly never have nothing.”

Machi was about to continue to persuade her, but all of a sudden a chill ran up her spine, the vision of red eyes coming and going so quickly it nearly made her head spin.

For some reason, keeping a hand on (Name) felt dangerous, as if keeping her captive would only spell her doom.

Machi pulled her hand away, causing the girl to blink. “Huh?”

Machi stepped away slowly. “Go.”

(Name) tilted her head, face scrunching up in confusion.

“Go! Before I change my mind!”

(Name) didn’t need to be told again. She dropped her half finished ice cream cone and sprinted away, the pink haired woman watching her go.

‘That girl… she’s tied to someone dangerous. Maybe she isn’t a good fit for the Troupe after all…’

——————

(Name) was met by Leorio outside her apartment, the man nearly bursting into tears. “(Name), holy shit!”

She groaned when the man pulled her into a bear hug, squeezing her so tight she felt her back crack. “Can’t… breathe!”

He released her, now pressing a kiss to her forward as he cupped her cheeks. “I was so worried, Killua and Gon told me everything.”

“Speaking of… Killua and Gon…”

She took a minute to breathe, the man supporting her so she didn’t fall over. (Name) coughed, Leorio noticing her expression and quickly snatching her bag to rummage through it.

“Here!”

He held up her inhaler, letting her take a puff before pulling it back. She took a second to breath before pulling her inhaler back to take another puff.

“Deep breaths, (Name).”

She nodded, calming down finally. “Take me to the boys.”

He carried her up the stairs to her apartment, texting the boys on the way. Sometimes (Name) forgot how strong her silly, lovable friend was. He was carrying her with one arm, using the other to open up her apartment door.

“(Name)!”

Both of the boys rushed out to greet her, jumping into Leorio’s arms. “Hey!”

He grumbled, allowing them to pull her towards them. Gon was tearing up, Killua shaking the girl. “How did you escape? What the hell happened?”

“Well… escaped isn’t the right way to put it.”

After an explanation and a lot of hugs, (Name) collapsed onto the couch. “Leorio, love, can you order takeout? I’ve got a bad case of noodle legs.”

“On it, sunshine.”

The two boys joined her on the couch, Killua poking at her cheek. She ignored this, soon passing out.

——————

(Name) woke up to the sound of the TV turning on. Killua and Gon sat in front of her couch, still in their pajamas as they munched on bowls of cereal.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes before shuffling to the kitchen. A box of takeout from her favorite restaurant sat on the counter, her name written in Leorio’s handwriting on the front.

‘I love him.’

She glanced out the window, seeing the sun rising in the sky. ‘Morning already? I really passed out.’

She ate her takeout, not caring that her two friends stared at her with raised eyebrows. She plopped down onto the couch and watched them play video games while she ate.

“Ah, Killua, we need to get dressed soon if we’ll be ready in time.”

The white haired boy nodded, stretching. “Yeah, and I still need a shower. Are you taking one first, (Name)?”

She raised an eyebrow. “A shower? I can take one later. I don’t have any plans.”

Killua and Gon glanced at each other then back to her. “… (Name)…”

“What?”

“Didn’t you… didn’t you get a text from Kurapika saying to meet him in the park?”

From her expression, they assumed that was a no.

“…”

(Name) looked down at her box of takeout, slowly closing it and standing up.

“Hey, (Name), I’m sure it’s some kind of mistake! Maybe he assumed we’d tell you, so he didn’t bother asking!” Gon said, following her as she brought her plate to the kitchen. Killua was close behind, giving his older friend a worried look.

“… maybe.”

Her answer was a lot less hopeful than her previous ones had been. The two glanced at each other again.

“Hey, why don’t you get ready and leave with Leorio later? We’ll meet up with Kurapika and test the waters. Then we’ll meet with you and Leorio at his hotel!”

Gon held her hand with both of his, giving her that kind smile that she just couldn’t say no to. “Alright, alright. That’s a good plan, Gon.”

(Name) stared at herself in the bathroom mirror after her shower, looking over her makeup. ‘… a little bit of makeup will be fine. It’s a special occasion after all, I’m seeing my friend again properly.’

Her face heated up when she thought about their night spent together with him in her arms. Did he regret it? Was that why he’d blocked her?

Her heart felt heavy, but she pushed her feelings aside. ‘He’ll need my support, so I can’t think about trivial things like that.’

(Name) looked over her reflection, smiling. She looked nice, better than she had in a while.

She wore a soft blue sundress, paired with a white cardigan that hid the nasty bruise Feitan left on her arm. (Name)’s makeup was light, complimenting her natural features.

“Sunshine you look…”

Leorio stared at the girl as she excited the bathroom, cheeks turning pink. “You look amazing.”

(Name) blushed and waved her hand dismissively. “Oh, thanks. Let’s get going.”

Leorio escorted her by the arm to the hotel, opening the door for her. She laughed, leaning her head against his arm. “Thank you, Leorio. You’re really sweet.”

“Nah, I’m not sweet for everyone. I’m just sweet on you.”

He playfully booped her nose, the girl breaking out into giggles. “Careful, you’ll smudge my makeup!”

“(Name)!?”

The two turned to see Kurapika standing near by, Gin and Killua at his side.

He looked both excited and nervous to see (Name) there, eyes scanning her form.

It was quiet for a moment, the only sound Kurapika was able to hear was his thumping heartbeat.

Before he could process what was happening, (Name) wrapped her arms around him, squeezing him tightly. “I missed you, Pika.”

He didn’t respond, didn’t even hug her back, but didn’t push her away either. When she pulled away, he could only think of one thing.

‘She’s gorgeous.’

“It’s been a while since we were all together!” Gon said, smiling at the pair.

——————

(Name) gave Kurapika a peck on the cheek before she left the group to make some snacks in Leorio’s kitchen. He watched her go, eyes soft as she hummed to herself.

“She missed you a lot, Kurapika.” Gon said, giving Kurapika a shy smile.

“I… missed her too.”

(Name) walked back in, handing out cups of tea to everyone. Kurapika caught himself staring at her, looking away, but not quick enough.

“Pika? Need something?”

He shook his head, feeling his heart soar when she pulled him close again. “You sure? I’m here if you need me. I always will be.”

He allowed his hands to reach up and grasp the fabric of her soft cardigan. “…”

He didn’t say anything, just taking in her warmth as she gently ran her fingers through his hair. “It’s been a tough few days, huh?”

“Yes. Yes it has.”

The group smiled at this, internally cheering their friends on. ‘They’re finally reunited! Now Kurapika can watch over her again!’ Gon thought, beaming at the two.

“I’ll make some snacks, okay? You four just relax.”

She leaned down to press a few kisses to Kurapika’s cheek, the blonde leaning into her touch. “I’ll be quick.”

It was happening again, he was losing his will to leave. His eyes stayed glued to her form until she was out of sight, a familiar ache settling in his heart when he could no longer see her.

(Name) hummed as she chopped up some fruit, preparing a bowl of mixed fruit along with some crackers, cheese, and deli meat. ‘I bet Gon won’t even make a little cracker sandwich, he’ll just shove it all in his mouth.’

She giggled at this thought, but her small moment of joy didn’t last long. (Name) felt a shiver run up her spine, the girl running out of the kitchen.

“The corpses were fake. The ones we thought were dead weren’t! Of course, a conjurer could have pulled that off easily! Damn it, why didn’t I realize this sooner?”

(Name) flinched at his tone, inching forward. “Pika…”

She placed a hand on his shoulder, only for it to be harshly slapped away. (Name) gasped, pulling her hand back and holding it against her chest.

“The situation has changed. Now what? We’re here to help.”

“Right!”

“Yeah…”

Leorio glanced at (Name), taking note of her hurt expression. She tried not to take it personally, but she felt the atmosphere surrounding her Pika change. Instead of the warm, protective aura that made her feel safe, all she felt was a cold, violent rage.

——————

(Name) sat across from Leorio, shrugging her cardigan off.

“Yeesh, that’s a nasty bruise, (Name). If you told me before hand I would have gotten you some ice.”

She sighed, poking her lip out. “It’s not that bad, it barley even hurts.”

Leorio stood up. “How’d it go?”

“I couldn’t get a straight answer. I asked the community for any updates regarding the auction today, but no luck.”

(Name) turned her head slowly, giving Kurapika a sweet smile as he continued speaking. He didn’t return her smile.

“You have it all wrong, Leorio. I’m not counting on the mafia, far from it.”

(Name) stood up, attempting to give Kurapika a comforting touch, but he dodged her.

Unfortunately, as he did, he spotted the hand shaped bruise on her arm.

“…”

He felt his eyes turn scarlet, glad that he had his contacts in. “(Name)…”

He stepped foward, grabbing hold of her arm. “Who did this to you?”

For some reason, (Name) felt… frightened. The intensity of his tone had her unable to speak.

“She was captured by the Phantom Troupe when Gon and Killua were. She was hurt then.” Leorio answered for her, staring at Kurapika’s hand that gripped (Name)’s arm.

He felt his heart thump against his chest, bile rising in his throat. “…”

“(Name), I need you to listen to me carefully.”

He pulled her closer, staring into her eyes. “You need to leave, and never speak to me again. Do you understand? The path I walk is dangerous a-“

“No!”

He faltered, eyes widening.

“No..?”

She huffed, pulling her arm away. “I don’t care if it’s dangerous, Pika, I won’t leave you. You’re important to me, and I want to help you as much as I can!”

His heart sank. Within moments, his world can crashing down around him. ‘No… no I can’t let her…’

His hands began to shake, breath coming out in uneven pants as he imagined her attempting to fight against one of the Troupe members. The only outcome he could think of would be her death.

And he couldn’t let that happen.

‘I didn’t want it to come to this. Anything but this.’

He took one last look at the woman in front of him, steeling himself.

“Do you honestly think you could do anything that would be of use to me?”

(Name) blinked, the tall man behind her not knowing if he had heard his blonde friend correctly.

“Excuse me?”

“Oh don’t play dumb, (Name). Everyone here knows how weak you are, how much of a burden you’ve become to us. Tell me, what exactly do you bring to the table besides being the equivalent of a little house wife?”

She stepped back slightly, looking confused. “Pika… pika why are you saying these things to me?”

“Why?” he laughed bitterly, staring at her with those cold, unforgiving gray eyes. “Because I’m tired of pretending you don’t make me sick to my fucking stomach, (Name).”

Tears began beading at the corners of her eyes. “You don’t mean that!”

“I don’t? You’re even more of a moron than I thought you were. Can’t you put two and two together, (Name)?”

“Kurapika.” Leorio warned, stepping forward. The blonde shot him a look before turning his attention back to (Name).

“I’ve always had a soft spot for pitiable creatures like you, (Name). When I saw you struggling to do the simplest tasks during the Hunter exam, I couldn’t help taking pity on you. And look, you did something right for once! You sure did keep me warm during the fourth phase. Looks like you are useful for something, even if all that is, is being a warm body.”

Leorio was about to charge forward, but (Name) stopped him. “Pika, you don’t-“

“Again with the ‘Pika’. God you’re annoying. It’s been so fucking hard pretending to be okay with that stupid nickname of yours. If I hear it one more time I’m going to puke.”

He stepped forward, grabbing her chin and tilting her face up to look at him. “You know, I thought maybe after getting your license, you’d become stronger, become something other than the pathetic loser you’ve been since the first phase.”

He let her go, walking past her. “Look like I was wrong, though. I feel stupid for thinking you could have been of some kind of use to me.”

One more time, (Name) attempted to stop him. “Pika, please-“

“Don’t you ever call me that again. The next time you do…”

He trailed off, his eyes growing wide at the sight of her face. His tactic had worked, maybe a bit too well, she looked absolutely broken, her makeup running down her face along with her tears.

“But… but I love you. I don’t want to leave you.”

He turned back away, fighting the urge to pull her into his arms and kiss her tears away.

“Maybe one day someone will love you back.”

Kurapika left then, Leorio chasing after him. (Name) was left to her own devices, only able to stare at the floor in shock.

Her Pika, the person that gave her a new reason to live, had just shattered her heart. As she attempted to pick up the pieces, she tripped, scraping her knee. “Ow!”

She glanced up to see Kurapika walking away. He didn’t turn, didn’t acknowledge her yelp of pain in anyway.

“I’ll always be there to catch you.”

‘Liar…’

(Name) sat in the hotel lobby, placing a bandaid over her knee. She thought back to the look on Kurapika’s face.

She’d never seen him look at her like that before, with eyes so cold, so angry that she could barely recognize the man she loved behind them.

Leorio ran back in, eyes scanning the room until he saw her. “(Name)! Are you… no of course you’re not okay.”

He pulled her close, almost more worried that she wasn’t sobbing into his chest than he would have been if she did.

“I can’t believe him! That behavior is unacceptable, I won’t be friends with someone who-“

“Leorio.”

He stopped, looking down to see (Name) giving him a big smile. “I’m alright. I’m sure he’s just taking out his anger on me. People say the worst things when they’re angry, you know?”

Leorio hesitated. “I get that, but-“

She shook her head. “But nothing. You should get back to him. He needs your help, Leorio.”

“…”

He took a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll do it, but only because you asked me to, okay?”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

Leorio glanced back several times as he left, almost as if he was scared that once she was out of his eyesight, she’d disappear.

(Name) watched him go, only relaxing when she couldn’t see him anymore.

‘…’

—————

(Name) walked down the street, a pink umbrella in her hands. She hummed to herself, trying to keep her mind off of the incident that happened only an hour before.

‘He’s just having a bad day. Things like this happen. It’s normal.’

That’s what she kept telling herself, but every time she attempted to rationalize the way he spoke to her, she felt a part of her ache.

(Name) paused when she felt her phone buzz in her pocket. “Leorio?”

“(Name), quick, head towards the hotel! You have to stop Kurapika before he does something stup-“

Leorio didn’t have to finish his sentence, (Name) began sprinting towards the hotel, dropping her umbrella in the process.

‘I need to maintain Zetsu. If he’s trailing the spiders like I’m assuming he is, they’d be able to sense my presence without it!’

As she ran, she felt her head spin. She didn’t want to think of Kurapika getting himself hurt, the thought of him dying nearly bringing her to her knees.

(Name) felt a hand cover her mouth as she was dragged into an alley. She struggled for a moment before she met the eyes of her beloved.

“Mmph!”

He held a finger to his lips, glancing out before pulling his hand away. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Coming to prevent you from doing something stupid.”

The blonde cursed. ‘Leorio must of called her.’

“Well the only stupid one here is you. Leave before you cause me any more headaches.”

She shook her head, grabbing his sleeve. He attempted to swat her away, but she grabbed his other hand. “I’m not leaving you, not until you’ve calmed down!”

He growled, glancing back out to see the spiders were on the move. Almost instinctually, he pulled her closer to him, pushing her behind his back to shield her from anything. ‘She can use Zetsu, that’s good… I can’t let her out of my sight, she’d be a liability to me and herself.’

He sighed before scooping her up into his arms, almost sighing in contentment at the feeling of her weight against him. It felt nice to hold her again, but he couldn’t indulge in that feeling for long. “Don’t speak, don’t even whisper after this. I won’t hesitate to drop you.”

It was a bluff, and he was hoping she wouldn’t notice.

She couldn’t help but nuzzle into his chest, sighing softly. (Name) could remember a time when he’d hold her whenever she wanted, always kind and gentle.

But the harsh grip her had on her was far from gentle, almost causing her pain. She tried to ignore it, but would whimper every time he squeezed her thighs as he peered out to watch the Phantom Troupe.

They chased after the group, (Name) spotting Gon running next to them. She was going to wave, but Kurapika suddenly dove into the alleyway when the Phantom Troupe turned to look at them.

He pressed himself against her, shielding her body from sight. His hand was over her mouth, eyes glued to the entryway of the alley.

She watched as chains manifested on his hands, quickly grabbing his hands and pushing them down. They were cold, much colder than the last time she held them.

Gon leaped out of his hiding spot, (Name) barely holding herself back from following behind him. Out of nowhere, Killua appeared next to them. He took one look at (Name) before walking out to join Gon’s side.

Kurapika kept a good grip on her, pulling her so close she struggled to breath. She felt his warm breath against her neck, his lips brushing against her shoulder as he attempted to calm himself.

——————

A short, balding woman met up with the two. Kurapika set (Name) down on her feet, gritting his teeth.

“Now that they’re on high alert, we have to keep our distance, otherwise they’re bound to notice us. Make sure you conceal your presence.”

“Damn it!” Kurapika growled.

“We just have to be patient!”

“I’m aware of that!”

“I don’t think you are! Your reckless pursuit exposed them to needless danger. Do you even know why they allowed themselves to be captured? If you get captured here, then no one will be able to stop the troupe.”

He glanced at (Name), eyes narrowing. “If I didn’t have to protect you, then maybe I could have gone after them.”

She frowned, once again reaching out for him. “Don’t touch me. You make me sick.”

Melody seemed confused by this statement. ‘But… his heart…’

“P-… Kurapika, I’m not trying to be a burden, I just want t-“

He cut her off with a scoff. “You’re not trying hard enough, it seems.”

Melody glanced between the two. The girls heart thumped against her chest, a confused and heartbroken song. It combined into a duet with Kurapika’s, that played a song of anger, determination, and overwhelming love.

(Name) stayed quiet as the two spoke, letting the rain soak into her clothes. She stared at the ground, eyes blurry with tears. She was almost grateful for the rain, it hid her tears well.

Though, Melody could tell just from her heartbeat alone that she felt great sadness. She couldn’t help but reach a hand out to comfort the girl. Kurapika noticed this, his fingernails digging into his palm.

Leorio finally caught up with them, parking beside them and getting out.

“We have to come up with a plan to get them back.” Kurapika said. (Name) began to speak up, but the blonde stopped her. “You need to go. You’ll only slow us down.”

She frowned at him. “I want to save Killua and Gon! I’m coming with you!”

He grabbed her wrist, squeezing it. “No… no (Name), you cant. I won’t let you.”

The girl pulled, Kurapika only increasing the pressure on her wrist when she did. She gasped, Melody covering her ears at the sharp CRACK!

Kurapika’s eyes went wide, immediately loosening his grip on her wrist. The girl wrenched her wrist away from the rage filled blonde, wincing at the pain blooming beneath her skin.

“I can, and I will. Why won’t you let me help you? You had no isssue with Gon and Killua-“

“That’s because they aren’t fucking weak like you!”

She flinched, using her arm to shield herself out of fear of him hurting her. Leorio was quick to rush forward and create a barrier between the two, shielding (Name) from Kurapika’s anger.

The blonde felt his stomach sink. ‘They… they think I’m going to hurt her.’

“Oh my god… your wrist, (Name)… it’s fractured.”

Melody covered her ears, whimpering at the mournful sound Kurapika’s heart was making. (Name) eyes prickled with tears. “H-hurts!”

“I know, I know sunshine. Just breathe. Shit, we need to get her to a hospital.”

“We don’t have time for that right now.” Kurapika steeled himself, casting his feelings aside.

“What the fuck do you mean? I-“

“He’s right. We have to save Gon and Killua first.”

(Name) held her arm to her chest, crying out in pain at the slightest of movements. Kurapika visibly flinched at this, having to use all of his willpower to remain calm and collected.

“If you can’t keep quiet, then we’ll leave you behind.” Kurapika said, smoothing out his disguise.

“You heartless bastard. How could you say that to her after everything she’s done for you?” Leorio said, eyes brimming with angry tears.

“Leorio, it’s okay. Just concentrate on the plan, I’ll be fine.”

They got into the car, speeding towards the hotel. Kurapika tried his best not to steal glances at the girl sitting next to him.

His instinct was telling him to do anything he could to help her, to ease her pain, but he couldn’t do that. Kurapika didn’t want to waste his nen when he knew he’d be needing it later.

It was hard to ignore her sniffling, even when she tried her best to hide it. “Can you shut up already?!” Kurapika snapped. His nerves were shot, the sound of his dearest friend in pain only worsening is state.

Her lip trembled as she attempted to keep quiet. Kurapika stared out the window so he wouldn’t see her hurt expression.

———————

(Name) sat in the backseat of their car as Kurapika and Leorio left for the hotel. Melody fidgeted with her coat, glancing back at the sullen girl while she thought of what to say.

“… dreadful weather, huh?”

The girl gave a small nod, wincing at the pain in her wrist. Melody’s heart ached for the poor girl. She was obviously in love with Kurapika, but the blonde had been unnecessarily cruel the entire night, and by the way the other two reacted, Melody assumed it was unusual for him to act in such a way.

And when it was quiet, all Melody could hear from the angry man was a melody of unbridled rage, with a undertone of a fierce and protective love. Kurapika definitely cared for this girl, so his actions confused the older woman greatly.

“My name is Melody. What is yours?”

The girl looked up, swiping at her tears with her uninjured hand. “I’m (Name).”

Melody smiled. “That’s a pretty name, perfectly fitting for a gorgeous woman such as yourself.”

This drew a giggle from the girl. “Ah, that’s better. Even your laugh is pretty. I know it’s hard, but try to dry up those tears, okay?”

(Name) nodded, sniffling a bit before wiping the rest of her tears away.

They would be back by 7:01, meaning they had around five minutes until Kurapika and Leorio would return with the leader of the Phantom Troupe in tow.

She busied herself with grabbing some painkillers from Leorio’s briefcase, glad she packed a juice pouch in her bag.

By the time she finished taking her medicine, the door on the other side of her opened, a man being shoved in the other side.

He was tall, with black hair and a handsome face. He glanced her way, seemingly taking every feature of hers in before looking back to his captor.

Kurapika was deadly silent, slamming the car door as Leorio sped off. (Name) glanced between the man next to her, to Kurapika, and to Leorio.

“… did it go well?” she asked, leaning forward a bit to look at Kurapika.

He didn’t answer her, didn’t even look at her. (Name) slumped back into her seat, a pout on her lips. The man watched her intently, eyes moving from her face, to her body, then to the bruised wrist she kept close to her chest.

“It’s okay. A number of the enemies were injured. They won’t move until reinforcements arrive.”

Kurapika’s eyebrow twitched when he noticed the man staring at (Name).

“What are you looking at?”

Chrollo turned to face forward. “Nothing. I didn’t expect the chain user to be a woman.”

“Did I say I was? You shouldn’t let appearances fool you.”

He pulled his wig off, sighing. “Anyway, you should mind what you say. Since it may be the last thing out of your mouth.”

“You won’t kill me. You left your precious friends behind.” He said softly, sending a charged look (Name)’s way. The girl shrunk under his gaze, Kurapika’s blood pressure rising.

“I’m not so composed that I will ignore your taunts!”

“Kurapika! That’s enough.” Leorio said, more for (Name)’s sake than anything. She looked rather uncomfortable, forced to sit next to the leader of the Phantom Troupe, who kept leering at her.

“The girl’s fortune didn’t mention this. Therefore, this event isn’t significant enough to matter.”

“YOU BASTARD!”

“Kurapika!”

(Name) leaned over Chrollo, putting a hand on the blondes arm to try and calm him.

“If you kill him, I’ll kick your ass!” Leorio yelled from the drivers seat.

Kurapika seethed, slowly leaning back into his seat, seemingly placated by (Name)’s touch.

Chrollo took note of this. “Do you need further explanation? I consider this situation the same as an afternoon coffee break. A peaceful outing.”

(Name) gasped when chrollo slammed into her. Kurapika had decked him right in the face, the girl crying out at his weight pressing into her hurt wrist.

“Calm down, Kurapika! We’re on equal footing, now. Nothing has changed.”

“Equal footing? You are sorely mistaken. First of all, you’ve made the wrong assumption. I have no value as a hostage.”

Chrollo leaned off of (Name), giving her a small smile that she couldn’t judge the sincerity of.

“If you insist on babbling-“

“He’s not lying. Everything he says is true.” Melody said, interrupting the blonde.

“There you go. This is reality. You people are the ones on the ropes.”

(Name) couldn’t hear or process anything, the throbbing pain of her wrist making her ears ring. She could see them speaking, see Chrollo say something that made Kurapika’s eyes go red with rage. (Name) felt Chrollo crash into her, this time with more force.

The side of her face made contact with the window, blood spurting out of her nose as she heard Leorio scream for Kurapika to stop.

And that’s when she blacked out.

——————

“Kurapika, what the fuck is wrong with you? Did you think of anyone else but yourself when you fucking launched Chrollo into (Name)? For Christ’s sake she’s bleeding! She could have a concussion!”

“I know! I know…”

Leorio placed (Name) on her back, using his suit jacket as a pillow. Kurapika was knelt at her side, wiping the blood from her nose and trying to calm his racing heart. ‘(Name)… I’m so sorry.’

As Leorio left to grab his brief case, Kurapika knelt down to press a kiss to her lips. For a moment, all he felt was pure bliss, unable to stop himself from indulging in her warmth.

He pulled back, ashamed of himself. Kurapika couldn’t understand why he kissed her, why he wanted to do it again and again. His cheeks turned red, the pretty shade of scarlet that only (Name) ever got to see returning to his eyes as he gazed down at her.

“It’s not gentlemanly to kiss a woman when she’s unconscious.” Chrollo said, leaning back in his seat.

“Shut up, I don’t want to be lectured by a murderer.”

Kurapika glared at him before returning his gaze to the woman below him. He licked his lips, wincing at the metallic taste of blood on his tongue.

‘You deserve so much more than this, (Name). A happy life, where the man you love would never even think of hurting you, accidentally or not.’

He brushed the hair out of her face, moving to cup her cheek. ‘I’ll have to hurt you, over and over again. It’s for the best, I promise. Just forget about me, and find someone who will treat you like the angel you are.’

Leorio arrived, using his sparse medical tools in his briefcase to check over the girl. “God, sunshine, all beat up…”

He sent a glare in Kurapika’s direction, the blonde shrinking under his gaze. “… will she be okay?”

Leorio sighed. “I think so, but her wrist may be completely broken now. Before, it seemed like a fracture, but…”

Kurapika glanced down at her wrist, his eyes going wide at the sight. It was bent at an unnatural angle, his stomach heaving at the sight of her bone jutting against her skin.

“Oh god…”

Leorio did the best he could, wiping the sweat from her forehead. “After this, she’ll need to go to a hospital. You may have just fractured her wrist, but Chrollo landing on her did a lot of damage.”

“Fuck. FUCK!”

He hit the wall of the airship, Leorio sighing in exasperation at his friends temper.

If Kurapika had kept his rage under control, none of this would have happened. He was dangerous, the woman laying in front of him visual proof.

“Leorio… please listen to what I have to say.”

The man raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. “Go on.”

——————

(Name) blinked her eyes awake, groaning at the harsh light against her eyes.

“(Name)!”

“Oof!”

(Name) grunted when something collided with her, gasping out in pain when she was squeezed tightly. “Ow!”

“Gon!”

SMACK!

She groaned, opening her eyes again to see Killua, Gon, and Leorio surrounding her bed. Despite her pain, (Name) felt tears of joy well up in her eyes. “Gon! Killua!”

She attempted to pull them closer to her, put her left arm felt… heavy.

“Easy! You broke your arm, (Name).” Leorio said. “Gon, you can hug her, but you have to remember to be gentle.”

“Yes, Leorio!”

The two hugged her, Leorio joining in soon after. They all laughed, (Name) pressing kisses into their cheeks and foreheads. “I’m so glad you’re all safe. Where’s Kurapika?”

Leorio stiffened, his eyes looking everywhere but her. “He’s… recovering at a hotel near here.”

“Recovering? Oh god, he wasn’t hurt, was he?”

“No, he’s okay, his nen just took a lot out of him.”

(Name) straightened up, attempting to leave her hospital bed. “Okay, let’s go to him then.”

“Woah, slow down sunshine!”

He pushed her back down, eyes wide. (Name) struggled against him, a frown on her face. “I want to see him!”

Leorio glanced at the other two, thinking back to Kurapika’s words.

“Leorio… please listen to what I have to say.”

The man raised an eyebrow, looking up at him. “Go on.”

Kurapika sighed, staring down at the girl. “You may think I’m cruel, but I’m acting this way for her benefit. You’ve seen what happened today, what my anger can do, how dangerous being connected to me can be.”

Leorio nodded. He’d thought about the same thing. (Name) wasn’t like them. She didn’t have overwhelming strength like him, or unique powers like Gon or Killua. Leorio didn’t want her to be in a situation like this again.

“I… I’m going to cut contact with her after this. It’s the only way I can see her continuing to live her life safely.”

Leorio held onto (Name)’s uninjured hand, frowning. “It’s going to hurt her. She really loves you, and not just in a friendly way. She’s in-”

“Please, don’t say anything else.”

He glanced up to see Kurapika holding onto his shirt, tears beading in his eyes. “I… I think she’s a dear friend, and to keep her safe, I can’t be near her.”

‘No matter how much I want to be…’

Leorio sighed, rubbing his forehead. “I understand. I don’t like your methods, but…”

He cupped (Name)’s cheek, staring down at her with soft eyes. “I don’t want her to suffer like this ever again.”

Kurapika tried to ignore the unpleasant feeling blossoming in his chest at the sight of Leorio’s eyes. Those weren’t the eyes of a worried friend, they were the eyes of a worried man in love.

“… I’m still angry at you, Kurapika. You hurt her, and there will never be an excuse for that.”

The blonde lowered his head. “…”

“… but if I didn’t help you, she would cry. You’re the most precious person to her, after all.”

He almost sounded bitter, thumb rubbing against her cheek lovingly. Kurapika stood up.

“It’s time. Pakunoda should be here shortly.”

(Name) looked at Leorio expectantly, holding onto his sleeve with her free hand. “Please, Leorio.”

Leorio’s lip trembled. “Sunshine…”

“He doesn’t want to see you, (Name).” Killua spoke up, surprising (Name) and Gon.

“Huh? Why not?” Gon asked, glancing between the three.

Killua’s eyes narrowed when (Name) placed a hand over her cast at Kurapika name.

“He… he’s just not feeling well, (Name). He’s been asleep since-“

“Please.”

(Name) looked up at Leorio, tears streaming down her face. “P-please take me to my Pika! Please!”

And god, with her begging him like that, pawing at his shirt with her uninjured hand, Leorio couldn’t say no to her.

—————

(Name) sat down next to Kurapika’s bed, humming softly as her fingers ran through his hair. Even in his sleep, her touch seemed to calm him.

“How long has he been out for?”

“Around twelve hours.”

(Name) nodded, a single tear falling to land on his cheek. “Pika… I hate seeing you like this. I wish I could see you smile at me again.”

Leorio felt his heart break in two for the girl, Gon by her side. “It’s going to be okay, (Name)! I’m sure he’ll wake up soon!”

Killua blinked, pulling back Gon to whisper to him. “Gon, use Gyo.”

The boy did as he was told, gasping. “(Name) is…”

She was using nen, a faint aura surrounding her and Kurapika. They could feel Kurapika’s aura grow stronger slowly, a far cry from the weak one they’d sensed just moments before.

“Her nen ability… is she an enhancer?” Gon asked. It was obvious that she was healing him, the nen surrounding the blonde having a gentle and sweet feeling to it.

“Maybe… it seems she’s unaware that she’s using nen right now…” Killua felt his frown deepen.

‘I don’t understand why she’s still helping him, why she still loves him after everything he’s put her through…’

Leorio had trusted Killua enough to tell him some details, but Killua being the smart boy he was, pieced together the rest.

“Kurapika… he’s being harsh towards her to push her away, it seems.”

Killua scoffed. “While I think being near him is dangerous, hurting her is unforgivable.”

“I agree… but…”

Killua’s body stiffened when he finally put the final piece in place.

‘Kurapika is the one that broke her arm.’

(Name) stayed by Kurapika’s side for nearly two days, only leaving to use the bathroom. She slept with him in bed, Leorio sighing as he covered her and the blonde up after checking on them in the middle of the night.

—————

When Kurapika awoke, (Name) couldn’t help but cry out in joy. “Kurapika, you’re-“

“What the fuck are you doing here!?”

(Name) flinched at his harsh tone, eyes gone wide. “I wanted to make sure you were okay, I-“

“Leorio, I told you I didn’t want to see her! Why the fuck is she here!?”

“Kurapika, calm down, it’s-“

(Name) wrapped her arms around him. “Kurapika, please! I don’t understand, why do you keep saying these things? Y… you’ve never treated me like this before! What did I do to make you hate me so much?”

She cried into his shirt, blubbering out apologies. Kurapika didn’t have to pretend to act sick this time, he felt like he was going to throw up. ‘She’s… she’s apologizing to me…’

“Don’t touch me.”

He pushed her away, having to hide his eyes with his hair. “You disgust me. Being near you makes me sick to my stomach. Can’t you just leave me be? You’re like some kind of stalker.”

(Name) shook her head, holding onto his hand. “You don’t mean that, Kurapika. We’re friends, and I know-“

“(Name).”

She blinked, his cold, brown eyes staring into hers.

“My mission will always come before you. Always. If, for some reason, your death could benefit me in some way, I’d let you die without hesitation.”

(Name) stared at him for a second, in shock.

“Kurapika, you’ve said too much!”

Leorio slapped him, pulling (Name) away. The blonde took the hit, not even lifting a hand to cradle his now red cheek.

He stared at his hands, tears dropping onto his clenched fists. ‘Hopefully… hopefully that was enough.’

(Name) was completely quiet, allowing Leorio to lead her outside. “What a fucking dick. (Name), are you…”

His breath hitched in his throat at her expression. It was painfully familiar, the same look she had when sitting on the edge of the platform during the third phase.

“He…”

She stared at the ground, tears streaming down her cheeks.

“He really meant that.”

Leorio pulled her into his arms, holding onto her tightly. He wanted her to sob, to be angry, she deserved that, but the only indication of (Name) still being alive was the tears that stained his suit and her beating heart.

“… I want to go home.”

——————

BACK IN THE PRESENT TIME

Kurapika glanced down at (Name) smiling softly as she leaned against his shoulder in her sleep. The smile slipped from his features when he remembered the image of her face falling when he yelled at her.

‘(Name)…’

He pulled his suit jacket over her form, looking out the window as the train continued on its journey to York New.

‘The last time we were in York New, I broke your heart.’ he thought, hand caressing her cheek. His gaze moved from the window and back to her, eyes softening when she nuzzled against him.

“Pika…”

His breath hitched. (Name) hasn’t used that name for him once since he’d returned to her life. He knew that was his own fault, but it didn’t change the fact that he missed it.

“Right here, angel.”

He pulled her a little closer, allowing himself to enjoy her comforting presence. She was still asleep, mumbling random things as she cuddled into him. ‘Is she… dreaming of me?’

His cheeks turned a light pink.

Kurapika was almost grateful for the long train ride. He’d get to spend that much more time with her, that much more time holding her, being in her presence.

And that’s all he could wish for.

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[fidothefinch]

In the Library

For Holy Server B@tman prompt: Reverse Robins AU Jason noticed the new kid the second he stepped across the library’s threshold. There was a large window, and though little Dickie was silent, he cast a shadow across Jason’s book as he passed. Rookie.

Jason turned a page nonchalantly, hoping that the kid would get bored and move on. He only half understood what his eyes were scanning as he mentally tracked Dick’s progress. Across the library. Up the shelves of the furthest case. Across the top shelf. It was the long pause that followed, Dick likely perched on the bookshelf directly behind Jason’s comfortable seat on the wingback chair, that finally made Jason nervous.

Without moving his head, he glanced at the chandelier twelve feet above. Sure, the kid was an acrobat, but he wouldn’t—

“Ha!”

It took all of Jason’s vigilante training not to jump at the sight of the feral child shooting across the ceiling. Dick had a wide grin on his face as he caught the chandelier like a pro (which he had been). The whole structure swung with his momentum, making the crystal chime.

When Jason’s heart had started to beat again, he snapped his book shut around one finger to hold his place. Pretense gone. “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked.

Dick had maneuvered himself so he hung upside-down by his knees from the lowest ring. “Did I scare you?” he asked, batting his eyelashes. Not even a hint of shame.

“You’re lucky you didn’t bring the whole thing down.”

Dick shrugged. “I’ve done it before.”

Jason raised his eyebrows. “Oh, really?” He stretched out the second word, making his interest clear.

Dick paused mid-stretch and eyed Jason, like he suddenly realized he could be dealing with a narc. “What are you reading?” he asked instead.

Jason wasn’t falling for such terrible deflection. “You could hurt yourself, and I’m not going to get in trouble for letting you. Get down from there.”

Dick grinned, and Jason didn’t realize his mistake until he swung the chandelier, gaining momentum, and launched himself across the room again. Jason reflexively stood, like he could have caught him, but Dick flipped in the air once, twice, and landed in a roll. Jason just stared flatly as the kid stood tall, arms high, and gave a grand bow.

“I get it now,” Jason said. “You’re a show off.”

Dick stuck his tongue out at him. Jason hoped that would be the end of it, but Dick bounded up to him like a puppy, all lanky limbs and boundless energy. So much energy. Was Jason ever like this when he was Dick’s age? He understood now why Tim had avoided him at first.

“What are you reading?” the puppy-eyed boy asked.

“Shakespeare.”

“For school?”

“No.”

Dick gasped. “For fun?”

Jason glowered. “Shakespeare is a master of the written word. Look,” Jason thumbed the well-loved hardback open to a dogeared page. (It had been leftover from whoever last read from it. Damian, maybe. Jason would never.) He skimmed a few lines before he found what he was looking for. “To be or not to be, that is the question—”

Dick groaned theatrically. Everything he did was theatrical, Jason was beginning to suspect. “Sounds boring.”

“A man propelled to madness by his grief and his drive for revenge, boring?” Jason took his seat again. “I think Cass still has Dick and Jane in her room, if that’s more your speed.”

Dick scowled at him, but Jason pointedly stuck his nose back into his book.

“Fine,” Dick said. The seat next to Jason rocked as Dick invited himself in, legs kicked over the armrest.

“Your elbows are digging into my side,” Jason grumbled.

Dick adjusted and flopped all the way into Jason’s lap. He was giving Jason that grin again, the one he was beginning to associate with trouble.

He could just shove Dick into the floor. But Jason was mature. So he propped his elbows on Dick’s sternum to hold his book up.

Dick wisely didn’t complain.

After reading silently for a few minutes, a small voice asked, “Can. . . I mean, would you. . . .”

Jason understood. He cleared his throat in acknowledgement, and picked up right where he had left off.

As he began to read the verse out loud, Dick melted into his lap. Jason hadn’t realized how tense he had been. Maybe he should cut the kid some slack.

After he learned about Shakespeare.

#reverse robins au #dick grayson #jason todd #batman #batfam #dc comics #fido writes

[ilovecupcakesandtea]

Me and @slipperygiraff are back with another fic!! Had a LOT of fun brainstorming this with them as always <;3 Reblogs, comments, asks etc are always appreciated and we cry over each one.

Chapter 2

*BANG BANG*   The knock at the door startled Eddie from his game. 

“Get the door, will you Eds?” Wayne shouted from the kitchen “I’m too busy.”

Eddie put his switch down and walked over to open the door revealing a young woman standing on the other side. “Can I  help you?” he asked her. 

“I’m looking to speak to Wayne Munson,” The woman answered. 

“What did you do now boy?” Wayne asked, looking at Eddie as he came up behind him. 

“My names Mary, I’m from child protective services. May I come in?” The lady replied.

“Hate to break it to you but I aged out of the system years ago.” Eddie sighed.

“I’m here about another child, please can we discuss this inside?” Mary stressed. 

“Sure” Eddie said, standing aside to let the woman in. 

All three adults moved to the living room and sat down. 

“So last month Al Munson left a baby at a fire station and signed away his parental responsibility. Apparently the mom isn't in the picture and hasn't been since the baby was born. Her name is Jane and she’s almost 6 months old. She’s spent a few weeks in emergency foster care but we would like to place her permanently with a family, ideally we would like to place her with her biological family.” Mary explained. 

“No, absolutely not. We have no room to raise a child here. I’m already sleeping on a damn pull-out, where do you expect “ Wayne started to say. 

“We’ll take her, we can make it work. I’ll work extra and move out. I can take her with me then. I’ll raise her.” Eddie interrupted. 

“Boy, this is a massive thing to take on” Wayne said softly to him.

“I know, but this baby, my little sister apparently, is already in the system. I can't stand the idea of her going between homes for as long as it takes for her to get adopted. She’ll grow up thinking she isn't loved, I know how that feels, I can't allow that to happen to her. I promise I'll look after her, I'll move out as soon as I can, it’ll be a few weeks, just please, she needs to be with family.” Eddie pleaded. 

The silence that followed was deafening. Eddie's words had clearly had an impact on Wayne. 

“Ok” Wayne nodded “When can we get her?” he asked. 

“She’s actually already in the car. We would have been dropping her off with another family if you had said no.” Mary answered. 

Mary went outside and returned a few moments later with a baby in a car seat and a diaper bag over her arm, followed by someone else who Eddie assumed was from CPS, carrying a bag full of diapers, food, more clothes and a travel cot. 

They spent the next couple of hours talking everything through. Making them both aware of everything they needed to know to look

A couple of weeks later Eddie was exhausted. Working as many shifts as he could at the local auto shop, looking after a baby and making sure Wayne did as little as possible to look after her.

By the time Jane had been with them a couple of weeks she had a new name, Nova, and was settling in very well and was overall a very good baby. Happy to spend a lot of time playing and watching what was going on around her. The trailer was cramped with the addition of a baby and all of the things that they come with. The parents in the trailer park had been really supportive and turned up with any spare clothes that they had a handful of toys and other things a baby may need. 

One of the moms in the park who stayed at home to look after her own baby had offered to look after Nova as well whilst Eddie worked. Eddie always made sure Nova was sent with food and a full bag of spare clothes and diapers. As payment Eddie also looked after both babies on a Saturday and gave the mom what little spare money he had left after everything. He could never tell Aimee how much her help was appreciated, She’d made him working and starting to make a life for him and Nova possible.    

It was night number 3 of having a cranky baby, a cranky Eddie and almost no sleep. Nova was teething and with every tooth that was cut, it seemed to chip away at Eddie’s sanity a little more. It was 3am on night two of no sleep and Eddie had tried everything. Teething rings had been thrown back at him, his fingers had taken a biting, she’d ripped at his hair and he was exhausted. Nova was currently lying in her cot fussing and biting her fist. Eddie had sung every nursery rhyme and lullaby he knew. He had one trick left, recently he had noticed Nova was very interested in ‘dragon slayer’, his acoustic guitar, whenever he played it. He grabbed it now and sat down beside her crib with his back against it and started to play a soft melody, making it up as he went along. It took a while but Nova started to settle finally and stopped being so fussy, slowly drifting off to sleep as Eddie carried on playing. At some point the guitar slipped from his hands and he was dead asleep against the crib, Nova fast asleep next to him in it. 

Eddie startled awake and realised he was leant against the crib, his immediate reaction was to turn and check on Nova, only to find she wasn't there. Stumbling to his feet he looked around the room, as though a 7 month old baby could have climbed out of the crib and was wandering around their shared room. He ran out of the bedroom and was greeted with a site that had him stopping in his tracks. True to his word Eddie had been the one to do all of the looking after Nova when he was home. He stood in the hallway in between the bedroom and kitchen and just took in what he was seeing. He could see Wayne feeding Nova who was sitting in her highchair. It wasn’t Wayne feeding Nova that gave Eddie reason to pause, but the look he had on his face as he did it. Such fondness for the little human in front of him was evident. 

For such a tiny little thing it seemed Nova held both Munson men’s hearts in her hand and they were both totally wrapped around her little finger. 

“Morning,” Eddie said, finally breaking his trance and walking towards the kitchen. “What time is it?” he asked. 

“A little after 5, I came home early, went to the toilet but heard little Miss here kicking her legs around like a gooden so I looked in and she was awake and you were sound asleep. Thought I'd just take her and get her changed and fed ready for the day.” Wayne replied simply, shrugging. “I’d hoped you’d sleep for longer though boy, I know you haven't been sleeping.” 

“I’ll get some bits done and then get some more sleep when she naps in a few hours, I'll be ok.” Eddie stated, walking into the kitchen to fix himself a coffee. “Oh shh…ugar, we’re out of milk” Eddie sighed “Want me to finish feeding her and then take her to the store?” He asked, nodding at Nova, who was happily eating oatmeal with mashed banana and making a mess with it as she felt the need to spread it all over her face and the highchair tray. 

“No, you just go and get yourself washed up and dressed and get yourself out of the house for some breakfast and pick up some groceries. I’m sure I can look after a baby for a few hours. Kept you alive for over 10 years haven’t I?” Wayne answered by shooing Eddie away with a spoon. 

20 minutes later Eddie was showered and dressed, getting ready to head out to a diner before hitting up the grocery store. Just as he was about to leave everything started to shake, Eddie moved towards Wayne, who had already picked Nova up and pulled her close to him and then everything stopped. Looking around Eddie  noticed that a few things had fallen from their shelves and had broken and some furniture had either toppled over or moved. 

“Everyone ok?” Eddie asked, continuing his walk to Wayne and Nova, who was screaming as loud as her lungs would allow, as soon as he was in reaching distance Nova started to squirm to get away from Wayne and to get to Eddie. 

“Yeah we’re ok” Wayne answered as he handed over the baby. “Lets get cleaned up and then you can head out like you planned” 

“Absolutely not, I'm not going anywhere on my own now. What if it happens again? What if something happens to her because I wanted breakfast alone. Nope. I’ll head out with her once we’ve cleaned up.” Eddie protested, shaking his head.

An hour later when Nova was settled again strapped to Eddie's chest and the trailer had been cleaned with the furniture righted, Eddie tried to get Nova ready to leave the house. 

“And what do you think you’re doing with my grandbaby? I told you she’s staying here with me whilst you go and enjoy some time without worrying about work or her.” Wayne declared, taking Nova off Eddie. “No go”

Eddie continued to hang around the trailer doing what odd things he could, the pillows had been fluffed and straightened 3 times, he’d changed his bedding and put the washer on. He’d also made sure that Nova’s changing bag was fully stocked. 

“Boy, if you don’t get out of here soon I'm going to kick you out. Go.” Wayne finally huffed a further hour later. 

“Ok ok,” Eddie sighed, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Call me if you need me to come back. Please.” Eddie said as he picked up his jacket, throwing it on and leaving the trailer. 

Making up his mind for him, his stomach gave a very loud growl. First stop, breakfast. 

After a breakfast of pancakes, smoked bacon with plenty of maple syrup and 2 cups of strong coffee later Eddie felt a little more human again. Time for grocery shopping.

Walking into the store Eddie started to make a mental list of things that they needed. Milk, formal for the bottle that Nova still had at night, bread, nappies, always nappies, how many could a child get through?! More of the oatmeal she was currently loved. Standing in the cereal aisle Eddie was staring at the different kinds of cereal, debating which to pick up for himself and Wayne. 

He was too tired to really put much thought into, well anything really, which is why it's not surprising that a “Hey Eddie” coming from beside him made him jump a little. 

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things #steddie dads #steddie fic #steddie fandom #steddie fanfic #steddie fanfiction #I want to be better than they were

[icabrth]

found family

pairings: platonic!jesse pinkman x fem!reader

summary: you lose your sister, Jane, to overdose and her druggie boyfriend takes you under his wing.

a/n: this is my first imagine ever so it sucks but I need to practice my writing lol

warnings: death (overdose), drug mentions&usage, probably a lot of typos…

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“Jane! Jane- no, please!–“ your desperate cries were futile as your sister’s body laid unconscious in your arms. Puke splattered around face sticking to her hair. Sweat dripping down from her forehead, and the discoloring in her face making her almost unrecognizable.

You’d only ever imagined this scenario in your nightmares, you never thought it’d happen.

You had been living with her for a few years now. Spending all your tween years under her custody, you were now fifteen. Jane had become more like an actual parents than your real ones. She helped you with your homework, cooked meals for you, you talked about boys, she kept you away from boys. You had such an idealistic relationship, and now it was all gone. You had come home from school to find the two of them in bed. Nothing could have prepared you for the sight before you.

You had stayed like this for a long time, trying every method you knew of to wake her up – but she was dead. The man next to you, Jane’s tenant, dealer or boyfriend… you weren’t sure. Though, it didn’t matter now. Jane was dead and it was his fault. As far as you knew, she was getting better. But then he came and dragged her right back to the bottom.

“What is wrong with you!” You screamed at him, refusing to let go of her. He stood beside the bed with that same, frozen look he’d had ever since you found them. Not moving, not talking.

“You killed her! You killed my sister, you crazy fucking bitch- fuck you!” Eyes swollen from all the crying. “Jane.” You said finally. Words mushing together with your face pressed against her chest. You wailed like a toddler not getting her way. You eventually got up, your cold gaze meeting his. You noticed his tired, red eyes. And for a split second, you felt bad for him. But the feeling left as quickly as it came.

Jesse wasn’t sure what to do in this situation, still mourning this loss of his girlfriend. Just like you, he had loved her. He loved her more than anything else in this world. So he could do nothing but stand there when the love of his life’s little sister repeatedly hit him in the chest, yelling cruel obscenities.

You eventually grew tired of yelling, your throat becoming sore and your eyes began to try out. Your mind felt fuzzy as you stopped your fit as you suddenly collapsed in his chest. He acted quickly, wrapping his arms around you.

“I’m so sorry.” Was all he said. The two of you stayed like that for a while before you left the house. It was late at night by now, but you couldn’t sleep in the same house as her. Though, you couldn’t really sleep anyway.

It had been a few weeks since your sister’s death and you were a complete mess. Jesse had offered you’d stayed with him and you hesitantly agreed, not having anywhere else to go. You insisted on sleeping in the living room, though. You simply couldn’t bare to be in the same room, the same bed, she’d died.

“No, dad I’m not going to live with you— don’t act like you care–“ Jesse lay in bed listening to you talking on the phone. He couldn’t properly explain it, but he felt somehow responsible for you after Jane’s death, knowing you were her younger sister. And though he was still coping with her death, he knew about you guys’ relationship with your dad and therefor he knew Jane wanted him to take care of you. “—I don’t know, I’ll figure it out!”.

He sighed as he realized you’d finally hung up, you’d been at this for what felt like hours – arguing in circles, going nowhere. He heard you shuffling through his stuff and he got up to see what you were doing, following the noise.

The two of you didn’t communicate a lot; he had his drug business (which you didn’t know about) and you had school. He’d order some kind of Uber eats and you’d eat it in silence. But you did know something was up. His expensive clothes, seemingly endless drug supply, suspicious phone calls and money made you think.

Currently, you were on the floor, rummaging through his stash, looking for some kind of stimulants. Something to make you forget about your life and make you feel good again. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder, pulling you back while simultaneously ripping to box away from you.

“What the fuck are you doing– are you insane?!” Jesse yelled at you, now kneeling in front of you with both his hands gripped tightly onto your shoulders. His wide, bloodshot eyes forming a manic expression. “Hey, stop! It’s none of your busi–“

“None of my business?— it’s my fucking drugs! You’re what 15? You’re not touching none of this!” His anger died down instantly, replaced by a look of pity. He moved his hands from your shoulders to your hands and held them firmly. You looked away, struggling to maintain your stone cold expression as your lower lip began to quiver with emotion. The yelling died down and you were once again back in the position you were in two months ago.

“Promise m– hey! Hey, look at me!” He said desperately, his eyes searching for yours. You reluctantly look at him with tears swelling in your eyes. “Promise me you’ll never do this again, ok?”

Another month passed by and the two of you were getting closer, finding out you had more in common than you thought. You were super into comics and he liked drawing comic characters. You played a lot of games together (mario kart/run, fall guys, cod). And you bonded over Jane’s death together, understanding each others pain.

“Hey, can you ready the batter? I’ll cook it and set the table.” Jesse said, pouring some margarine in the pan. Rays of sunlight were shining through the blinds and the sound of birds chattering could be heard. You’d heard the phrases “better days are coming” and “there is a light at the end of the tunnel” continuously for the past year, but you never actually believed it. Now that summertime was nearing you were actually starting to feel better about your life.

You took a second to take it all in, how much better your life had finally turned around. He slapped you in the back of your head lightly, bringing you out of your trance. “Yo, anyone in there? Earth to ___!” You laughed in response, slapping him with your apron.

#breaking bad #breaking bad x reader #jesse pinkman #jesse pinkman x reader #jesse pinkman x you #platonic #x reader #teen reader

[djservo]

HELLO 😁🤭😋 in my being young hot and sexy moment i almost forgot and checking the calendar was a jumpscare! but i’m here, once again asking for your book wrap up. how was your september reading? (spoiler: mine was awful) horror on the horizon for october? awaiting the deets

always with the end-of-month jumpscares!! I feel like I've only just processed the ending of august, probably bc it was packed to the brim but STILL! crazy!! very solid reads this month, I'll give her (september) that

Cool For You by Eileen Myles

got deja vu while reading and bc it reminded me of Eileen by Ottessa Moshfegh bc they both work in medical institutions and have this similar demeanor towards work so i was like? is Eileen based on Eileen Myles?? but I enjoyed this one far more, really dug her style of writing and generally autofiction as a genre lately. it's like the best of both worlds of more intimate-feeling fiction and memoir without this fragile energy an author sometimes carries when trying to frame their life as accurately as possible. I like how experimental it can get with the form of a novel in a way I thought Myles did seamlessly like all the jumping around different stages of her life really worked for me because there was a nice rhythm to it all. plus her writing voice is just so effortlessly charming + funny + playful, she could make anything sound interesting I'm sure. one of my favorite lines:

“I was a funny and stupid girl—Jesus sliding on a banana peel in the temple."

little silly tidbits like that, I can't not smile!

I Wished by Dennis Cooper

it's crazy to me that I've only started Cooper this year because his writing is so ridiculously special to me now. I was gonna hold off on this one til I've read more of his early poetry, but I think it was actually fitting to follow up my journey with the George Miles cycle with this as it was kinda like a self-reflection on the cycle. now having read several books by him, I realize the necessity of the digesting period each one needs because of how much more I get out of them the longer I ruminate, far removed from a freshly-read state to fully comprehend the piece as a whole if that makes sense. I don't even wanna read my previous blurbs about the cycle books because, though I remember loving them instantly, I'm sure my interpretations were barely scratching the surface of what/how I feel about them now,.... I feel like i've just talked myself into a circle/I've totally lost my grip LMAO but this was very sweet and sad and funny and sad again and it's just a miracle to me how striking his writing is even with how succinct it can be. absolutely beautiful!!

Quarry by Jane White

damn these boys are fucked up !!! I won't get too deep bc a lot of my thoughts come from the climax/ending of this book and I don't wanna spoil in case you ever read, but there's a funny formality running through it all that becomes funnier with every unfolding + atrocious act. surprisingly a lot of gay + incestuous subtext going on that my friend and I kept texting each other during reading like "did I really just read that ..." there were so many layers and dynamics to pick apart, far more than either of us were expecting I think. twas a fun and twisted time and makes me excited to continue on with this theme!!

I think I mentioned before that Quarry was the start of a planned trio, so Lord of the Flies is next which I guess is sorta fitting for October. I was just remembering how I read Jekyll & Hyde last October and am debating if I wanna do another classic (eyeing Frankenstein) or maybe American Psycho finally to dip my toes into Bret Easton Ellis... unsure if I wanna be simply entertained or wholly unsettled, will maybe try and find a perfect in-between balance ⚖️

#asks #cheesehair #reads

[huggybug]

can you do something when poppy goes on her first date and how the guys react?

happy dilf day!

“Be home by 10” Poppy was on the way out the door on her first date while you and Trevor tried not to laugh at how nervous she was. It was something you had to talk Trevor into letting her do. When she first told you, she begged you to not tell her dad but since he was in town the night of the date, you couldn’t exactly keep it from him.

“Absolutely not” He scoffed before going back to helping Lucas tape his stick.

“Trevor-”

“Dad!” Poppy yelled at the same time as you, pinching her younger brother when he mocked her in a ridiculously high pitched voice.

“You’re not going, end of story” Poppy looked to you, hoping you’d be able to help her out.

“Babe, they want to go to a movie, it’s hardly anything to worry about” Poppy already told you that her date was to the new Marvel movie, it really seemed innocent enough.

“You say that like we didn’t go on movie dates all the time… actually-”

“Trev!” You cut him off abruptly which makes him smirk.

“Gross” Poppy shivers and you roll your eyes. “Mom already said I could go so it doesn’t really matter what you say” Your eyes widen and Trevor looks at you in shock.

“It’s inevitable babe, she’s not going to stay in our house forever”

“I know that… I’m okay with her going on dates… when she’s 18” He thought he was being reasonable but Poppy’s shriek of outraged begged to differ.

It took a long argument discussion to get Trevor on board but eventually you managed to make it happen and now he was cooperating being supportive.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” You call which makes her roll her eyes, something you can’t see since she’s facing away from you.

“You got pregnant at 16” Trevor said under his breath and you smacked him.

“Shut up”

…

Poppy’s date went well but, much to her displeasure, your family was leaving for the summer at the end of the month which meant she would be away from her boy for two whole months.

“Can’t we just stay here for another week?”

“Yeah sure, do you want to tell you father that we’re staying so you can hang out with a boy or do you want me to?” You asked sarcastically.

“If you could, that’d be great” She smiled and you shook your head, making sure she knew that was never going to happen.

“Since I feel a little bad… and I’m a good mom, I’ll cover for you once a day around your uncles” Poppy was already preparing herself to be around the guys again. Knowing her dad who was horrible at keeping secrets, there was no way she’d get through the whole summer without them finding out about her little date.

“Wow thanks”

You didn’t have to cover very much in the end because wishing the first couple days, the secret was out.

“Hey P, who’s Max Parker?” Your head whips to the side to look at Alex and you can tell Poppy’s expression mirrors yours when Jack and Cole look at you weirdly.

“Where- How-” She stutters and your eyes go wide when Trevor and Lucas start laughing.

“Poppy Jane do you have a boyfriend?” Jack asks and you’re honestly surprised at how quickly they put it together.

“He’s not my boyfriend…”

“Yet!” Lucas shouts and Poppy glares at him.

“What?” Cole asks.

“Trevor! How could you allow this? I thought we had an agreement” Jack turns to his best friend and you raise an eyebrow at that.

“An agreement?” You ask, “Jack she’s not your child”

The boys were all arguing now, Trevor was defending himself and claiming that you pressured him into letting Poppy go while Jack yelled at him. Cole and Alex were listening intently, picking their sides and then joining in on the fight.

“I’m out of here” Poppy got up and ran upstairs which only made Cole chase after her, asking if he can say hi to her boyfriend over facetime.

“How did you even find his name? Are you stalking teenagers now Turcs?” Trevor asks, clearly amused with the situation.

Alex laughed, “No the kid followed me on instagram and I saw that she followed him”

“If you guys act like that you’ll never meet her boyfriend, might not even get an invite to her wedding” You shook your head as you turned your attention to your phone.

“WEDDING?”

“Y/n, don’t even joke about that, she is way too young” Jack was appalled which made you laugh.

#happy dilf day! #trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #trevor zegras blurb #dad au #poppy zegras #anaheim ducks #hockey writing #nhl players #hockey fic #nhl fanfiction

[yakumtsaki]

How you holding up, Reggie? 

-I’m alright, Ether should pick up later in the day. 

NOT ABOUT THE CRYPTO MARKET, ABOUT YOUR BREAK UP

-Oh I got over that, life goes on.

Normally I’d be like ‘how can you be over it, it was 4 hours ago’, but you know what, I believe you.

Unlike Reginald, Eliza is having some difficulty moving on, as she apparently forgot that Reginald just caught her cheating and attempted to kiss him at the crack of dawn?? Liz wtf.

-New day, new me! -We’re broken up, Eliza. -Well I didn’t agree to that!  -You don’t have to agree to it! -Oh really?! Let’s see how this argument holds up in court for you. 

Liz, not that I don’t love watching you be a complete lunatic, but we have more urgent matters to deal with aka-

-THE FUCKING GLITCHED BUTLER IS GONNA CRASH THE LOT AGAIN. Bro what is my problem, I’m as addicted to hiring butlers as Reginald is to the ‘give financial advice on the internet’ action. 

Like I straight up had to trap him with Eliza inside a fence so she could fire him but then I immediately hired a new one! But it’s ok, I really feel Glitched Butler #7 is gonna be the one that goes the distance.

It’s Sophito’s Find Potential Dates By The Pavement Day! Ah, it seems like yesterday Cyn was in college and I was doing this with her💗 Are we ever gonna stop being degenerates💗 We begin with Jane Stacks..

..then Jimmy Phoenix passes by..

..then Roxie Sharpe! Ok everyone, it’s first-come-first-served, so form an orderly line, please.

Our Jane date goes pretty well, despite a devastating lack of chemistry.

-Oh Sophito, being on this magical kitchen-swimwear date with you is almost making me forget about Castor! -Castor? My uncle Castor? -HE’S NOT YOUR UNCLE, THAT SLUT BRITTANY BABY TRAPPED HIM

Ya ok, that’s enough out of you, Jane Stacks, move it along.  

It’s Jimmy time! Man I love Jimbo’s face, Sophito would you consider getting knocked up by him so we can get his genes? You don’t have to marry him! 

-Why should I be the one who gets knocked up??

I just told you, former-genius, so you don’t have to marry him and we can just leave him in college.

-Ya I’d much rather marry him, knock him up, and proceed to ruin his life. That’s the Union way! 

God whatever, forget about it. You’re the worst. 

-Oh Sophito, you’re so hot! -I know, but there’s someone even hotter here! -Me? :D -No, Roxie Sharpe, so let’s get this date over with so I can move on to her.

The. WORST.

Roxie had actually left by the time the Jimmy date ended and Sugar wanted to throw a party, so I was like ok, let’s invite all our dormie ‘friends’ and Sophito can go on a date with one of them. Unfortunately the dormies created a lusting-over-Sophito traffic jam and trapped Stacy there for like 1 hour while she was trying to get to class.

-Can I PLEASE just pass through? -Oh Sophito, please take me on a magical kitchen date! -No, take me, take me!

CLAIRE

-What? It’s totally harmless! Sugar and I aren’t even exclusive yet!

Does Sugar know that?

-I’m sure he does, subconsciously!

Boy do I want to find Sugar someone more dependable aka someone like Stacy, but he’s OBSESSED with Claire-

-literally all he does all day is a) follow Claire around, b) woohoo with Claire, c) throw engagement wants about Claire, d) do the cha-cha with Claire. You really can’t fight those 3 bolts!!

Other than Claire’s Sophito heartfarting, this is going shockingly great for a Sugar party???

June finally banged Erik..

Sophito keeps driving his remote control car into Wilfred and Eliza..

..(I’m not kidding)..

..Even Reginald is having fun! I just wish it wasn’t with Half-Alien Professor aka HIS FATHER’S FORMER LOVER (who doesn’t have her alien eyes anymore because I deleted a bunch of eyesets) BUT WHAT CAN YOU DO.

-Oh Half-Alien Professor, I feel so strangely connected to you.. What’s her name again?

It’s Trista and I hate that I remember it-

-BUT NOT AS MUCH AS I HATE WHATEVER THE FUCK THIS IS. REGINALD WHAT THE FUCK

-My recent experience with Eliza proved to me that I need an emotionally mature woman.

WE CAN FIND YOU ONE WHO DIDN’T USE TO BANG YOUR DAD

OK SERIOUSLY STOP

SERIOUSLY STOP. 

I’M NEVER THROWING A SUGAR PARTY AGAIN

#gen 3 #ts2

[carmzzjk]

Second chance at love 🤍

Warnings: ☆smut ☆insecurities ☆bulling ☆manipulation ☆eating disorder ☆body shaming ☆depression ☆ toxic

- 🤍Pure fan fiction meaning not real. Original characters made by chenn. Hope you enjoy, follow and tell me your thoughts🤍

Chapter 1: ☆ It starts with a name ☆

🎧🎧🎧🎧

Walking around endlessly in a hall filled with tall figures and small whines of torture. Jane felt her self grow hopeless, why on earth was finding a classroom so difficult? Shouldn’t it be the easiest to do if everything was labeled? Then why couldn’t Jane find it, close to giving up she let her eyes wonder to the lines on the floor.

Counting the lines, letting herself relax and ignore the world around her. As nice as it felt, she didn’t realize it would cost her. Her body hit warmth and soon hit back down to freezing cold. Groaning as she allowed her brain to register the world once again, her eyes were met with a hand.

A long and a shade lighter then her own waited in the air. Tempted to feel the warmth once again she allowed her hand to reach. Grabbing a hold of the hand she felt her body receive such warmth she hadn’t felt in a while. It felt nice, but she couldn’t stand in silence like she so desperately wished.

“I’m so sorry!” She quickly apologized,  her voice sounding pitchy and unrecognizable. But she couldn’t seem to care after he heard his, “it’s okay.” His voice was nothing but absolutely perfect. A sweet like honey pitch but at the same time deep like the ocean.

But his voice wasn’t the only deep like factor. His eyes where something far more beautiful then she could ever imagine. A pretty dark blue that reminded her of the beaches down at her parents home town. But along with such beauty came a sense of familiarity. “Have I seen you before?” She couldn’t help but ask, his eyes bought such warmth it wasn’t possible this was the first she’s seen them.

“I’m not sure, I can’t recall ever seeing you before.” He simply answered but the warmth was still very present. Could he be a new warmth? All so soon?

“O-oh never mind then. I must’ve mistaken.” She felt embarrassed but she swear she’s seen him before. Why else would she feel that feeling after pushing it deep inside for so long?

“No worries, are you knew?” He asked kindly as he moved them both closer to the wall and not in the middle of the hallway.

“Yeah, I was just in a hurry since I couldn’t find my classroom.” The girl said offering a smile and her schedule, hoping he would help her.

Taking a look at it he smiled “it looks we have the same class. Maybe I can take you?”

“Oh yes please!” She spoke excitedly as she followed right behind him. It felt so right yet so wrong all at the same time.

They walked a peaceful trail and occasionally asked questions. Maybe he could be her friend. She was knew after all and lost. Maybe he could be her lead?

Reaching the classroom he left her and went to sit down. Going up to the teacher she asked softly for a seat. Getting to sit just across the boy she felt giddy. Maybe she could get closer to her new friend.

Class was obviously boring, what did you expect when taking college algebra? Luckily for her the boy next to her spoke to her kindly. He was handsome and had a sweet smile. Maybe this school wasn’t too bad. :)

Lunch rolled around and the girl could feel the loneliness seep into her. She made a few friends here and there but none she could converse outside of a lesson. Looking down at her locket she held it close and whispered. “Please help me do better.” With that said she threw her lunch away and walked out. Not wanting to witness the close nit friendships that parade their groups like they owned the very same cafeteria.

Walking around as music played in her ears she let her mind drift from many things, like her old school, old friends and lastly something different, something new…

Then suddenly the boy from earlier this morning stood in front of her. His soft lips moving but no sound was heard through the loudness in her ears. Quickly taking the one out “I’m so sorry what did you say?”

He chuckled at her but nonetheless repeated himself “I was wondering how your day has been going?.” Should she tell him honestly? That he entered her mind and hasn’t left soon or should she-

“You shouldn’t play the music so loud it could damage your ears.” He softly said using his hand to lower the volume of her headphone. Sweet was all she could think from his words. Displaying such kindness to a person he just meet made her awe in foundness. The people here were oh so kind to her, almost made her miss her old place. It felt nice to be cared for once again. “It’s going okay just a little lonely.” She never liked to share her true feelings, never wanting to feel like a burden but feeling herself feel that warmth once again let her spill. How would he react if he saw her spill so easily to another cup. Would he feel jealous? Or would he be proud?

“Oh I’m sorry, it’s a bit tough to make friends here. Everyone already knows people from the beginning. But I’m sure you’ll find a tight group to call your own. But if you’ll like maybe after school you can hang around me? Im not the most fun but if it eases your loneliness I’d love too.”

Without even thinking she couldn’t help but agree. Give a hurt animal some warmth and it will jump right in without a second thought. She wanted and craved such warmth that it didn’t matter. “Yeah I would love to hang out with you after school.” She answered honestly and let her heart feel at ease.

“Awsome. I’m Eliot by the way.” A soft smile that seemed so sweet and innocent, she felt herself mirrored it perfectly.

“I’m Jane.”

A introduction to a new life Jane hoped allowed her to stay. A life with no regrets or second thoughts. A life without “him”.

#fanfic #small town rp #kpop boys #kpop male oc #love triangle #txt #yeonjun #beomgyu #bookaholic #faceclaim #smut tw #tw disordered eating #toxic #love at first sight #loveislove

[dearamericaroyaldiaries]

It’s a double feature and Choices were made at Scholastic.

The Winter of Red Snow, 1777-1778, Abigail Jane Stewart

and

Cannons at Dawn, 1779-1781, Abigail Jane Stewart

By: Kristiana Gregory

Protagonist Age: 11-15/16

Started- 10/17/2022 and 10/19/2022

Finished- 10/19/2022 and 10/24/2022

Summary:

The first installment in this duology starts with Abigail Jane Steward just living her life with her parents, older sister, younger sister, and brand new baby brother with the Continental Army rolls in to winter at Valley Forge.

She witnesses the tough conditions and harsh reality face while having access to major historical figures and events. Her and her older sister (15ish I think) sew coats for soldiers in the hopes of Catching a Man and the family takes in a pregnant teen widow who they (appear?) to essentially adopt (but she all but disappears in the sequel).

Hope is high and everyone is happy when Spring and Summer come, the army leaving as the temperatures rise. END BOOK ONE!

The only direct sequel in the series picks up almost six months after the last one with Papa having left to join the Continental Army. That night their house burns down so they go to Philly to live with cousins who aren’t there anymore so they stay with a random widow.

They decide to find Papa and follow the army but big sister decides to stay to be close to her soldier boy which results in a letter a couple of months later that she is pregnant and married now. Following the army is miserable and taxing. There are lots of time jumps but by the time our 13 year old protagonist is 15, she’s married and has a baby around her 16th birthday but the war is over. HUZZAH!

#ReadingThoughts

Timeout. I’m guessing that sunrise would have been about 7:30-8:00 ish and they have been up since 4:30? And it took Papa that long to get back with the midwife but Abigail can see the midwife’s house? So it must only be a few miles at most. I suppose weather and road conditions were a factors but this timeline seems suspect. This would not be a solid alibi in a court of law.

Was there a grade system based on age in the 1770s colonial school system or is this a contrivance to make connections with the intended readers?

IT IS A 28 MINUTE WALK FROM THE STEWART HOUSE TO MRS. HEWES? Why did it take a wagon HOURS to make the round trip?

I don't like what they’re doing with how Billy Lee (enslaved by the Washingtons) talks. He is directly reports to General Washington and we don’t need to make him sound like he’s in Gone With the Wind.I am suddenly worried for future books...

What “private underthings” do they have besides shirts and trousers? Breeches that look like trousers and cover about the same amount of skin? It’s not like they have 18th century briefs.

The concept of bounty shirts and coats amuses me. “Ah yes. I will sew something and embroider my name in it so then whoever gets it (who will of course be a handsome soldier boy) MUST fall madly in love with me.”

I don’t think knickers weren’t a thing yet. They were breeches.

I don’t think that Martha Washington spent this much time in the kitchen.

We're bonnets a thing in the 1770s? I know caps and hats were but I'm not sure about bonnets. And at this point I don't think caps tied under the chin like they might have in the past. The style doesn't really allow for it.

Sister Sally wants to pet the stray cat. I am Sally.

Oh sister Elizabeth. You may be barking up the wrong tree. I don't think any young man serving directly under von Steuben is going to want to settle down with you.

Were beards in style? Were they fashionable?

I love the image of Alexander Hamilton yelling swear words as he's translating because von Steuben is pissed off.

I feel bad for Elizabeth that the dog is wearing the coat that she made for Pierre but that's kinda funny. Wrong. Tree.

And for the sequel. Buckle up.

Why are they sharing a bed with Mama? Nevermind. It helps if I keep reading.

Where are teen mom 1 Helen and baby Olivia... Nevermind. Found 'em.

Campbell!? I believe that is Abigail's future married name if I remember my epilogue correctly. Is there a romance afoot!?

We have a love interest, folks! I repeat, we have a love interest. I feel he's too old but he hasn't shown any intent yet so he's on thin fucking ice.

Ah. We're explain away things from the first book in a hand wavey way. Got ha.

ELIZABETH! NO WEDDING? ONLY A QUICK PRONOUNCEMENT? BECAUSE YOU'RE PREGNANT!? Teen mom 2 alert!

Sir. I know where this is headed but I need you to stop flirting with a 13 year old immediately.

A hat's a hat. I don't think tricorn hats had political affiliations before slogans were being printed on then.

You're so worried about Willie not having a hat, Abigail, when you passed up a perfectly serviceable hat one entry ago.

I'm confused. On 114 Benedict Arnold is court-martialed but here he's been given command of West Point? Will verify.

I know why he (Benedict Arnold) won't give the okay for repairs.

#PapistPineBoughs

No one, including her mother, thought to check on why the pregnant teen felt like shit on the march? I mean, all that moving and walking must have been good for inducing labor but come on. Also, teen mom 3.

Okay. She just feels shitty. That doesn't automatically mean pregnant. Yeah, you ruled out other symptoms but that's a leap. At this point can they 100% confirm pregnancy before the baby moves? Teen mom 4

You'd best work to keep those feet dry or else you'll have trench foot.

Thoughts on the Afterward

Nothing groundbreaking. It was sweet that they noted that after Abigail dies her soldier boy got sick and dies (of a broken heart).

Overall Thoughts After Reading

It's fine. Nothing compelling. I was also singing Hamilton whenever a figure from the show appeared. It also really made me sad that von Steuben isn't in the play given that he was close with Hamilton.

I think Kristiana Gregory does a fine job but there's not much else to say.

This is one of the books I read as a wee thing so there's some fondness but I didn't remember a ton except the 40 egg cake and bleaching laundry with piss.

The epilogue is juicy enough but I'll be interested to see how the next book ends.

As for the sequel, I wouldn't say that the Revolution is painted in a glowing light but it was certainly Right and Just.

The think I'm stuck on is the 4 teen pregnancies. You can't really get into sex and pregnancy in a book for middle readers so why? It's unnecessary for 15, 16, 17 year olds (ages taken with a grain of salt) to be married and pregnant. 1 I'll allow but I don't thing that was the norm, even in the colonies. I would have ages everyone up 5 years, then you don't have an 18 year old flirting (albeit inadvertently and without sexual intent but still flirting) with a 13 year old or a barely 15 year old getting married and having a baby at 16. But aging Abigail up doesn't fit with the audience. This just makes me want an edgier show/series where it's the same premise, but it's aimed at adults so we can take on more serious issues

Rating Scale

Book 1: 7/10 Bounty Coats

Book 2: 4/10 pregnant teens (Which is the same number mentioned between the two books?

Other Possible Contenders: caps not bonnets, chamber pots to bleach laundry, unpleasant sounding marches

Photo Credit:

Cover: Still me!

#Read with Me #History Fun Times #Dear America #American Revolution #Historical Fiction

[marvelmaniac715]

Chucky Orphan AU: Loosely based on the movie. You’ll have to guess how Orphan inspired this fic :)…

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Jane and Eric Brown nervously glanced at each other as they prepared themselves to ring the doorbell. They’d wanted to adopt a child for a long time, but they hadn’t been able to until today. Today, they’d meet the child that they’d take home and raise as their own. They were both so anxious, they’d prepared so much for this day, but what if they didn’t find the right child? There was only one way to know for sure. With a few deep breaths, they rang the doorbell and waited for it to open.

The door was answered by an elderly nun, who squinted at them through thick-rimmed spectacles. When she recognised them, she smiled kindly and ushered them inside.

“Most of the children are in the garden if you’d like to follow me outside.”

Excitedly, the couple made their way through the orphanage, stopping when they heard the sound of a piano softly playing in the distance. Eric tapped the nun on the shoulder to get her attention.

“You said that the children were outside, but who’s playing the piano?”

The nun smiled again, nodding in acknowledgement and turning to face the sound.

“I said most of the children, but one child is more… introverted them the others. Would you like to meet him?”

Jane and Eric immediately agreed, they were introverts themselves, they wouldn’t be able to keep up with a more athletic child, perhaps a more quiet, introverted child would be more their speed?

As soon as the couple agreed, they were led into a brightly lit room filled with children’s watercolour paintings. In the centre was a large piano, and sitting on a bench in front of it was a small red-headed boy. He couldn’t have been any older than eight or nine, but he played beautifully. He was wearing a brown trench coat that made him look even smaller than he was, and the collar obscured most of his head, leaving only a tiny patch of red curls peeking over the top.

When it seemed as if the boy was finished playing, the nun tapped him on the shoulder to gain his attention. It took a moment, but when he eventually turned around, he gave Jane and Eric a bright smile. The couple were immediately struck by his bright blue eyes and rosy red cheeks. His eyes held a maturity that seemed strange in a boy his age, but his smile was so charming they quickly put that out of their minds.

“Hello, I’m Charles, but everyone calls me Charlie. What can I do for you?”

The boy’s voice was strangely gravelly. It sounded like he smoked twelve packs of cigarettes a day, which was extremely disconcerting. Jane and Eric’s eager smiled dropped, replaced by looks of mild horror. Jane was the one who gathered enough courage to ask about Charlie’s voice.

“What’s wrong with his voice? Is he sick?”

The boy looked down at the floor nervously. He pressed his lips into a thin line and absentmindedly began to play the piano with his fingers. Noticing the awkward silence, the nun rushed to answer.

“Charles arrived at our orphanage after suffering a horrible accident. He lost his memory in the process, so he can’t tell us exactly how he ended up at our doorstep, we believe he was brought here by God. All we know for certain is that he was strangled, and his voice has never returned to what it once was.”

Jane and Eric were suddenly very embarrassed. How could they be so insensitive? He was an orphan, he was bound to have severe trauma. They nearly considered leaving the orphanage there and then, but they wanted to get to know this boy some more.

“So, is the piano your favourite thing?”

Charlie shook his head, turning to look at some of the pictures lining the walls.

“No, the piano is fun, but I prefer painting. Ideally I’d use oils, but the orphanage only has watercolour, hence the messy lines and shapeless blobs.”

In a sudden moment of realisation, the couple noticed that all of the paintings were signed with a neat ‘C.R’. The paintings all followed a similar theme as well, animals, usually painted with a splash of red. Predators, like tigers and lions, all feasting on small shapeless animals. The strangest thing about these paintings was that the predators were painted in perfect detail, whilst the prey were shapeless blobs. It was… unsettling. Eric turned to address the boy, who was looking up at him with anticipation.

“Do you like lions and tigers? I noticed that all of your paintings contain them.”

Charlie suddenly looked very serious. He crossed his arms, and his eyes darkened.

“All of my paintings contain one specific theme. Predators devouring weak prey, if I painted little rabbits eating foxes, it would be absurd. The weak must perish so that the strong may live. It’s just the way of the world.”

Jane and Eric were growing more and more concerned, but something about this boy was strangely compelling. He was a severely traumatised child, these paintings were probably the result of past events that had permanently altered his brain. They had to help this boy, this was the child for them. Throwing caution to the wind, Jane kneeled down next to him.

“Charlie, would you like to come home with us and be our son?”

The child’s face suddenly became contemplative.

“Hmm, where would we live?”

That was a weird question, but they couldn’t start their relationship off with mistrust, so they decided to answer his questions, no matter how strange or awkward they were.

“We live on Primrose Avenue, do you know it?”

Charlie’s face lit up.

“Isn’t that the neighbourhood with the really fancy houses? Are you rich?”

If his first question was weird, his second was downright uncomfortable. Who was this boy, with the maturity of a grown man and such twisted priorities? Eric and Jane were tempted to decline their request to adopt him, but they’d already given him hope. They wanted to adopt a child, and they’d already started to build a bond with this boy, they’d have to accept his odd behaviour.

“…Yes, we’re quite wealthy, why does it matter?”

Charlie looked down at the floor again, clearly struggling to think of an answer. 

“I… wanted to know if I’d be able to get… a piano- and oil paints. And now I know that I’ll be able to, so… I’d love to come home with you mom and dad- oh, can I call you that?”

A few hours later and it was official. Jane and Eric Brown were parents. Excited for what the future would bring, they led their new son out of the orphanage, missing his victorious smirk as they reached the car.

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He had actually done it. He’d accidentally gone too far when he revealed the truth about his paintings, that was a mistake he couldn’t afford to make again. For the next few weeks, Chucky had to pretend to be an innocent little boy.

It had been weird at first, going to sleep in a doll body and waking up in the body of a human toddler. Doctor Death had been right, the longer he stayed in the body the more human it became. He’d tried to kill Andy Barclay, he really did, but when it came down to it, he just couldn’t do it. He liked kids, he couldn’t make himself hurt a child, there were some lines that even he couldn’t cross.

So he accepted his fate as a toddler and quickly decided on a plan. There was an orphanage nearby, and he now had the body of a small child. One sob story later and he was officially an orphan at the St. Peter’s Orphanage. Years went by, and he quickly lost the ‘adorableness’ of his new form, which was one of his main selling points.

Unable to rely on his looks alone, he decided to dedicate more time to his less violent talents, art and music. He wasn’t a very accomplished pianist, but his skills would be considered impressive for a child. His paintings allowed him to express his true feelings about his situation, and they were a great way to let out his murderous impulses. If any potential parents asked, he’d either deny that he created them or say that they was a field of flowers. He slipped up due to his excitement.

Adults always went for the kids that played outside, the ones that were still ‘adorable’. Chucky’s new body was in the middle of an awkward phase, he wouldn’t be picked out of a lineup of potential children to adopt if his appearance was the only criteria. By isolating himself from other children his talents could be on full display, but this plan had never worked… until today.

He had hit the jackpot. Rich, naive parents who overlooked his various quirks because they were so desperate for a child of their own. Chucky almost pitied them. Almost. For a few weeks he’d play the part of a devoted son, then he’d discuss the prospects of being added to their will, with a clause that stated he’d get their wealth no matter his age.

After that, his new ‘parents’ would (tragically) commit suicide, with a little help from their new son. When they were dead, Chucky would take the money and flee to another country where nobody knew his name. It was almost too easy.

#chucky #chucky series #childs play #orphan #orphan au #charles lee ray #child chucky #original character #horror #fanfiction

[jmrothwell]

@Ri-jane requested

Ooh - fluff 3 or 8, angst 16 or other 25? Any rel in JATP!

25. "You are remarkably well behaved tonight. What did you do?" (I did change the verbiage a little)

Julie was greeted by the cacophony of sounds indicative of a big action movie climax as she returned from Flynn’s. Otherwise the house was relatively quiet for a Saturday night. There had been no music playing from the garage so Julie had assumed the guys had gone to haunt some clubs.

Yet, there was Luke and Reggie sat relatively stiffly on either side of Carlos. All 3 sets of eyes were glued to the screen in front of them as they silently watched. If this had been any other set of people you could say they were just enraptured by the film. Julie had seen them watch too many action films for that to be true though. 

Usually they would be chattering away, criticizing and questioning character choices. Comparing modern filmmaking decisions and techniques with older ones. Occasionally if it was a film they’d already seen, like the one they currently had playing, they wouldn’t even be sitting. By this point in the movie they would be on their feet re-enacting the fighting or just making up a new narrative. 

“Hi guys, you look rather calm tonight.” Julie watched as they turned and waved. Reggie and Luke sagged ever so slightly with relief as she spoke. Carlos smirked like he got away with something. “What did you do?”

“Whaaaa?” Reggie stiffened while his voice went high and tight. Luke floundered, his eyes rolling to the sky as he searched for words. Carlos bit back a giggle. Julie wasn’t sure how concerned she should be.

None of them got a chance to answer before a confused glaring Alex popped into the living room. “Why are there a bunch of cats all over my drums?”

“Ok, look.” Luke leaned forward, his arms wide. “We spotted this abandoned box of kittens while out walking with Carlos. We couldn’t leave them there so we brought ‘em home.”

“So, you just brought home a bunch of abandoned kittens?” Julie looked between the three of them. Luke was the only one who no longer looked guilty. Reggie nodded with a tight smile, Carlos still had that smirk. There was more they weren’t telling her.

She wasn’t sure whose side luck was on tonight as her phone pinged with an alert from Flynn. ‘Have you seen this!?’ Julie followed the link to a blurry video taken from a distance of a small boy wearing Carlos’ clothes hovering under a bridge and holding a box which Julie had to assume was full of kittens.

“You dangled Carlos off a bridge?” Julie screeched. Alex snatched her phone to see the video for himself before grumbling about idiots. 

Carlos beamed. “Someone caught it? Does it look like I’m flying?”

Julie pointed angrily at Carlos to silence him before turning back to Reggie and Luke who were both wide eyed leaning back into the couch. There were so many things she wanted to say, so many words running through her head. The only ones that escaped her mouth however were, “How? Why?”

“Jules, they were too far down for Luke and I to get. And we can’t poof lifer’s, or animal lifers, and we couldn’t reach when we tried just passing them between us. Then Carlos offered to help.” Reggie quickly rambled. Which was already hard enough to understand, without Luke also rambling over him at the same time.

“I held onto the bridge, while holding onto Reggie, who was holding onto Carlos by his shirt. Since we still haven’t figured out how to be tangible to other lifers besides you yet. We didn’t think anybody was around and the bridge wasn’t that tall.”

Julie’s eye twitched as she processed everything they said. Her scowl and pointing finger never dropped. They had formed a human/ghost chain and dangled themselves off a bridge, to rescue a box of cats. She took a deep breath, the air in the room filled with an electric tension. 

“You dangled my brother off a bridge!” With her shout the tension broke as chaos erupted. 

She managed to tackle Luke into the couch to barrage him with a series of smacks. Most of which landed on his arms which he’d raised defensively. Clamoring footsteps could be heard behind her. She wasn’t sure if it was panic or guilt that made Luke temporarily forget he could poof. However once he remembered it only turned everything into a rambunctious cat and mouse game that could be heard clearly from outside the house.

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 (This is one of those stories where I decided the chaos of the story was more important than determining if there was a spot this could logically happen in LA/Los Feliz)

#prompt fill #jatp prompt fic #julie molina #carlos molina #chaos boys #julie and the phantoms