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talaok · 1 year
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A little favor
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Pairing: Joel Miller x fem! reader
summary: You fucked up a trade and want to make it up to Joel
warnings: smut | dub-con, oral sex (m receiving), unprotected p in v sex, virginity loss, daddy kink, a touch of dacryphilia, dumbification, and a bit self insert
"I'm sorry" you sobbed "I'm so sorry Joel, I swear I didn't see them and when I did it was too late and- and I'm sorry I didn't run in sooner" you were out of breath "I'm so sorry"
Your face was drenched with your own tears, even the sleeves of your shirt were in similar shape.
You had fucked up
Once again, one might add, but that's not the point.
You were supposed to keep guard as he traded some things, you didn't really know what, he never told you what, or anything really.
He just brought you with him and stuck you outside to look out for FEDRA people.
That's how it had been for the past month,
And this time,
it went wrong.
The FEDRA people had in fact come, and you hadn't noticed them until they were practically in front of you.
It was a miracle you had gotten out of there alive
as for the other guy, the guy Joel was trading with... well, he hadn't been so lucky.
And so now here you were, sobbing on his - your- bed, because you had made a mess again, and he had to clean it up.
"I'm sorry"
God, did you never get tired of saying that?
"y/n" his deep voice interrupted your sobs
You looked up at him, or at what you could make out of him from the glassy fog your eyes had become.
"It's fine sweetheart" he raised your chin, settling in front of you.
Another tear escaped your eyes, and you sniffled
"but-" you bit your trembling lip "I was stupid- I was- I was inattentive"
"you should be mad" your voice cracked
But you knew he never did, get mad, and if he did, he certainly didn't let you see it.
You had no idea why, or how, all the men in your life before him (which were just two, your father and your ex-boyfriend) would get mad at the littlest thing, from you spilling some water on the precious - worthless-coffee table to you not understanding something as quickly as they wanted you to.
You weren't the smartest of the bunch, never were.
"at least she's pretty"
that's what everyone always said,
at least she's pretty,
at least she's not gonna realize you're insulting her even when you do it right in front of her, she's not gonna be an engineer but at least she's gonna find a man to take care of her.
"men don't like it when women are smarter than them anyway"
Every single phrase, every word was engraved in your brain,
in your tiny little brain, a mantra you repeated over and over, until inevitably, it became the truth.
It still amazed you how diffrent he was though,
You expected it, at this point, to be called stupid and worthless for the tinies mistake, but he had never as much as raised his voice.
He had never called you names,
he had never laughed at you, or made fun of you, or treated you like you were used to, like you were supposed to.
"I'm not mad"
"why?"
"it was a mistake" he shrugged "it happens"
"it happens a lot to me tough"
"well that's fine" his voice was warm "everyone's diffrent"
You still couldn't wrap your head around it "why are you so nice to me?"
He smiled "I like you"
"b-but I'm-" you avoided his glare "I'm-" you didn't even know how to say it,
how to describe how useless you actually were
"Baby it's fine" his thumb stoaked your cheek.
"what about the cargo?" you asked, raising your head again
"We lost it"
"I'm so sorry" another sob "it's my fault"
The room fell silent
"Can I do anything?"
You saw something happen behind his eyes
"really" you urged " Is there anything I can do to make up for it?"
"I can look for other contraband" you suggested even though both of you knew you had no absolute idea where to look for it "I can-" you were already out of ideas "I can cook dinner"
God that was stupid
He smiled and you wanted nothing more than to be invisible.
"Please tell me what I can do" other tears fled your eyes
"Please daddy"
Shit
You instinctively covered your mouth
You didn't mean to, it had just come out.
You were scared to look up at him, to see the amused grin he would have on his face as he made fun of you in his mind,
but as you wiped the tears off your face, glancing up at him, the only thing you did see, were his eyes darker than you'd ever seen them before.
"I'm sorry" you whispered "I didn't mean to-"
"don't apologize"
"b-but-"
"There is something you could do" his thumb was tracing your jawline as your eyes sparked with excitement
"Really?"
His lips twitched into a grin
"What?"
"well" he was looking at you differently than before "you could do me a little favor"
"anything" you immediately answered, making him chuckle.
"it's more of a personal one" he explained, moving some hair out of your face "more... physical"
You frowned, confused, and he took one of your hands to slowly place it on his crotch.
Oh
"I've never- I've never done that before"
"I can teach you"
You looked up at him, your big eyes hiding under your lashes.
You really wanted to make up for your mistake.
"ok" you murmured
"good girl" he said, as a strange heat pooled between your legs "undo my belt" he ordered, and you looked at him hesitantly before obliging, your nervous fingers fumbling with the buckle for a moment before you were able to undo it.
You looked up at him for approval and he only nodded, urging you to keep going.
So you did, you undid his zipper and slowly pulled his pants down.
Something hard was straining against his boxers, you could see the tent that had formed.
"Don't be scared sweetheart" he reassured you, and you gulped as you timidly pulled his underwear down.
Oh wow
It was big,
not that you had any means of comparison but it definitely looked big.
He must have noticed your eyes widening because he said "don't worry baby, I'll go slow"
You nodded, hesitantly taking it in your hands
"w-what do I do?" you asked, looking up at him, and you felt his member twitch in your palms.
"oh baby you're so precious" he groaned, and you genuinely didn't know if it was a compliment or not.
"you just have to open your mouth,"
You did it
"just like that baby, perfect" he praised
"and put it in"
You looked at his threatening dick and then at him, fear clear in your iris.
How was all that gonna fit?
"It's gonna fit" he read your mind "don't you trust me?"
You did.
You trusted him more than anyone.
And so you did it, you widened your mouth even more, and took him in, looking at him questioningly once your lips were wrapped on not even half of his shaft.
He groaned nonetheless "that's good baby, you can move now"
You did, you started experimentally bobbing your head up and down, and according to his heavy breathing, you seemed to be doing a fairly good job.
"hollow your cheeks for me baby"
You obeyed and were rewarded with a loud groan
You looked up at him, your eyes evidently asking -is this good?-
“That’s good” he breathed, his hand going to the back of your head “that’s good baby, keep going”
The room filled with a lewd noise as your lips and chin soaked with saliva.
You forced yourself to take more of him in, but your jaw was begging you to stop.
You tried to lean away but his hand didn’t let you.
“Go deeper baby”
You peeked at him worryingly
“You can do it, sweetheart”
“Don’t you wanna make it up to daddy?”
You hummed in agreement around his cock,
of course you did.
"then be good and choke on it"
you could feel your heart beating in your ears, but you ignored it as you did what he said, taking all of him in, until his tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag softly.
A tear fled your eye, but this time it wasn't because of an emotion, it wasn't fear or patheticness, no, it was just reflexes, and for once, you liked it.
"that's it" he breathed "that's my good girl" he said, and you found yourself involuntarily rubbing your thighs together, desperate for some friction.
"fuck- that's it baby" he hissed as you kept moving your head, careful of every movement "that's it- keep going"
" 'knew you could take all of me baby" his fingers grazed your chin, as his eyes somehow darkened some more "do you think you could take daddy inside of you?"
His hand left your head and you leaned away
"inside?"
wasn't this already inside?
He seemed pretty inside to you.
"yes baby inside"
he leaned down to get closer to your face.
His fingers found your bare thighs, and danced until they were at the hem of your skirt
"do you think you could take me in your pretty pussy?" he explained better, and your mouth gaped open in surprise,
the real surprise was that your jaw was still able to do that after all that work.
"but-"
"be a good girl for daddy" you felt his digits get under your skirt as he breathed against your mouth "it's just a small favor"
"I've never-"
"I know baby" he pushed you onto the bed "But don't worry, I'll take care of everything" he promised, crawling on top of you "I'll take care of you"
he kissed your neck, a whimper fleeing your mouth "I'll make you feel really good" his quick hands freed you of your shirt and bra before you could even register it, and just after a few moments there went also your skirt and panties.
He hissed as he took you in.
"You've got such a pretty body sweetheart," he said as he kissed it all over "wish I could just stare at it all day" it tickled when he kissed your belly "touch it all day" he murmured against your skin "fuck it all day"
You whimpered as his mouth got inches from when you needed it the most, but he leaned away, taking off his own shirt and stepping out of his pants.
"so pretty" he mumbled as he used your legs to bring you closer to the edge of the bed.
He spit onto your cunt and you hissed, the cold sensation taking you by surprise.
His finger slipped between your folds, coating his digits with your liquids.
He groaned "such a pretty pussy baby"
"here" he drew his finger towards your mouth "taste yourself"
You could feel your cheeks color, but you did it nonetheless, tasting yourself around his finger.
He grinned at the sight "good girl" he hissed as he retracted his finger, and used the hand instead to position his dick at your entrance.
"stay still baby" he grabbed your hip, and you froze.
You could feel his tip graze at your entrance and it both excited you and terrified you.
You shut your eyes, biting your lip, bracing yourself for the inevitable pain.
"no look at me baby" he urged "keep those pretty eyes on me when I'm inside you"
"o-ok" you whispered, and he smiled
"god you're such a good girl" he said, as finally, he pushed himself in, or better, his tip in, and as you felt like a volcano had just erupted inside your body, you winced loudly in pain.
"I know baby" he cooed
no, you don't
You felt a tear travel from the corner of your eyes down to your temple.
He kept going, making you gasp in pain again, your hand gripping the sheets.
"It's-It's too big daddy" you cried out
"no it's not" he didn't give your pleads importance as he kept going, slowly but surely "You can do it, baby"
"I- I can't"
"yes you can" he stated "be a good girl and take it all for daddy"
"b-but it hurts" another tear
"it's gonna feel better after" he promised "trust me"
"daddy" your voice cracked as a sob came through
"come on sweetheart you almost did it"
" 's too much" you cried
"sh- sh- sh" he shushed you wiping some tears off your face " do it for me baby " he said, "you said you wanted to make it up to me"
"I-I do"
"then do" he cocked an eyebrow, and you nodded, sniffling.
"good girl" he praised, as he took your waist and with one harsh move, thrust fully into you.
"see" he admired his cock so deep inside of you "knew you could do it" he smiled at you before retracting his hips, briefly noticing the blood on his dick, and then slamming it back in.
"oh my god" you moaned
"fuck" he grunted " got such a tight pussy baby," he said, developing a rhythm as weak shocks of pain mixed with overwhelming ones of pleasure.
"knew it would be good" he kept talking through labored breaths "just like you sweetheart" he grabbed your hips more harshly as he slammed into you mercilessly now "always so obedient" he purred " so good for me"
"knew you'd take me well"
"knew you'd have such a perfect little pussy"
He bent down and to your surprise, he kissed you, messily and sloppily, but heavenly nonetheless.
"daddy" you whimpered, your back arching against the bed
"It's like it was made for me" he grunted " just designed to have only me in it" he hissed "to be mine"
"is it mine baby?"
"y-yes" you nodded, all the pleasure fogging your brain "it's yours, daddy- all yours"
He kissed you again "and what about you?" he asked, his hips still working like it was his life-long duty to slip you in fucking half "are you mine, sweetheart?"
"yes" you whined
"You're my good girl?" his hand found your clit and you gasped, a breath getting stuck in your throat "you'll do anything I want you to?" he asked, "when I want you to do it?"
"yes daddy-yes"
"that's my girl" he smirked, as you felt a weird pressure form in your stomach.
"so if I tell you that I wanna come inside you're gonna let me right?" he asked breathlessly "because you're my good little girl and I can do anything I want with you?"
"mh-mh" you nodded mindlessly
"that's right baby," he said "I can feel you're coming"
"your pretty walls are squeezing me"
"do you wanna come?"
"yes!" you moaned "yes please daddy "
He crashed his lips with yours "then come all around me sweetheart"
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highpri3stess · 2 months
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Monsters: Mikey Sano x Reader x Izana Kurokawa
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Chapter 1: Warning Signals
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Pairing: Mikey Sano x Fem Reader × Izana Kurokawa
series summary: your grievous sin was Emma standing up for you to her brothers. And now you’re going to pay the heavy price for destroying their perfect family dynamic.
chapter summary: being friends with Emma Sano is nice, until you get on the wrong side of the Sano brothers.
chapter warning: dark content, 18+, misogyny, alcohol mention, sex mention, r*pe mention, brief religious mentions, reader is called a whore/slut, slutshaming, sexual assault, noncon to dubcon, public initimacy, fingering (fem recieving), dacryphilia, gaslighting, manipulation, mentions of vomitting, victim blaming, destructive thoughts, mention of violence (towards reader)
wc: 9k +
masterlist||moodboard||chapter 2
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KNOWING how big both the TENJUKU and TOMAN fraternities were on campus, it was a bit awkward being friends with the youngest sister of two of the most popular guys in this school. 
Anywhere you two went, she would always be the center of attention. You didn't really mind being in her shadow because as long as you have her, you’ll be fine. People called you a lost puppy, riding on Emma’s cocktails just to get by in university.
They didn’t know how you both have self-care days where you would paint your nails, wear facial masks and watch “Mean Girls” or “Clueless” on her laptop because you weren’t allowed to watch it when you were young. Or how the both of you always have study dates with hot coffee and exchanging annotated notes so that you both remain at the top of your game. They don’t know about the secrets you both share and the trust you both have for each other.
You don’t have to explain anything to anyone.
Emma is a pretty satisfied girl. Her college tuition is paid for in full and her time here has always been smooth. As far as you knew, she grew up being loved by all three of her brothers and they doted on her to the point she thinks they spoiled her.
-You don’t think they spoiled her -okay maybe a little with the way she spends money, but everyone has a vice-
You could tell she knew what familial love is with how sweet and kind she was to you when you opened up about your family troubles.
The only issue is that her two brothers, Mikey and Izana, have been at each other's necks for some years now. Mostly Izana inciting violence at Mikey and Mikey retailiating; it’s the number one concern in the Sano household the way those two fight and argue.
From what Emma told you, Izana’s provocative nature was the gasoline to Mikey’s volatile mental state, akin to fire. Even the littlest of things that no one would bat an eye for could incite a bloody brawl between them. And as they grew older, more people were involved in their petty rivalry, since neither Emma nor Shinichiro agreed to take their side.
Despite the looming hostility, Mikey decided to throw in the towel and agree for a truce. At first, Emma couldn’t believe it. Until two weeks had passed and they hadn’t fought once.
"They haven't gotten along at a stretch like this, I tell ya!" Emma had said excitedly while selecting what she would wear that day. You let out a small smile as she tossed multiple clothes on her large bed. Being the youngest had its perks, like how her oldest brother, Shinichiro paid for her to have the biggest room in one of the dorms all to herself.
You heard that on the front, he had one of the biggest Motorcycle brands and behind all of that, his real business was handling the black dragons, one of the biggest gangs in Japan.
You wonder how Emma feels about her brothers' lifestyle, but judging from her huge wardrobe and expensive jewelry, you don't think it bothers her too much.
Not like you cared either. To you, she was just Emma. Nothing more or less.
The blonde haired girl swiftly turns to you with two options in her hand, a pink sequined dress and a white halter crop top and a pink mini skirt with ruffles at the bottom. "I need to look really good today, which one says 'I'm so happy my brothers are not at each other's necks for once?' " She asked animatedly.
You've never seen her this happy since you met her, unless Draken was involved and somehow it made you happier too. It must be nice to be so close to your family members all the time and be able to mend your relationship with them.
You've never had that. You don't think of your family much. You don't wish to either, ever since your father cursed you out for rejecting a marriage proposal from one of his friends to pursue higher education and your mother stayed quiet, complicit -not like you would blame her for it. The first time you ever went against your father’s old fashioned ideals after years of obedience was met with immediate punishment.
Ironic.
You don’t regret it, though. Because you wouldn’t have met Emma.
"The second one is a better choice." You said with a smile, gazing at her with adoration in your eyes. “The skirt ruffles makes your legs look good. Pair it with the white strap heels and you’re good.”
The blonde broke out into a wider grin, the clothes pooling at her sides as she rested a hand on her hips. “Look at you giving me fashion advice.” She teased lightheartedly. “I feel like a proud mother growing up!”
“I learned from the best.”
You both fall into a comfortable silence and you take that time to admire her. You’ve always thought Emma was gorgeous, from her bright smile, to the twinkling of her eyes when she’s mischievous, to her enthusiasm for life in general. It was a no-brainer that guys would gravitate towards Emma and try their luck into dating her. Eventually the threat of her brothers or the threat of her equally terrifying friends with benefits who just happened to be the vice president of Toman, Ken Ryugi, would be enough to back off.
“So have you picked your outfit for the party?”
You’re snapped out of the trance-like state to see Emma standing in front of you, her body so close, you could smell her vivienne westwood. “Me?” You asked her, your tone laced with confusion. “I don’t think I’m gonna go.”
“And why is that?”
You paused, trying to organize your thoughts on how to break this to her without ruining her mood tonight. “I don’t think…” you took a deep breath before saying. “Your brothers would want me there.”
There’s a shift in her look, so minor but you could pick out the way her smile faltered. You both knew that her brothers could be… weird around you. It was something Emma couldn’t understand for the life of her.
Izana was usually very displeased with your presence and makes it very well known he doesn't want you there with snide remarks and forgetting your own order. His friends, for the fear of him, wouldn't speak to you either. It took Emma angrily yelling at him for him to be civil towards you. But the second she turned her back, Izana would go back to his usual self, being rude and peppering it with little acts of violence like pushing your hand so that your drink spilled all over the floor and even pushed your laptop bag to the ground, destroying the device you saved money to buy for months.
Mikey was on the other end of the spectrum. He would ignore your very presence and talk to everyone else but you and the rest followed suit. You’ve tried to at least make small talk with him, anything but he would talk over you. You heard from other people that he’s the nice brother and he’s usually so easy going- you’ve seen it with your very eyes the way he interacts with Emma’s other friends, Hinata and Senju.
And it was a shame really. You may or may not have had a crush on him from the first time you saw him. 
Only some guy named Takemitchi would try and explain that they don't hate you. It was surprising, considering that you knew people like Hakkai - whom you attended the same confirmation class and high school with- and even he made no effort to at least speak with you whenever you came to the frat house or met on the road.
You stopped bothering to make either of the Sano brothers like you, so long as they let Emma keep hanging out with you. It was obvious that they hold some animosity for you when you’ve done nothing to them.
You like peace and you wouldn’t want to cause a scene in the party.
“Nonsense!”
Before you could say anything, Emma pulled you up by your arm and dragged you off the bed towards her closet. “That’s a load of bullshit. There’s no way I’m leaving my best friend to rot in her room when there’s a Sano party going on.”
“But-”
“Nope!” She cut you off stubbornly, before pulling out some clothes from her closet, trying to match them with your skin tone. Satisfied with the outfit she picked, she puts the clothes in your arms and practically shoves you into her bathroom.
“EMMA-”
“Don’t Emma me, (name). You’re going to take a shower and by the time you’re out, I should be back with a makeup kit that suits you.” You tried to speak again but she silenced you by pressing a finger on your lips. “We’re going to be the hottest girls at that party, whether they like it or not.”
“But these look very short-”
“Sorry, can’t hear you, bye!”
You sighed when Emma shut the bathroom door in your face, locking it so that you would do what she said.
There was no winning with Emma when she made her mind up. Might as well follow through with it.
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YOU had no idea how big this party would be.
You've come to the Toman frat house before with Emma to see Mikey and Draken once, and admired how large and spacious the three story building was. Now imagine that large of a space being cramped up with nearly the whole school's population.
Somewhat, you’re grateful that the blue outfit Emma lent you was as short as it was. The house was so hot, you could faint from how stuffy it was.
You hold on tightly onto Emma's hand, intertwined with each other as the both of you push through the big crowd, ignoring the sweaty, drunk patrons as you headed for the stairs. She, being used to parties like this, was able to navigate through the raging crowd with some form of ease.
After a few more squeezes, you both finally make it to the stairs.
As you both climbed up, you could see different people, all having fun in their own way. You're rarely invited to parties, so this was still more of a nouveau experience for you. A girl is asking for a light, a tiny blunt in between her teeth until another person lights it up for her. You see some guy shotgunning another girl, before melting into a hot kiss, tongue melding with each other. Someone else is drowning shot after shot and a couple is practically dry humping for everyone to see, a poor excuse to dance with the music.
The obscene sight surprisingly doesn’t disgust you, knowing your background, it just makes you curious. How would it feel to try one of those things? Smoking? Drinking? Making out with someone? Emma had told you about her own experiences; as long as you took it easy, it could be fun. Her first time with anything was with Draken and he was always gentle with her, plus her brothers were fine with it, even making sure whatever she took wasn’t laced with anything.
However, you were taught differently. That your body is a temple that you should keep clean for God and doing any of these things will sully you.
You didn’t believe that as much as you did when you were younger, but you didn’t want to test your luck either in case it ended up being true. Or look like a complete moron when you start coughing in front of everyone.
You tried as much as possible not to make it obvious that you're staring, but that failed when you caught the attention of a tall silhouette smoking. Sharp golden eyes stared you down and you instantly looked away, not wanting to get in trouble with some random guy.
You've heard rumors about Toman or Tenjuku guys absolutely beating anyone up for just staring at them wrong. You don't want to be victim number seventy-five this year.
Finally, you both reached your destination; a room on the second floor where Mikey had asked Emma to meet him. The ground floor was always the place where non-members stayed, trashed and partied. The first is accessible to all members of Toman (and now, Tenjuku) to hang out, have a private party and smoke. The second floor is only for executives and their girls or sisters.
You're a bit worried for yourself as Emma spoke to the person guarding the door. Mikey never said YOU could come along with Emma. You're no executive. You're no girlfriend of their executives and you are definitely not related to any of them. You had told Emma to leave you on the ground floor but she insisted that no one would be angry with your presence.
You've suspected that Emma has been trying to hook you up with someone in either of the fraternities. She was always insistent that you at least get to know them.
"(Name) come on."
Without waiting for your protest, Emma yanked you into the rather pristine room that housed the executives. Your eyes drank in the sight briefly, thanking God that it wasn't filthy or smelly as you had imagined it. The execs were all playing a game of poker, with an orange haired girl -Hinata Tachibana, his girlfriend, perched on Takemitchi's lap, laughing at his bad luck.
Emma's eyes quickly scanned around the room for a brief moment until she saw her two brothers sitting side by side, both engrossed in the game. Mikey’s blonde hair is tousled, like he’s been running his hand through it repeatedly. His baggy white shirt is unbuttoned half way and slips down his shoulder, revealing a black tank top and large jean trousers. Izana is different, white hair falling across his handsome face, leather jacket discarded on the back rest of the chair, leaving him in only a tight red shirt and tighter leather jeans, various chains and accessories hanging from his neck. Two earrings dangle from his ears- you can’t remember the name or significance.
‘They’re really good looking. Really-’
Without a warning, she lets go of your poor arm and jumps on top of Mikey and Izana, tackling them into a hug. Cards fly as she squeezes them hard, to which they discard their initial anger of losing their deck and hugging her back.
"Emma, next time give us a warning, will you?" Mikey pouted. You thought it looked cute, but immediately discarded that stupid thought. The guy hates your guts, don’t think he’s hot. "You ruined my game."
"As if you weren't losing dipshit." Izana teased, his face more relaxed than you’re used to seeing. "She did you a favor. You were down to 100 chips."
"You were down to 50. Who's the loser?"
"Still you."
You could see a smile tug at the corner of her lips lift up as she stands up. "Finally glad that two of you aren't strangling each other for once." She said triumphantly, hands on her hips. Her voice has a pep to it. "Last time both of you were in the same room, it didn't end well."
"Doesn't mean I'm not thinking about it." Izana scoffed. Suddenly, his purple eyes left his sister's face and trailed onto you who just stood a few feet away, awkwardly. You watched in real time as his smile fell, his features darkening the moment he locked gazes with you.
Dear God.
"What is SHE doing here?"
His harsh tone made everyone in the room shift their attention towards you. Your blood ran hot with embarrassment, feeling Izana’s purple eyes scan you up and down in disgust while everyone else just looks at you. Mikey’s gaze burned holes into you as well, silently asking you what the fuck you were doing here.
It was obvious. They never wanted you here. This entire thing was a mistake from the beginning.
"I-I'm glad I could walk with you all the way here, Emma" you stuttered, lying through your teeth. You didn't like the way both brothers were staring at you, like they could walk over to you and wring your neck at any moment. "I'll go join the party downstairs now, so I guess I'll see you soon-"
Pulling away from her brothers abruptly, the blonde girl rushed over to you and grabbed your arm, halting your attempt at running away as she dragged you back in place. You cursed underneath your breath at Emma’s desperate attempt to try to get you to stay.
“Hold on, now (name). I’ll talk to them” Emma whispered reassuringly, before turning to her brothers and increasing her voice in full volume. "She's here with me, is there a problem?”
There was a tense silence in the room as everyone stared at you. Mikey's tone was ice cold as he directed his angry gaze at you, dark eyes scanning down your body. You shuddered when his gaze settled on your legs just briefly before snapping back at Emma’s face.
"Emma. When I sent you that text, I specifically said you should come ALONE."
"Come on Mikey. This is ridiculous." Emma plead your case. You don't realize you're shaking until your friend squeezed your hand gently in an attempt to calm you down and you squeezed back, wanting this to be over as soon as possible. "Why would I leave her downstairs?"
"Because that’s where all the sluts like her stay."
Your eyes widened the second the words left his mouth. The shock was soon replaced by embarrassment as Izana looked at you with a snarl on his face, continuing his verbal assault on you. "Why are you looking shocked? Your ass is practically hanging out of that thing you call a skirt and that top?” His eyes fixate onto your cleavage, something dark crossing his face as he spits out “You're inviting unwanted attention with the way your tits are spilling out."
You suddenly felt naked in the simple white top and jean skirt you wore. Your free hand reached for the skirt to try and pull it down, anything to cover your shame.
"Izana!”
Emma started to reprimand her brother when Mikey cut in. "He's right Emma. I don't like the way she dresses either and I've been biting my tongue for a long while. I don't want you to start looking cheap and used."
“Excuse me? Mikey, are you crazy?”
“Come on Emma, look at your friend. One wrong move and she’ll flash her panties. She’s dressed like a prostitute in the red light district-”
Each word seemed to stab you in the heart multiple times. You quickly averted your eyes to the ground as he continued to berate you about your looks, tearing down your confidence bit by bit with each word until you're reduced into nothing but nerves and silent tears. Everyone was staring at you now, scrutinizing gazes drinking in the sight of your exposed flesh.
Unwanted attention.
"... just saying, next time, she shouldn't dress like this if she wants to tag along with you."
“THAT IS ENOUGH."
Emma’s voice rang through the entire room, anger evident in her tone. The two brothers sat there in silence, stunned at the kind of tone Emma had just used on them right now, as if they’ve never heard or seen her this angry in their life before. You could feel her tremble violently, her grip on your hand tightening as fury radiated from her body.
You were sure she’s holding back things to say with how badly she is shaking. Like she doesn’t want to say anything that she might regret saying. She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it immediately, as if biting her words back.
"We're leaving."
“EMMA-”
“Oh come ON-”
Emma threw an arm around you and guided you out of the room amidst her brothers yelling at her to come back. Your friend is gentle with you, hiding your teary face from prying eyes as she leads you through the stairs. The loud music was enough to mask your uncontrolled sobbing, but it didn’t stop people with prying eyes from turning their gazes towards you, wondering what the hell happened to you.
You had never felt this embarrassed in your life. As much as Emma tried to comfort you on your way to her room, their words kept on reverberating in your head. You knew how hard it was to get out of that mindset and now, every confidence you worked for, has crashed down like a pile of cards. Even the way they looked at you made you feel so sick to your stomach.
You've been drilled into as a young child that you're dressed the way you're addressed and because of that, you have always made sure you looked modest enough. You were used to your brothers calling innocent girls whores because of what they wore, that they were asking for it.
And now witnessing it first hand just made you feel so dirty. From the way they looked at you, to how they spoke about your body. It made you ill to the core.
The worst part was how everyone had stared at you. Focusing on the parts that made you look like a whore in Izana’s words like you were a sideshow attraction for them.
The two of you managed to walk back to Emma's room, since hers was closer. Her phone never stopped buzzing all through your journey, even when you got back to her room. You could see the pain in her eyes as she ignored each call, only worsening your guilt. You wished you had stayed back in the dorms instead of ruining her night; she was supposed to be having fun, not walking you back to your room prematurely because you couldn’t take criticism.
"You should pic-"
"No (name)." Emma was quick to assert as she helped you lay down on her queen sized bed, the soft surface. "You don't need to feel pity for them, you're the one they hurt, not the other way around."
You wanted to protest when she fell on the bed beside you, yanking her covers over you both and encasing you in a hug. "You don't have to worry about them. I just want you to feel better." She whispered in your ears, rubbing your back gently. "You looked good tonight."
You could only nod in response at Emma's affirmation, wanting to so badly believe her. You want to believe what Emma thinks about you but you just can’t when you feel like abject filth. Your lips began to wobble, tears rolling down your cheeks once again as their words rang in your ears.
Months of unpacking that trauma, flushed down the drain by a single action.
Emma didn't say anything in response to your fresh tears, she only hugged you tight and rubbed circles on your back to soothe you until you cried yourself to sleep.
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   “YOU'RE the one that is fucking wrong!”
You woke up with a start on hearing Emma’s harsh tone echo throughout the room.
You opened your eyes groggily, rolling the covers down a little bit to see what was going on. She was standing at the open door, changed into her pink nightgown, her hair cascading down her shoulder as she argued with someone in the hallways. You push the covers a little further to see who she was talking to, catching a glimpse of a blond haired male standing in the hallways, blocking the only source of light filtering into the room with his body.
“Don’t yell at me, I’m still your older brother.”
‘Mikey?’
You perk up at his voice, instantly awake hearing his irritated tone. What was Mikey even doing in the female dorms by this time of the night? You glance at Emma’s digital clock on her nightstand that reads 00:00am. By now, no male student is supposed to be here, but knowing how influential Mikey is, he might have bribed the security to let him in.
His quiet sigh interrupted your thoughts and you turned your attention back to them, wondering what was going on. He started talking again, taking a tone much softer than before. “You’ve changed Emma. You blow me off to spend time with a stranger-”
“She is not a strang-”
“She is to me. You have enough friends Emma, what do you need this one for? What’s so fucking special about her?” His voice grows harsh again as he goes off a tangent about you. “You’re gonna get tired of her Emma. She’s a new thing but sooner or later you’ll get sick of her.”
Your heart broke at Mikey’s words. Is that what he thinks of you? This was supposed to be the easy going guy on campus that helped girls cross the street and everyone liked?
What did you ever do to him?
“Stop it!” Emma hissed underneath her breath, trying to keep her voice down but drive her point across simultaneously. “Stop talking about (name) like she’s a pet or a fucking toy Mikey. I care for her and I won’t stand you talking shit about her.”
“Em for fuck sake, just get dressed and get your ass back to the party.” Your jaw nearly dropped at how he’s quick to switch topics, ignoring what she just said. “Draken’s waiting downstairs and Izana’s gonna be pissed if you don’t come back.”
“You’re gonna ignore everything I just said right now, huh?”
“Em-”
“You and Izana can go fuck yourselves.”
“You can’t be seriou-”
Emma didn’t let him finish when she slammed the door in his face, turning the key as fast as possible. Her body sagged on the door, a quiet ‘god’ escaping her lips. Her silhouette stayed in that position for two full minutes before she walked to the bed again.
In silence, she laid beside you, wrapping an arm around your body and dragging the blankets over you both once again. You felt safe.
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   THE next few days after the party were eventful.
Emma had spent them with you, hanging out in the library to study and going to your work place after a hard day at school, just sitting and talking with you when there was no customer around. You ended up in your dorm room or hers afterwards, eating the snacks you both got from shops around the school.
It was nice. Emma was usually busy with other things, so having her with you all the time seems so perfect. You enjoy the quality time you spend with her, really.
But guilt wouldn’t let you do so.
She had isolated herself from her friend group affiliated with either of her brothers, ignoring their pleas to at least talk to either Mikey or Izana. Hinata or Senju would try to walk up to her on her way to class and Emma would outright ignore them. In a span of days, you’ve seen countless plushies, perfumes, expensive jewelry thrown into the dustbin, either from Mikey or Izana at the back of her dorm- their apology ripped letters ripped to shreds.
You had taken the time to piece one from Izana together and felt your heart bleed at his begging for them to “please work it out. We may not be siblings by blood but you’ll always be my little sister” and Mikey’s “Em I’m sorry for everything. Please let’s talk, I’ll listen to you.”
Your brothers had never done anything like that before. Usually, they would tell you to suck it up or even laugh at you for being too ‘sensitive’.
Then and there, you decided to talk to either of the Sano brothers in hopes you would mend their relationship. A naïve part of you thinks that this is the right thing for you to do; Emma has done so much for you, it’s time to return the favor.
You hadn’t told Emma what you planned on doing, knowing very well that it would make the poor girl far more furious than she was already. She would tell you that you have nothing to apologize for and get angry with you for suggesting to make peace with them, claiming you did nothing wrong.
The last thing you want is to escalate the issue. You just wanted Emma’s happiness.
You gripped the strap of your tote bag firmly, your eyes fixated on Mikey’s Chevrolet that was outside your department, possibly waiting for Emma to come out so that he would talk to her. Gathering all your courage, you walked towards the car and gently knock on the passenger’s seat tinted window to get his attention.
It wound down immediately, revealing the blonde haired man staring back at you with an annoyed expression.
“Are you trying to break my window?”
His rude tone made you instantly regret even trying to talk to him. Unfortunately for you, the decision was made and you stuck to it. ‘The letters, remember the letters’ You whispered to yourself. “I’m sorry Mikey I didn’t mean-”
“Manjiro.”
You blink twice at his interruption, trying to make sense of what was going on. “Huh?”
“Only my friends call me Mikey and as far I’m concerned, you aren’t one of them.”
There it is. That same attitude of that night. It almost made you angry with the way he was talking to you. You had every right to just curse him out and walk away from him - he was the one consistently harassing you, not the other way around, so who does he think he is?
Instead, you took a deep breath, thinking about just being the bigger person and how you want to make peace with him, so that everything returned to normal. “Okay, I’m sorry about your window Manjiro.” You added politely. “Can we talk?”
He narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously and you expected him to roll up his window and just drive away after that.
“Get in.”
You were shocked, but that quickly wore off when he opened the door for you to enter. You settled in quickly, snapping the seatbelt on after closing the door behind you.
There’s tense silence between the two of you as the car moved towards a more secluded part of the campus. You anxiously looked at your lap while he drove, wondering how you were going to start the conversation with him without instantly setting him off. Your gaze eventually drifted up to his face; from his half-lidded dark eyes to his straight nose, down to his soft pink lips. You could see the resemblance between him and Emma, from their facial structure to genuinely good skin -not to mention they were both attractive. Despite his height, you knew a large amount of girls that crushed on him religiously. You’re not sure if anyone succeeded with him though since you don’t really do campus gossip and try to stay in the background.
The car stops, bringing you back to reality. You realized that he had parked behind an abandoned class far behind the rest of the school. According to the university’s history, this was the first ever lecture hall that was built for the school, and eventually they decided not to renovate it as a remembrance from their little beginnings.
Or they didn’t want to spend any money on it.
Mikey switched the engine off, completely silencing the environment between the two of you. It is then that the realization hits you. You’re all alone with one of the most dangerous guys in this school, in a place where no one could hear you even if you scream. The thought makes you nervous, hoping to high heavens that Manjiro doesn’t want to hurt you.
“Well?” He asked, breaking the ice between the two of you. Mikey leaned back on the driver’s seat, turning to look at you. “You wanted to talk? Start talking.”
‘Okay. I can do this’ You whispered gently, exhaling through your lips. You can do this. “Mike- I-i mean Manjiro, I know it’s awkward, after everything that happened at the party and now it’s all a mess.” You cringed at the way you’re jumbling your words, this was not how it was meant to go. “We still haven’t resolved things yet-”
“We?”
You’re taken aback by his shocked tone as if he didn’t remember what both he and Izana had said to you, but when he doesn’t elaborate further, you take matters into your own hands. “Yes. You both said some unsavory things to me that hurt me that day, and it made Emma mad.” You paced yourself, not wanting to start rambling again. “I also want to apologize for disrupting your party by taking those words to heart and if I have offended you in any way, please forgive me.”
There’s an unreadable expression on his face, as if he’s slowly processing all the words you had just said. You watched his reaction morph from surprise to blankness, nothing on his face, which scared you more than any other expression.
“Get out of my car.”
What?
You quickly turned to the man, trying to understand what you had done wrong. This wasn’t how the conversation was supposed to go in your head. You expected that Manjiro would be civil enough to at least apologize for his actions too or talk, not this.  “Wait, Manjiro, what did I say wrong-”
“You don’t even realize you’re the problem!” You nearly jump out of your skin when you see the way his once annoyed expression had changed into something far more ugly, eyes blown out, face red with hot fury as he spat at you.
“Em can never fucking shut up about how I need to apologize to you whenever I try to talk to her! It’s always about you, you, you! So what I called you a slut? Was I wrong? Look at what you wore at that party.” he snapped at you, before sneering at your clothes right now; a blue zip up cropped sweater showing off a little mid-riff and a layered skirt that stopped at your thigh, coupled with a pair of white knee high socks. “And look at what you’re wearing right now. Just look at how short that skirt is. Might as well show your ass off to the campus”
You instantly started to feel self-conscious at his disgusted look, trying to drag down your skirt to cover the space between your thighs and socks. The action only seemed to fuel his anger. “Oh? You didn’t know when you dressed up like a common whore this morning, huh?”
“I thought it was cute-” You felt so stupid, uttering those words, but before you could say anything else, Mikey cut you off. “Cute? Oh you’re cute alright, just as cute as those cocksluts on porn sites with cum all over their faces. That’s how cute you are.”
You want to cry at how insultive and insensitive his words are. You weren’t even showing off much skin and he is just calling you a slut through and through. 
“I’m not a slut-” your voice trembled, but just like arguing with your father, it’s no use. He let out a loud scoff, his gaze flickering from your face to your lap, settling between your legs. “Really? As far as I’ve heard, you’re used product. That pussy is probably loosened up from all the cock you’ve taken.”
“I’m not that kind of gir-”
“I’ll only believe it if you let me touch your pussy..”
“Excuse me?”
“Let me feel how tight you are. Then I’ll believe you.”
You don’t like where this is taking you to. You see Mikey pressing something on his key and the locks click, trapping you in the ventilated car with him. You try to pry the door open or undo the latch, only to discover that it was stuck and that there was no way to go out. Your heart starts hammering loudly in your chest, dread filling your veins when you realized how alone and utterly fucked you are.
“Manjiro open the door or I’ll- I’ll-” 
“Or you’ll what?” He spat back, dangling the keys before your very eyes before putting it somewhere you couldn’t see. “You wanna open the door so bad? Get the key from me then.”
You’re quick to react, lunging forward in an attempt to snatch the key for him. He easily resisted you grabbing at his body while laughing at your repeated screams to let you out. It was like the more you begged and pleaded for him to let you go, the more he liked whatever game he was playing.
“THIS ISN’T FUNN- MANJIRO!”
Your screaming did nothing to deter him from practically jumping on you and pinning your arms against your chest with one firm hand, a leg separating your thighs. You twisted and turned, trying to fight your way out of his tight grip but to no avail. He was heavy and stronger than you had imagined, holding onto you like you weighed nothing at all.
His other hand reached underneath your skirt, skimming through your panties, making you squirm in your position at the feeling. Panic rises against your chest as he pushes the crotch part aside, revealing your pussy. “Wait! Wait, please-” you try to reason with him as he traces through a streak of your hairy vulva, curling a strand in one finger before moving to your clit.
“You don’t shave?” His tone is so casual, like he isn’t doing something very abhorrent and wrong right now. His question is left hanging in the air as his finger starts to slowly circle around your clit.
You’ve never been touched before. You’ve never touched yourself there either. You grew up in a household that taught you that anyone who isn’t your husband touching you is wrong. Your body is a temple to be kept for your husband.
So when Mikey’s slow and sensual movement against your clit begins, your body nearly seizes up with sensitivity. A loud gasp escapes your lips, followed by heavy breathing, your body shuddering with something unfamiliar and electric, sending signals that you didn’t know how to respond.
He strokes you faster, rubbing your sensitive nub in circles that has your eyes glazing over and your hips moving to feel more of his touches, wetting his car seat and your skirt with arousal. Mikey watched with interest the way you closed your eyes tight, your head lolled towards the side as your chest rises and falls, quiet ‘oh’ leaving your lips. He started to take it a step further, leaning over to your neck and trails kisses from your pulse point, to your jawline. He moved up to your ear and his long tongue darted towards the shell, licking it.
“Manjiro-” You gasped at the foreign wetness, with each flick of his tongue, sending pleasurable shivers down your body to your very core. Encouraged by your somewhat positive response, he continues licking your earlobe, his teeth occasionally grazing the shell as his fingers progressively leaves your clit, gathering your slick between his two fingers and tracing the outline of your hole.
“Shit” he groaned, feeling how soaked you were. “You’re so wet right now, I could just slide in that pussy of yours with ease.”
You wanted to protest when you felt two thick fingers inch into your unused hole. You wanted to push him off you and run out of the car until you were far away from him. Every part of your mind, your heart, everything in you wants Mikey OFF you as he forces your hole to accept his fingers.
And yet, you couldn’t even scream, you couldn’t claw at his face to scratch his eyes out for doing this to you. No. Instead, you’re arching your back and breathing his name into his ears over and over again, your hands clenched tightly in his grip as his fingers stretched your pussy out. All you do is tear up and let this sick pervert lick the salt rolling down your cheeks off, before going back to kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear.
“You’re so pretty when you cry f’me. Come on, keep making those noises.” 
He curled up his fingers, experimentally looking for that spot as the burn graduated to a pleasurable stretch, repeated moans leaving your lips. He fingered you, progressively increasing his speed and pleasure overriding your senses as he circled his thumb over your poor nub, simultaneously with him curling up your g-spot.
Your body responded to his touches, lips kissing up and down your neck, licking your pulse point before sinking his teeth and mouth on it, making you gasp loudly.
Everything was too much. Your pussy tightened around his fingers, thighs trembling as he brought you closer to the edge. His lips left your neck and kissed up to your jaw, then the corner of your lips, pumping into you faster until you started to spasm.
“M-manjiro I-i feel, I feel- waitwaitwait- hngh-”
You arched your back uncomfortably with a strangled cry, soaking his fingers as your vision went blinding white. Your body trembled as he fucks and kisses you through your orgasm, shaking in his grasp until you fall limp on the chair, well spent.
You’re catching your breath as his fingers slid out of your pussy, a string of your cum connecting them. Manjiro looked at his soaked fingers with interest, before popping them in his mouth and humming to himself in approval. The sight feels so wrong to look at and you can’t find the strength to look away as he licked his fingers clean of your musky taste.
You don’t say anything when he let go of your wrists and adjusted your panties so that it covered your pussy. The blonde haired man climbed back to his seat, starting up the engine of his car again.
He doesn’t say anything when you start sobbing.
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   “I GOT the food for you.”
You didn’t respond to Manjiro, hanging your face as tears rolled down your face. It’s the position you had assumed since he climbed off your body, something he couldn’t get you out. He thought that maybe if he got you some food, maybe you’ll ease up and eat.
He couldn’t have been more wrong.
Kissing his teeth, he entered back into the driver's seat before closing the door behind him, tossing the food at the back seat. You could tell from the way he was muttering underneath his breath that he was growing more annoyed with you. “Honestly, I don’t know why the hell you’re crying. You’re still a virgin.”
You didn’t know what else to expect from him. That he would even offer you a shred of apology for what he did? The way his words are so callous, lacking any form of tact in the way he’s brushing off what he just did tore you apart.
Emma had painted this man as someone who would hang the moon and stars for her. Someone she knew she could call if anything was going to happen to her, who would fight through hell and back for her safety. She had told you of how he beat up anyone that touched her wrongly and how he would try to make her forget anything unpleasant. To Emma, Mikey was her knight in shining armor, her hero.
But when you turn to look at him through your teary gaze, watching him rev up his car engine with a nonchalant expression on his face, all you see is a monster.
You felt sick.
“I’m going to tell Emma.”
Your voice was quiet, hoarse from all the sobbing but the anger was evident. There was no way you were going to let him get away scott free. You knew that the police would be as good as useless because you’ll have no evidence by the time you manage to file a complaint. The school authorities won’t help you either as Shinichiro Sano was one of their biggest benefactors and everyone in the faculty loved Manjiro despite his tendency to be disrespectful.
But if you told Emma, you know she’ll believe you. Even if the entire world was against you and for him, you would still be able to get her to take your side and stand with you.
You’re sure name dropping his little sister would make him scared at the very least. Mikey loved her to death, she had this perfect image of her sweet older brother that he has to uphold at the very least.
“Call her then.”
Without skipping a beat, he dropped his own phone straight onto your lap before continuing to focus on the road. Eyes wide, you turned your head to Mikey to see any form of reaction, even him flinching slightly.
Nothing.
Your mouth hung open at how he just blankly stared at the road ahead of him, his grip on the steering wheel normal as he drove you back to campus. As if he’s innocent, like he didn’t force his fingers into your panties and violate your purity. His nonchalance irritates you; it’s as if he doesn’t care what you say or do to him.
“How-” you questioned him, wondering where the hell he dropped his humanity? Any other person would have reacted; begging you, threatening you or even giving a flimsy apology. “-you’re not even scared-”
“Why should I?” He shrugs his shoulders. “You never once said no.”
“That’s not how it works!”
“Then how does it work?” He cuts you short, taking a right turn to park outside of your faculty building. He puts the car in park before turning to face you. “You walk up to my car to ask me if we could talk. When I told you to get out, you didn‘t leave. You never told me to stop and you didn’t struggle. You know what you did instead?”
“Sto-”
“Ah ah- Manjiro” he mocked you in a high pitched voice, making you cover your ears in humiliation, not wanting to hear anything from him. You wanted to throw up, ruin his car. You want the ground to swallow you whole, anything that would take him far away from you. “Ah, mmh Manjiro, mmh mhhh ah ah- you moan like a pornstar by the way. Almost like you enjoyed being treated like that.”
You opened your mouth to speak, but all you felt was bile rise up to your throat. A part of you nagged that he had a point; you never said anything that sounded like ‘stop’ or ‘no’ and how you positively responded to his touches. ‘You even orgasmed.’ A gnarly disgusting voice bubbles up in your head, in defense of Mikey. ‘It was obvious you enjoyed it. Every second of it.’
You tried to deny it. Try to block out that voice as you attempt to remember everything you were told about assault. You’re fighting a war in your head, against the intrusive voices as you picked up the phone to tell Emma. ‘She’ll believe me. She’ll believe me-’
“Face it. You enjoy being taken advantage of.”
Those words were the final nail to the coffin. The phone lies in your limp hand, finger just above Emma’s line to call her. Everything that led up to this point involved your choices. To stay in his car. Not fighting harder. Never screaming no or stop.
You let him sully your temple.
Mikey spared you one more look, dark eyes scanning every inch of your crumpled form. You don’t see the twitch of his lips or him struggling not to smile or laugh at your predicament that he caused. Instead, he slides the device out of your hand, placing it back in the middle of his car before grasping your hand in his.
“Alright, stop crying.” he soothed in mock sympathy, thumb tracing over the back of your palm. “I’ll take you shopping and buy you new clothes, hmm? And I’ll buy you anything else you want. Okay?”
You should have known better to believe him. After everything he has done to you, from consistently insulting you, to assaulting you and then making you feel guilty for giving him the opportunity to do so.
And yet, you’re nodding along with him, agreeing with him and letting his warmth engulf you. “Okay.” You said in a small voice, your free hand grasping the hem of your skirt tightly.
“Look at me.”
You felt another hand grasp your chin, forcing you to look at his face, dark eyes peering at your face. “I don’t like that look on your face.” You wince as his fingers tightened around your jaw, your heart hammering against your chest when he commanded you once again. “Smile.”
You don’t know what else to do. With Mikey, it’s like going to a war knowing fully well you would lose.
And so you do as you’re told. Your lips lifted at the corners forcefully and you gave your best smile. He returned it with a smile of his own, genuine to the point his eyes dilated.
“Good girl.”
Your mouth went dry at his statement when he withdrew from your body and unlocked the door for you. Deciding not to ponder on it, you reach for the handle to leave. You had a class in an hour’s time and you were supposed to meet up with Emma beforehand to return her laptop that you borrowed for your project.
“Wait.”
You paused in your tracks, your hand hovering above the door handle. What else does he want from you? “Your makeup is ruined. Fix it before Emma sees you. You don’t want to give her the wrong idea that I hurt you.”
Bile rose in your throat once again at his words, but you hold yourself from doing anything that would set him off. You only nodded in response before opening the door and exiting the car. Tears threatened to escape your eyes as you hurried off to class, your throat burning with anger as you gripped both your tote bag and the food he had gotten for you, hard. Your body shook with each step feeling the intensity of his dark eyes burning into you.
“Smile. (Name).” you started whispering his words to yourself as you enter your department, pushing back your hatred and disgust for yourself to the furthest corner of your mind. “Just smile.”
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Ending scene:
Mikey never tore his gaze from you as you disappeared into the building. Dark eyes watched as your ass bounced in that jean skirt you had worn today, nearly reviving the boner he had prior. He had to admit, notwithstanding his absolute disgust for you, you were a sight for sore eyes - pretty, naive, inexperienced.
A people pleaser to add the cherry on top.
He’s never been with an inexperienced girl before. Not even when he lost his virginity in high school. It didn’t hurt that you also had the sexiest thighs he’s ever seen either.
You weren’t as stupid as he thought -far from it. Mikey knew your strategy; picking your battles carefully. You’re rightfully afraid of both him and Izana. You were even more afraid of losing face with Emma, the only friend you managed to make here, which is why you came to him because you felt guilty for making her mad at them.
How you thought that would solve anything, though, was beyond his understanding. All your actions pointed at was that you are a big suck up with little self-respect.
He and Izana were perhaps worried for nothing. If played right, they could have you underneath their thumb like they do with the rest of Emma’s other friends. All this was to keep an eye on their little sister in the long run. Personally, if you had stayed in your lane, you wouldn’t be a target.
Once you entered your department, Mikey picked up his phone, went straight to his contacts and searched “Takemichi’s pervert friend”. It rang for a few seconds until someone picked it up.
“What now?” A male voice grumbled. “Why do you call me at the worst times Mikey? I’m in the middle of something important.”
‘Yeah. Fucking some girl in a closet is so important. Idiot.’
“I need a favour from you. A big one. I’ll pay you for it.”
The line shuffled a little bit, before quieting down. Mikey could hear a girl muttering something about fucking her quick before class starts, but the blond could care less. “Alright, I’m listening.” He muttered through the phone. “I owe Takemitchi one for covering for me last semester. What can I do for you?”
“You’re the R.A of (name)’s dorm room, right? I need a copy of her room key.”
Another pause from the other end again. “Mikey, I know you want her far away from Emma, but aren’t you doing too much?” The man chastised. “Planning on getting her expelled? The organized beating last month wasn’t enough?”
Mikey groaned. Izana had sent some girls to your room to fuck you up as a warning, hoping you would get the message. Unfortunately, they weren’t as effective because you still showed up to lectures the next day with a swollen face and a limp and Emma just ended up fussing over you. “You know that was all Izana’s idea. Look, I just need it. I’m not getting her expelled or anything.”
“What exactly do you want them for then?”
“None of your fucking business” Mikey hissed rudely. “Are you gonna name your price or do I ask someone else Makoto?”
The silence was almost deafening before Makoto said “5k” defeated.
Mikey looked at the building again before looking at his watch. He had to attend his criminology lecture by 3pm since he had a presentation today and it was already 1:30pm. The frat member he gave his presentation to edit must be waiting for him at the coffee shop.
Izana would just have to wait until after the class to talk about what their next line of action would be towards their common enemy.
“Deal. Make two copies.”
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anthoosies · 3 months
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artist!suguru.
He likes to work with pen and ink as well as oil paints because he like the finality of it.
He has his favorites but there have been days you've knocked on the door and he came out with clay covered hands because he decided to try ceramics. Or he has his blue light glasses on because he's trying digital art. (Satoru bought him a drawing tablet because he has everything under the sun already)
his hair's pulled out of his face messily, always wearing a large flannel over his shirt when he's in his little home studio, who needs a smock right?
Artist!Suguru, who always calls you into his studio for your opinion, even if you know dick all about art.
"I don't know how to critique!"
"You have eyes, thats all you need."
The first couple of times he asked you to look at the piece you were nervous. always saying you liked them
"You can be honest y/n, it won't hurt my feelings. I can't improve otherwise."
Your critiques were juvenile, but once you started to learn the techniques and concepts and they became a bit more helpful to him. Even when you gave him short simple opinions he found a way to incorporate them in his own way.
He always sketches random things, he tells you its to practice his line confidence. You looked at him in silent support.
The first holiday season you spent together, in addition to gifts, he gave you a framed drawing of one of the selfies you took on his phone.
He went into a whole spiel on how he loves the way your eyes light up around him.
"I don't understand what about me makes you so happy, but it makes me happy too."
You're his muse, but he doesn't call you that.
His studio is full of scenes you've explained to him, things you've shown him. He's sketched your features so many times he thinks he could do it from memory.
Sometimes he gets commissioned to create a piece for someone and you both spend the weekend in his studio, him to create and you for support. (He insisted.)
Suguru, whose artists eye makes him notice the littlest things, and he finds a way to appreciate it all.
Artist!Suguru, who maybe lead a sip and paint night every once in a while for the moms in the area, smiling at the love people have for their creations.
Suguru who believes art is something to be enjoyed by everyone, and enjoys sharing that joy with you, most of all.
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kseung · 1 year
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Wednesday Addams x Reader
Bad Timing
Pt. 1 of Better Timing
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Contains: Light cursing, fighting (verbal), kisses.
Warnings: Light cursing, writer on mobile 💀
Words: 2,185~
Dedicated to @cozwaenot
••••••••••
This wasn't how this was supposed to go. Not at all. You knew that asking Wednesday out would be... interesting, but you never thought you'd see such atrocities. Namely, a certain atrocity called Tyler.
After days of begging, Enid had finally convinced you to ask Wednesday out. Nerve-wracking as it was, you accepted. Worse that can happen is she murders you. Not too bad.
You were walking around in town, strolling merely to have some time to think. Wednesday was all you thought of anyway. There's no escaping her, like an endless nightmare. She'd be happy to hear it that way.
Your feet suddenly came to a halt when you saw Wednesday some steps ahead. She entered the place even though the sign clearly read "closed", to meet a boy you knew was named Tyler. Bad luck was all you had, perfectly demonstrated when the girl of your bad dreams kissed the boy. It made your heart feel small and frail, like it was being drained of every last drop of blood to be found in there. No thoughts came to mind as you kept watching the scene playing before you.
—I see...
So that's how things are. Right. They stopped kissing, staring at each other before kissing again. You knew you had seen enough. You turned around so fast you felt dizzy. Your tendency to the drama made you feel like your world was loosing all its color. Not even the loudest of noises could snap you out of whatever emotional trance you were in, much less the faint sound of a chime and a door opening.
Wednesday knew she'd fucked up. Bad. In the actually bad sense of the word. She'd kissed a hyde, and also made one of the only ones that listened to her run away. Life definitely was onto something presumably not nice.
She knew calling out for you would do nothing, so she had to wait until the next day. The next day you had classes, but it wasn't as bad as it could be. Or at least she hoped so. Strange.
•••••
Enid noticed it straight away. You were avoiding Wednesday like she was a plague. And you were, admittedly, avoiding everyone. She sent you a look which you ignored. You needed some time for yourself, as childish as that was.
During the entire class period, you kept yourself far from them, not even talking at all. They all noticed, really. Wednesday had the littlest twinge of sadness that day, feeling rather on edge. More now that she knew who was causing all those murders. The betrayal made her feel particularly strong desires to commit arson.
—Did you scare them off that much?
All but Wednesday nodded to what Enid was saying. Being the subject of your liking, Wednesday was the only one out of the loop regarding your confession.
Clearly, everyone else knew, which made Wednesday confused and maybe even defensive.
—Why would I?—. She understood how she'd scare off some people, but not you. You were never afraid of her, ever. Not even when she tried to threaten you. But scaring you, for once, would never be a bad thing. They looked at her, silently asking for more words. —I hope so—.
Xavier sighed. —Things didn't go too well, huh—. Wednesday stared at him. It was true. She did not mean to make you run from her. At least not because of that.
—Writing hour.
You watched from your place as Wednesday left. You sighed in relief. Looks like it's also your time to leave, just not after her.
First, you made sure the rest of your friends weren't looking at you. Then, you just vanished. This was her 1-hour dedicated time for creative writing, working for her novel.
You usually went with her, to make her company. You were always silent, so she didn't complain but at first. Those were fond times, but no more. Seems like now she'd have to be alone again.
Your wandering led you to the forest, on a hidden place near the shed. If she, for some unknown reason, decided to search for you, she'd expect you to be far away from places she visits often. So you hid close.
At times like that you wished you could stay there forever. Technically, you could. But that wouldn't be good for you, and cause some headaches to Weems. Not that you weren't opposed to that.
You spent hours sitting on the same spot, surrounded by nothing but nature. It was a good thinking spot. Even better was the fact that nobody knew you liked it there, so nobody looked there.
She went to the Rave'N with him. Why didn't you know she'd kiss him before? Looking back to it, it was obvious something was about to happen. Wednesday, the anti-social emo kid, going to a dance? Yeah. Too suspicious. And you thought you had good critical thinking skills... Even more outrageous!
It was pathetic. You feeling so down for a crush you knew from the start was unreachable? Unreasonable. You were angry. Frustrated at yourself. It's not that Wednesday was incapable of liking you, since she seemed to like Tyler... But after that? Yeah, no. She had chosen already, and you weren't who she picked. Nothing wrong with that, as sad as it made you.
—There you are.
She had to show up at the most inopportune of moments. You did not look at her, simply taking your stuff and heading back to Nevermore. You couldn't bring yourself to look at her. You knew you'd cry to her, for her. You bit your tongue, on both senses.
—Don't ignore me!
Even her voice when strong seemed muted. A tinge of feeling escaped, and your shoulders tensed. You knew how she looked when she spoke like that. Her chin would be angled upwards, eyebrows furrowed, and, maybe, her lips trembling even when she tried not to. You had only ever seen that once before, but once is more than enough to remember it. You sighed and continued on your walk back to your dorm.
She took a sharp breath, furious. Her pace quicked, catching up to you and turning you over. She looked desperate, more than she wanted to admit. You couldn't help but laugh dryly. What did she want now?
—Just what do you want?
That question couldn't have shocked her more. The tone was cold, unlike how you usually spoke to her. You weren't even looking at her, focusing instead on a tree behind her.
—I- —, she cursed internally. —I just wante-
—Oh, please. Don't talk. I have nothing to hear. There's no reason for you to speak to me. Just stay away.
Her hand was still gripping onto your jacket, so you shook her off. You wanted to apologise for being rude, but you had a greater urge to just go away. Rejection had never hurt her so bad.
—Why are you being like this? What did I do wrong?
Her tone was desperate, again. You wanted to cry. You looked at her through glazed eyes. She herself was not doing too well either.
—Don't I ought to know?
—Stop asking questions.
—Then tell me!
She was getting angry. That was not good, not at all. You sighed and nodded.
—I just need some time, Wednesday. I... —. You looked away again. You didn't want to cry in front of her. —Give me time.
—Is this about Tyler?
And you sighed. You didn't knew she knew, but she did, apparently. You nodded, swallowing hard. Your voice wanted to tremble.
—It is. But it's fine. I totally support you. It's just shocking.
It wasn't fine. Still, you wanted to support your friend. You tried to smile at her. It was more of a grimace, but she accepted it.
—I'll be going—, you said. You tried to turn around and go, again, but she held onto you, again.
—No. You're not going anywhere. You will listen to me.
You didn't understand why she was being so difficult. Why was this even affecting her? You were defeated, so you accepted. —Make it quick.
—I don't like Tyler.
You were seriously about to throw hands. She noticed, so she held on to them. Tightly. It made you feel things, good things. Ironic. And such a bad moment for it.
—I know how that sounds! I know! I just... had a vision after I kissed him. He's the Hyde. We are not together.
You went pale. He's the Hyde? And she kissed him! You didn't want to hear it. Even less from her. But that was a shocker. It's always the one that seems less like it.
—I- I really don't know what you want to hear from me.
You were too overloaded, both mentally and emotionally. In turn, your body started to ache. You shook your head.
—Let me go.
You were back to your cold tone, staring at her. She furrowed her eyebrows, but still nodded. She let you go, keeping her arms by her sides.
You did not look at her more, simply walking off to your dorm. You knew you wouldn't get a good sleep that night, but you still tried. You were lucky your roommate decided to sleep elsewhere again.
•••••
It was obvious that things weren't going good. You kept from everyone, especially her. From her friends too, both of yours. It was hard, but sometimes people need time. Even if it meant having no one to talk to for days.
You were walking mindlessly on the hallways of Nevermore when you heard Enid talking to Wednesday.
—Say that again—, Wednesday demanded.
—They have feelings for you! For being a detective, you're so blunt sometimes.
Your breath hitched. So she now knows. It was inferable, really. You were surprised someone had to tell her.
—Oh. I guess that makes more sense now—, she pondered.
You were starting to feel like a burden, once more. She had more things on her plate, so you being one of those made you feel incredibly guilty. You started to wonder off, going to your room. At least you'd be alone, without anyone to bother. Your roomate had a club to attend to anyway.
You made sure that neither Wednesday nor Enid followed when you were entering your room. You then locked your door, finally breathing. You turned around, intending to go lay down, only to find Wednesday silently waiting for you while sitting on the edge of your bed.
—Fuck my life—. You almost ran away. Almost. But Wednesday had you still with what she said. She walked until she was closely in front of you.
—I know.
You tried to act dumb. Which, to Wednesday, was the dumbest thing to do in that situation.
—What do you know?
You tried to sound annoyed, but you were panicking. There was nowhere to run to. She was in your room, and you couldn't exactly go to the woods.
—I know what you feel. For me.
You shook your head.
—What do you know about feelings, Wednesday? Let me be and get out of my room.
She glared at you, pursed lips and tensed jaw included. Your defensive words would make her feel hurt if she didn't know better. Maybe did hurt, a little. Her eyes were difficult to decipher.
—I don't always know what I feel. But I do know that I feel good when I'm you—. She took a sharp breath, gulping audibly before takling again. —I like to feel things if they're related to you—. It was a weird confession for her to make. Why would she like it? You didn't understand.
—Bullshit. Now, do leave my room—. You moved your head to point towards the door.
—No. I'm not lying. I am not leaving. I had enough time to be without you and notice that I don't want that to happen again.
You watched her intensely, eying her with distrust.
—I don't believe you.
—...
She looked at you, holding your hand in hers. It was weird. For starters, you liked having your hand held by her but you were also sad and a little angry. Add to it the fact that she dislikes physical touch, so she was both awkward and very tense.
"Is it too late?" She wanted to ask.
—Want it or not, I have feelings too—. She disliked to say it. She hated it, but she knew it was something worth the uncomfortableness of admitting. —And I want to feel things you make me feel. Am I too late?
—Wednesday, it's not about the timing now. I just... need time, okay? I'm not saying "no" either. I didn't like what I saw, and I think I still need to cry it out. We can talk more about it tomorrow.
She nodded, the least bit hopeful. She looked around for a bit, trying to make up her mind about what to do next. She glanced at you for a second before slowly moving closer to you, until she was pressing herself lightly towards you.
You didn't think twice before surrounding her with your arms, careful not to push too hard on her limits. You felt some light touches on your back, smiling as she did too. You'd be alright.
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fairyhaos · 10 months
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seventeen and monopoly
how seventeen would play monopoly w/ each other
notes: im woozi. every single game i play, i always end up being woozi.
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seungcheol:
most competitive when it comes to monopoly. calls out jeonghan's cheating whenever possible, can never figure out how or when shua cheats, but is also totally down to cheating himself to win. has once engaged poor dokyeom in a bid for a train station that he raised way too high before suddenly pulling out, leaving dokyeom with -769 when he originally had 980. poor thing looked at his leader with the utmost betrayal in his eyes for over a week. also has totally owned almost the whole board before, calls it one of his biggest achievements in life
jeonghan:
the Biggest cheater (1). steals everyone's 50s when they're not looking. somehow manages to empty the bank of all the 500s, even though dino's been watching it like a hawk the entire time. has also definitely upturned the board during a game when it wasn't going the way he wanted, and has also definitely been nearly strangled by seungkwan because of it. asks if he can do aegyo or offers to do a dare instead of paying rent when he lands on someone's property, succeeds in making a deal 50% of the time
joshua:
the Biggest cheater (2). takes the little hotel buildings and puts them over properties that he doesn't even own, demands that people pay him anyway. has mastered the skill of looking all innocent while lying through his teeth and pinning the blame on a totally different member (jihoon or mingyu). gets extremely competitive when it looks like he has the slightest chance of winning and starts bending the rules like crazy, but if he's losing then he loses interest really quickly and gives up all his money and property to whoever looks like they're most likely to drop out any second
junhui:
makes up rules that sound really weird but also really plausible so the members don't know if they should trust him or not. has managed to convince mingyu that landing on the jail square when you roll means that you're in jail permanently unless you let the other players give you a dare to do. is somehow also passing Go every other turn of his. never wins, but never loses either: is always one of the last players still playing the game
hoshi:
attempts to be a cheater, is terrible at it. wants to win so badly, but he has such bad luck that he always lands on other people's properties and has to pay up. once spent the majority of the game in jail, bc he kept paying to get out only to end up back in there again, and didn't have money left to bail himself out or the 'get out of jail free' card. was the most upset when he had to play using a pawn from a chess set they had lying around somewhere (monopoly never comes with enough pieces for all 13 of them to play. weird, right? you'd think they'd make 13 pieces) and complained that even being the hat would be better than this. was then hit on the head by seungkwan, who was playing with the hat piece
wonwoo:
before they start playing he's constantly preaching that monopoly is basically based on luck and luck alone but as soon as it looks even the littlest like he's winning, he's telling them that monopoly is all about strategizing and budgeting and really the members could learn a thing or two from him—. only plays if he's in the mood to deal with all of their yelling tho, n normally says no thanks to the game when offered
woozi:
loses the most terribly all the time. 70% of the time, is the first one to give up on the game bc he's basically 100,000,000 in debt and he doesn't even know why. gets so angry this one time that he steals all of mingyu's money bc the dumb fool was stupid enough not to take it with him when he went to the bathroom. ended up losing all of it before mingyu even came back from peeing. tells them after every game that he'll never play monopoly with them ever, always ends up joining in the next time someone busts it out during game night
minghao:
always starts the game looking like -__- but as the game goes on and he keeps on gaining money, he slowly gets more and more excited and soon he's giggling every other minute bc people keep landing on his properties or he keeps getting good chance cards. the fates love him. has never gone into debt before. was so close to winning that one time that jeonghan flipped the playing board, wouldn't talk to him for five whole days after that. once owned both of the 'get out of jail free' cards in one round, refused to give them out to the people in jail unless they promised to do him any favour he asked for
mingyu:
never loses, but still loses. had jihoon steal all his money from him when he needed the bathroom one time, and came back to find out he'd pathetically lost it all. somehow always ends up playing the ship. doesn't know why he needs to mortgage his property, or how he even does it. asks the bank for loans, and chan refuses, saying he won't give him a loan unless he does aegyo. ends up still not getting the loan. has knocked over people's houses dozens of times while moving his ship round the board. ends up dropping out of the game halfway through bc jihan keep cheating too much for him to keep up and besides, seungcheol owns half the board and he doesn't even have any money left :(
dokyeom:
managed to almost win out of pure luck one time. has no idea what he's doing, asks his hyungs for help on every go. wants jeonghan to give him advice on whether he should buy a property or not: jeonghan either advises him genuinely or says the complete opposite of what would benefit dokyeom, depending on how he feels at that moment. has lost all his money bidding for a property before. finds it super unfair when jihan cheat him, starts whining and pouting so badly and throws his cards down in frustration. rarely sticks around till the end of the game, giving up and just watching the others battle it out across the board
seungkwan:
competitive. could almost be as competitive as seungcheol, but since he's competitive about every game they play it kind of cancels out so he's placed under him. fights any member who so much as looks at the dog piece, because that is his thank you very much. spent the entire game in a foul mood one time when he lost the dog piece to joshua. always ends up throwing something at someone during the game. never lasts until the end, throws his money in the air in exasperation and dramatically flings himself down onto the couch to watch the rest of them fight over the game
vernon:
monopoly is one of the few things that vernon can get truly competitive at. loves yelling at jeonghan every time he cheats, has also had to dodge flying pawns before as seungkwan threw them at him in anger when he landed on his ridiculously expensive property. always owns only a few streets, but manages to upgrade them so high that he's raking in money if ever anyone lands on them. almost lasted a whole game one time, before hoshi physically wrestled his cards out of his hands. he still doesn't know why he did that, or even why he let his hyung do that. 
chan:
is the banker. knows that he's terrible at games involving money, especially if it's against yoon jeonghan, so decides, for his sanity and his mental health, he'll never play a monopoly game against him. is also a great banker, apart from the times that money mysteriously disappears from the box. likes to sit back and enjoy the chaos that happens, knowing full well that their entire game could descend into even further catastrophe if he decided to withdraw the bank from them. 
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stevesbestgirl · 1 year
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It is so damn cute watching the other littlest look after the little baby reader.
Like the one with the football game. How little Peter looks after her. That was adorable!!! I couldn’t stop smiling.
I do like how they regress to a younger age.
Would love to see more little baby reader with more cute scenes with her daddies but also the other littles and caretakers.
Headphones put on her when it gets loud. Maybe at a gala and telling a loud douche to be quiet. (Badarse scary protective mom Nat).
Please please would you write more protective badarse stucky.
How would all the avengers especially stucky and maybe even the other littlest react if the baby reader was taken? After all the others are littles but still heroes while baby doesn’t have any powers (or does she) ;) 😂. Seriously though imagine the littles all finding out baby has been taken and then the door where the others are opens and the littles are no long littles but pissed off Loki. Scarlett witch , Spider-Man etc.
So sorry for writing so much. Just really love your fics. Can’t wait for any more you write. I hope you have a lovely day 🌸
Ohmygosh, this is so sweet, please don't apologize! I love hearing what people like about Their Girl 🥰🥰
I don't usually do requests, but your ideas are great and I got a little inspired ❤️
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Daddy!Stucky x little!f!reader
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Warnings: brief swearing, crybaby reader (as always), sfw age regression
In the early days, you never left the compound; your daddies were protective. They didn't want anything bad to happen to you- or for you to run into someone who might recognize you; that could be just as damaging to all the work they'd done to make you happy.
But eventually, as trust built, they started taking you out in public. First the zoo, like they'd promised, and then other places. Soon, you were allowed to tag along when they went grocery shopping and trips to the park become normal. You even had a special day at the mall with Steve.
You trusted all of the adults to keep you safe while out and about; you remembered one of Tony's fancy parties where a man had drank so much that he was shouting, despite the soft music and low hum of chatter in the room. Bucky had only agreed to bring you to that party because Tony promised it would be quiet. But the man was determined to be heard by the pretty girl he was talking to, though she didn't seem to want to talk to him.
You knew your daddies were close by, so you tried to be brave, politely tugging on his jacket and asking him to use his inside voice. But the girl saw her opportunity to leave, disappearing while his back was turned and then he got annoyed.
"Who brought a fuckin' kid to this party?" he called out to the room, making you shrivel beneath all the attention he was drawing. "Honestly, can't a guy even get laid-"
It wasn't Bucky, or even Steve, who marched over and put themselves between the two of you, it was Natasha. "You need to tone it down."
The man had smirked, giving her an obvious look up and down, "That's not the only thing that could stand to go down." He clearly thought himself quite smooth.
When she didn't fall down at his feet, he added, "Why? This yours?" He tipped his chin derisively at you, scorn plain in his tone. You winced; you didn't understand why he was being so mean, but you knew he was.
"She's not the problem here." You knew Natasha's warning voice well enough to recognize it, but this man was either too drunk, too stupid, or too distracted by her pretty face to notice.
"She's a problem for me." He reached in your direction, like he was going to push you away, drawing a resigned sigh from Nat.
Natasha caught his arm, twisting it to a funny angle and making the man cry out, "Then I guess I'm your problem too."
By then, Steve had noticed, steering you away and shielding you from the ruckus, but you peeked out just in time to see Nat take the man down, not even mussing her hair. Steve stayed close for the rest of the night, thinking you were traumatized, but you were really in awe of Natasha. Looking at your daddies, it was obvious they could protect you. But Natasha was much tougher than she looked and she hadn't hesitated to step in to keep you safe.
You had murmured a shy thank you to her later in the evening, to which she smiled, "Of course, dovey. We take care of our kids, don't we?" She'd kissed your forehead and you realized that you were part of their family; they would all take care of you, just like they did their own babies.
The adults had collectively decided that taking more than one baby out at a time warranted at least two caregivers. They weren't taking risks with such precious cargo after all.
Generally, things went smoothly. Surprisingly, Loki was the one who tended to get into trouble when out and about, but you were still very grateful to be allowed; you weren't about to rock the boat now. Not that good intentions would keep you out of trouble.
You hadn't meant to wander off in the store, but it wasn't like you went out often- you'd forgotten how easy it was to get swept up in the crowd. Especially with Thor and Tony as chaperones; Thor's supervision wasn't quite as comprehensive as many of the others and Tony tended to get distracted by Peter. It wasn't until you were shuffled away from the group, distracted by the pretty backpacks on display, that you realized they were gone.
Looking up from a sequined one you'd been admiring, you realized you were all alone. You'd always heard that you should stay put when you were lost, but that seemed kind of silly. After all, you knew you'd been with the group back by the clothing, so you shouldered the backpack you wanted and made your way back there.
But there was no sign of any of them. And now you were a little scared; when was the last time you were alone outside the compound? Just asking yourself the question unearthed the faint memory of your nightmares, which hadn't plagued you for quite a while now.
With a whimper, you climbed inside the clothing rack; it was stuffed full and provided excellent cover for someone who didn't want to get grabbed by a stranger. You camped out among the clothes for a few minutes- only long enough to realize that if someone had come back to look for you, they wouldn't know you were here. So you cautiously climbed out, keeping an eye out for any kidnappers.
You waited again, but what if they'd come to check for you while you were hiding? You might have missed them. Or what if they hadn't even noticed you were gone? What if they left without you?
You knew you shouldn't go out in the parking lot alone; you were supposed to hold someone's hand. You weren't even sure you remembered where the van was parked. But the little voice in your head insisted that if you weren't by the car when they came out, they would leave you behind.
Looking carefully both ways, you took a step into the lot, but you were quickly pulled back, an unfamiliar voice barking, "Where do you think you're going?"
Wheeling around, you were gazing at a grumpy-looking security guard whose badge read "Bennett." Locating your voice, however muted, you answered, "I got lost."
"Mm. And I take it you were going to pay for that bag too?" He didn't sound particularly accommodating.
"I don't have any money, but-"
"I thought so," he grunted. "Come with me."
Far be it from you to argue with a security guard; your daddies had told you to be wary of strangers, but there were no other grown ups around. So you tearfully followed Officer Bennett back inside and through a set of double doors. Behind those, everything was gray and dirty- it wasn't pretty like the rest of the store. But he kept walking, towing you firmly by the arm until you were in a tiny security office.
Entranced by the wall of TVs, you forgot you were in trouble until he snapped his fingers, "Sit down." You dropped into the chair against the wall.
He stood while you sat, hands planted on his hips, looking down his nose at you; he thought you were a thief. But nothing you said made a difference; he had an answer to everything, a way you could have been lying. He started asking for your information: your name, your birthday, where you lived. But you knew you weren't supposed to tell him those. So you told him that.
"I'm not supposed to talk to strangers."
His face twisted into a mocking sneer, "You've got to be kidding me."
Missing the sarcasm, you shook your head earnestly, "I promise I wasn't tryin' to steal-"
"I don't want to hear it. Unless you're going to tell me your name, I don't want to hear a peep out of you."
Intimidated by his bad attitude and his badge, you went quiet. You sat in the uncomfy, wooden chair, kicking your feet and watching the security cameras. You were compliantly quiet, at least until you saw a familiar face on one of the many screens. "Wanda!"
"That your name?"
"No, but-"
"Don't care then."
"But-"
"Shut up."
Surprised, you replied again, voice thick, "That's mean."
"Don't care." He turned back to his computer, making a pointed effort to ignore your sniffles and hiccups as they became more and more pronounced.
You debated about running away, but you weren't super like everyone else; you couldn't do anything. The small amount of relief granted by the knowledge that they hadn't left you behind- at least, not yet- didn't comfort you in the face of utter helplessness.
You tried to stay quiet while you cried, finding Wanda on the cameras again. You could at least keep an eye on her. Wanda looked right into the camera and you wanted to believe that she saw you, but you knew that wasn't how cameras worked. You watched her lean over and mutter something to Peter, who, in turn, whispered something in Loki's ear. You couldn't see Tony or Thor on the screen anywhere.
You did a quick scan of the other monitors for the grown ups and when you returned to Wanda's, she was gone and so were the others. You'd lost them.
You tried to swallow the lump in your throat before speaking, "What's gonna happen to me?"
"Don't know."
"Am I goin' to jail?" Would Steve and Bucky be able to find you if you got arrested?
"Maybe." He sounded like he was entertaining the idea.
That prompted you to cry in earnest- you didn't want to go to jail. You could usually admit when you'd done something wrong, but everything that had happened today was an accident. You were a good girl.
Your internal monologue cut short at a knock on the door. With a heavy grunt, Officer Bennett heaved himself out of his chair and opened it, positioning himself between you and the other side, so you couldn't see past him. Whatever he saw on the other side gave him pause, then he slipped through the gap in the door and closed it behind him.
You were alone in the security office. And Officer Bennett had left his cell phone on the desk.
You scrambled over and were amazed that he didn't have a passcode on it. You remembered Steve complaining about how tedious it was to change that setting. Figuring it was an old man thing, you thanked your lucky stars and managed to open a text chat.
It had been a long time since you used a cell phone for anything other than games or taking pictures and even those typically had Steve or Bucky over your shoulder, telling you what to do. The last time you'd owned a cell phone, holo-screen tech didn't even exist.
You did, however, know your daddies' phone numbers by heart. They were now well versed in positive reinforcement. So you'd gotten a canopy for your bed in return for reeling off their phone numbers without any mistakes after weeks of practice and positive encouragement.
You dialed those numbers with shaky fingers, glancing over your shoulder to make sure the door was still closed. You weren't good at texting, though you dimly remembered being good at it once.
You typed out, "Help." "Scared." You wanted to type "officer," but you couldn't spell it, so you backpedaled, breaths coming faster as fear of being caught settled over your shoulders. You typed the name of the store instead and sent it, even though you knew you'd spelled it wrong.
And then you remembered to send your name as the doorknob rattled, so you only typed half and hit send before tossing the phone back down on the desk and getting back in your chair. You were barely seated when the door opened and an irritated-looking Officer Bennett shuffled back in, still carefully blocking your view. Once the door was closed, he clicked the lock.
He turned around to sit back down and noticed his phone- not even close to where he left it. Slowly turning his head to face you, he asked low, "Did you-"
You were trembling in your seat, but he cut off sharply, head turning to stare at the doorknob, which had started glowing with odd, red light. You were close enough that you could hear the faint clicking of metal on metal.
He looked at you, "What are you doing?" His face paled further as an eerie green glow seemed to seep in through the cracks around the door, "S-stop!"
He shrieked and you ducked your head as the door burst open and hit the wall with a crash. You suspected it had cracked the cement wall behind it.
Tentatively peeking out from under your hands, you squinted at the dust that had come loose at the impact floating through the air. Then Loki stumbled inside, closely followed by Peter and Wanda.
Loki ignored the terrified Officer Bennett, straightening indignantly, "Don't push."
Wanda rolled her eyes, "You were the one who had to be first." She smirked at him, "Feels good to save the day, doesn't it?"
"Why don't you-"
"Guys?" You finally found your voice, though it was still thin and trembling.
"We came to save you," Peter piped up.
"By the gods, what you have you three done?" Thor's voice echoed over Wanda's shoulder, just out of your sight.
Then Tony's voice, "It's bad enough I have to pay these insurance premiums when there's a crisis, now I can't even do my shopping without something getting broken?" You couldn't tell if he was serious or joking.
Tony ushered the others out, extending an arm to you, still in your seat, "C'mon kid, let me sort this out." You hesitantly stood, waiting for the guard to stop you, but it seemed like Officer Bennett was in shock because only Tony spoke, "That's it, come on. Let's get you out of there."
He steered you out of the office and back into the main store with Thor, who hoisted you off the ground and onto his hip, "Trouble always seems to find you, doesn't it, little one?"
You stared at him, suddenly nervous, "Am I in trouble?"
"No, you aren't in trouble. Don't worry, the grown ups are handling it."
Ten minutes later, you were all back in the car. Your backpack had been paid for and was in the trunk with the other bags. Your carseat was in the back row, as Peter's occupied the middle. Loki was in the backseat with you and Wanda in the middle with Peter.
You kept your voice low, hoping Tony and Thor wouldn't hear over the classic rock playing on the radio, "Thanks for saving me." You left a pause before admitting, "I was really scared."
Wanda surprised you by rolling her eyes, "Of course we would never let anyone take you away. You're our friend."
"We love you, pretty girl," Peter added, the only one who was very free with that particular word.
You glanced at Loki, who looked almost guilty, giving you a reluctant nod, his cheeks flushed silver.
You smiled and nodded, settling back into your seat and contemplating a nap. But Tony pulled off the highway early, stopping at a little diner. You were allowed to unbuckle yourself, so you climbed out of the van with the others, staying close by while Tony got Peter out too.
"Uncle Tony, are we having dinner?" Wanda chirped.
"I was thinking about it, but if you guys aren't hungry-"
Wanda took the bait, "I am! But what about Mommy?"
"You can bring something back for her, sound fair?"
You tugged on Tony's sleeve, "Me too?"
"You want to bring something back to Natasha?"
"Uh-uh, for my daddies."
"No need, squirt." He pointed behind you and you saw Steve and Bucky coming up the sidewalk from Steve's car parked a few spaces down.
"Papa!" You took care to get on the sidewalk before running over to them and jumping into Steve; you weren’t taking any chances on getting in trouble for running in a parking lot. But you hadn't realized how badly you needed to see them after something like that until they were there to make it better. You were safe with your friends, but things were better with your daddies around.
Steve held you like he'd had a scary afternoon too, pressing a frantic kiss to your forehead and holding your head tightly into the crook of his neck while he hugged you, "My sweet girl, are you alright?"
You nodded, "It was scary, but Wanda and Peter and Loki saved me."
Steve buried another kiss in your cheek, "Lucky for that security guard they did, or he would've had to deal with me-"
"Steve, it's done. Tony handled it," Bucky reminded him.
Steve grunted his understanding, a sure sign he disagreed but couldn't be bothered to argue; he had his baby back now.
Bucky leaned in to kiss your forehead too, "Let's get you something to eat, hm? Being a felon is hungry work- I'd know."
Steve rolled his eyes and Bucky grinned. Peter chimed in, reminding the three of you that everyone else was waiting, "We can get lots of food, my daddy is paying."
Thor cheered, which prompted Wanda and Peter to copy him, drawing a laugh from Steve.
"You know Pete, I'm starting to think you're only here for my money."
Peter's indignant reply was the beginning of another tangent, leading to more teasing and more laughter. And as you sat in a too-small booth, sitting on Steve's lap and blowing straw wrappers at Wanda and Loki, you realized that your bad day, as with all the bad days that had come before it, wasn't worth remembering because you were the happiest you could ever remember being.
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joesheistyy · 1 year
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Bad Day
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I’ve had a shit day so I’m writing about it 🫠
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Nothing could seem to go right today. One thing after another did not go to plan, made a mess, or overall was just shit. You never liked to bring your work life home, but sometimes you just had to let your frustration out.
After getting to work at 8am, you spilled coffee down your cream colored crew neck, not noticing it until hours later. You got scuffs on your new bag, very visible ones at that. Your head hurt, you forgot your lunch and didn’t have time to go get anything…the list goes on and on.
Getting in the car upon work ending, you checked the time to see the clock reading 6:37. An hour and 37 minutes later than you should have been working. A groan escaped your mouth as you hit your head into the headrest of your drivers seat. All you wanted to do was disappear for a few days.
Driving home consisted of stupid traffic and people who didn’t know how to drive. Many close calls when it came to safety. Your usual 15 minute drive became 30 which put you home at a time when you would much rather be already relaxing.
You pulled into the driveway, hitting the garage door sensor to send it open. The battery on your sensor was dead, imagine that. You put your car in park in the driveway, deciding to not even park it in the garage.
You grabbed all your work belongings and headed for the front door. You then realized your keys were buried in your bag, the one with new scuffs on it. Ringing the doorbell was the easiest option, hoping Joe wasn’t busy so he could open the door.
About a minute after standing there, you caved and set your belongings down, deciding to dig for your keys. No Joe in sight.
You opened the door and propped it open so you could drag all your belongings inside. Everything was dropped in the entryway. Shoes flung off, purse on the floor, keys out of sight again.
Stomach growling, you headed to the kitchen to find even the littlest thing to satisfy your longing hunger. You grabbed an orange and peeled it over the sink, letting the peels to sit there to toss later.
As you continued to munch on your orange, footsteps approached from the stairs. Here comes Joe in his good-day having mood. You were not up for any of it.
“Hi honey, how was your day?” He asked cheerfully, just happy to see his girl.
“Shit. I don’t think I’ve ever had a worse day,” you complained.
“What happened?” He asked.
“You don’t even want to know. One thing after another made my day go to shit and far from any sort of recovery,” you stated, heading for the stairs so you could go change.
Joe stayed downstairs and turned on your favorite TV show. Unfortunately, you weren’t in the mood to watch TV.
After putting on comfortable clothes, you went back to the kitchen to make dinner. A simple air fryer meal was calling your name. Mini corn dogs and french fries.
Joe was waiting for your arrival into the living room as you made your dinner. Once everything was cooking, you poured yourself a rather large and questionable amount of wine. When the food finished, you put it on a plastic plate and headed for the living room.
You plopped down onto the armchair, not sitting close to Joe like you normally did. He gave you a glance, but you were focused on your food.
“Baby, talk to me. I know it makes you feel better,” he pried as you kept eating silently.
“Joe, I really don’t wanna talk about it,” you said as you put another mini corn dog into your mouth.
“Come on babe, please?” He begged like a kid in a candy store.
“Joe I said no. I don’t want to think about it, let alone re-live it,” you said sternly as you got up to head for the kitchen. Joe got up and followed.
You put your plate into the sink and turned on the faucet to give it a pre-dishwasher rinse. Joe approached you while you were at the sink. His arms snaked around your waist and that irritated you, you wanted space to breathe after such a bad day.
“Joe get off,” you tried to push his arms off.
“No,” he replied as he buried his head into your neck.
“I said, get off,” you shoved at his arms. He pulled back with a look of astonishment on his face. You never acted like this when you had a bad day. You usually wanted to be comforted, but not today.
Joe didn’t fight back, he only walked off sadly to go back to sitting on the couch. You headed up to the bedroom quietly in hopes that you could get a little alone time.
When you made it up to your shared bedroom, you headed to take off your makeup and lay down. The warm cloth used to take off your makeup cleansed your skin of the day’s stress, and you took a deep breath.
The day finally caught up with you after you got comfortable in bed. Your bedside lamp was on while you laid on your phone trying to watch TikTok. As time passed, you felt a teardrop come out the corner of your eye. You were laying on your side which sent the warm, salty drop to splash on your pillowcase. Once one fell, a few more followed. You didn’t have one specific reason to cry, but the events of the day had kept stacking up.
You continued to watch TikTok through your clouded eyes, but then you heard Joe come into the room. You quickly wiped away your tears, not wanting him to know you were crying.
He took his shirt off and came over to the bed to lay down. You were turned and facing him, and when he saw your face, he could tell you had been crying.
After climbing in bed, he gently took your phone out of your hands and turned it off, then pulled you into his side. You let out a little sniffle as you morphed yourself into your little Joe nest. You had one specific way you would lay with Joe when you were going through anything.
His hand reached down to brush at your scalp and move your hair away from your forehead. He looked down at you with a slight frown, hating when you would cry.
“I’m sorry you’ve had a bad day baby, can I do anything to help?” He asked in a gentle voice.
“Not necessarily. Just don’t leave my side,” you let out a soft giggle followed by a sniffle.
"I won't baby, and we'll make sure tomorrow is a better day for you," he leaned down to kiss the top of your head, resting his chin there afterwards.
You fell asleep on his chest and let the shit day turn to beautiful sleep.
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I started writing this like two weeks ago and its also not good so im sorry y'all haha
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dearsnow · 1 year
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EVERYWHERE, EVERYTHING
- your best friend comes home for the first time after joining the military. (jon snow x gn!reader, modern au, some parts are sad but it’s mostly fluffy). part of the mixtape 2: our version collab
based on “everywhere, everything” by noah kahan
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a/n - i love jon sm but me personally? i would not be able to stand having a military man because i would be sad he’s not in my arms every day 🥲
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Coming back to his large family house in his little hometown leaves Jon feeling conflicted. The snow is the same. The barren trees, the little snowmen on the front lawn, the crunch of leaves underfoot- everything is the same. It’s so similar to the life he once had, yet so different. As he gazes upon the once-warm house in the cold north, he finds it hard to swallow. His half-siblings have grown so much that he can hardly recognize the littlest ones; they went from lumps of blankets and tears to little people with their own thoughts and complicated personalities.
He will see you, too, and he isn’t sure if he can even handle the idea.
Leaving to join the military was one of the hardest things he ever had to do, yet it was necessary. Northward Base, lovingly nicknamed “The Wall” by its residents, had opened so many opportunities for him. Honor to his family and whatnot. He had gone through so much with his brothers, and there was yet more to come. But he is back now, at his old doorstep.
Sansa stands in the doorway, leaning on the side of it. Arya hasn’t spotted him yet, though he is sure she will rush him with a hug and a million questions when she does. Robb offers to take his luggage in with him, but Jon shakes his head with a smile. He can carry his own bags now.
You’ve been waiting for this day for so long. After years, years of waiting and writing to him and sitting in your own isolation, your best friend is at the tips of your numb fingers. As you stare out your window, almost afraid he would disappear again if you blink, you remember the day he left.
It was barely the middle of fall. There were dead leaves raked in piles outside of his house, the house you frequented, and you felt an almost childish urge. Who could stop you, though?
You jumped in a pile, the material underneath your boots giving out a crackling noise so loud it alerted the attention of the newly eleven-year-old Arya. She quickly jumped in with you, tackling you to the ground. You fell with a ‘fwump’, a giggle bubbling up through your stomach like warm cider. The ground was hard, the hidden rock underneath the left side of your back even harder, but all you could feel was joy.
You were too grown to be playing like that, and you knew it. You figured, though, that you had too little time to not enjoy every second of it. A mildly shocked Jon watched from the sidelines.
“Having fun?” He called. You laughed, the sound ringing out like a harmony to his ears.
“Definitely. Why don’t you come join us?” You tried to stand back up, but the child in your lap was making it a lot harder. Arya stuck out her tongue.
“Yeah, have a little fun!”
Jon shook his head. “Not today, I’m afraid.” He hesitated. “I actually have something to talk to you about.” He was looking so deeply into your soul you were sure he could see the words rumbling at the back of your throat.
Arya knew. She knew what he had to tell you, and she knew what you would say, and she decided that she would rather die than see the light fade from your eyes. She looked between the two of you for a moment then scampered away into the house behind her.
Your head was spinning. Why would she just leave like that? You knew her. She needed to know every moment, every interaction, every little glance between friend or foe. She would surely stay, unless (of course) she was already clued into the situation.
Jon took a deep breath, and you could tell his heart was aching just by the look in his deep brown eyes. His fists were clenched at his side and his breaths formed quick clouds in the cool air. You stood up, and he didn’t move to brush the leaves out of your hair like he normally would. His hands stayed still, so you took them in yours. He was ice cold.
“I’m leaving.” Oh, your Jon. So quick to the point.
“When? To where?” You questioned. You knew he had to leave at some point. You were leaving for college in the next month, though your university was so close to your home it was barely a drive.
“Today,” He whispered, “to join the military.” Your heart dropped down to your feet. You could feel a sting in your eyes, like a wave of salt water had suddenly drowned you. You now understand why Arya left so quickly.
“Today.” A prickle formed behind your eyes. “How could you not tell me? I won’t be able to see you for so long.” 
He wilted like a dying flower. “I was going to. I would’ve told you when I first thought about enlisting, but it was finals week. It felt like a bad time. Then, so much happened and I just… I just couldn’t do it. But I’m leaving for Northward today, and I needed to tell you before I went.” He swallowed thickly. You looked so crestfallen, with your teary eyes and shaking voice. He wished he didn’t have to leave you like that, but he had made up his mind long ago.
“I wish you had told me earlier.” You choked out. He winced a little bit. “At the very least, I could’ve spent more time with you. Gotten milkshakes at the café by the church one more time,” his fists tighten more than he even thought possible. “but I want you to know that I support your decision. I believe you’ll be the best they’ve ever seen.”
You wanted to scream. To yell, to beg and clutch at his coat and plead for him to stay. A rabid animal had taken over your heart, clawing at your insides and shredding your resolve like cheese.
Jon could tell you were on the verge of tears just by looking at your shifting eyes. If you were a subject, he would pass with flying colors. He didn’t know what to do except embrace you.
You sunk into his arms like they were a plush comforter. The sun was collapsing, but with him, you were safe. That would have to change soon. 
You could feel your tears making wet little marks on his shirt as your feelings finally bubbled over. He was leaving. You wouldn’t see him for a long, long time after that day, and you didn’t know how you would be able to stand it.
He lifted your chin with gentle hands. He hated seeing you cry, whether it was from a sad movie or something far more serious, so he did the only thing his heart could think of doing.
He pressed his lips to yours, and the sun finally exploded behind you.
You step out onto the sidewalk nervously, and past his driveway, you can see Jon. He’s just standing there, exchanging banter with Robb. Your heart is nearly beating out of your chest. Then, finally, he turns around.
When his eyes lock with yours, it’s like nothing ever changed. He’s taller now, with more muscle, a lot more scars, and a lot less hair. But he’s still Jon. You know his face like the back roads in Winterfell, the ones you can drive with your eyes closed. You know him like the little dorm that has been your new home for the past few years. God, you know him.
When you were sixteen, and he had just gotten his license, he took you out for a drive. He went on the back roads, the bumpy ones that sent you flying if you weren’t properly strapped in. You sat in the front seat of his brother’s old truck as you talked about anything and everything you could ever talk about.
When he reached his destination and laid out blankets in the bed of the truck, you didn’t know that in a few years, he would be gone. You laid in his arms that day as you watched the clouds meander by overhead. It was summer. The air was fresh, the grass field was peaceful, his breath was on your neck, and the birds were singing their twittering little songs. For a quiet boy, he sure talked a lot when it was just you and him. He was curious and lively in those little moments. His stoicism was put off to the side and he could talk freely when you looked at him. Your eyes were just so inviting he couldn’t stop his words from tumbling over the edge.
“I want to join the military someday. It’ll make my dad happy, I think, knowing I’m in there with my uncle. For once, maybe I can be more than my father’s unfortunate mistake. But I also know that it means leaving Winterfell behind, maybe forever. It means leaving everywhere, everything, and everyone. I wonder if I could even make a decision like that.” He said, eyes glued to the sky above. It was nice like that, you thought. Watching him watch the clouds.
“Whatever you decide, I’ll always be here for you.” You responded simply. It was true. Somehow, you knew you would still love him even if he was a million miles away. You would love him if he got a lover, though you would try your best to stop, and you would love him when he was dead. You would love him when you were dead, too. You would love him so deeply the worms would taste his lips on your rotting skin. “Just remember to write me every once in a while.” You didn’t know how soon he would be leaving, and looking back on it, you should have seen the signs. You should’ve known that he would leave the moment he graduated. He was always like that, persevering and fighting and marching forward the moment life called for it. But in the moment, you couldn’t even fathom life without your best friend. The only thing that mattered was the present.
He had brought a little laptop, and you both binge-watched bad rom-coms until you fell asleep wrapped in blankets that smelled like him. 
He takes a step towards you, unsure. You’re unsure too, but a magnetic force pulls you forward until you’re both stumbling over your feet to get to each other. You crash into him, and he holds you like you might shatter and break. “Jon,” You whisper, “I missed you so much.” He smiles.
“I surely missed you more.” 
You shake your head with a laugh. “Impossible. I wrote you so many letters they could fill a book, and I saved all of your texts.”
He looks at you with soft eyes. “You never left my mind when I was up there. Never.”
Robb hoots from the sidelines, and Sansa giggles. The Starks had been your rocks while Jon was away, though Robb was often gone, and you love them like siblings. They’ve always been your siblings, in a sense.
“Save some love for me, brother!” Robb calls. Jon looks over with a joking glare before Sansa pulls the other Stark into their family home. She was the wariest of you at first, but she quickly became one of your most trusted confidants. You guess she liked having someone around that she could spill drama to- none of her siblings cared for the latest whos, whats, and wheres.
Jon is still hugging you, but he pulls away just the tiniest bit. “We should go get milkshakes while I’m home. Is Hot Pie’s still open or has it closed down since I’ve been away?”
You narrow your eyes. “It’s still open, but don’t you think you should greet the rest of your family first?” He pauses like he just now realized. He laughs a little heartwarming laugh.
“Yeah, you’re right. Here,” He pulls out his keys, “Just wait in the truck. I’ll be out in a little.”
The ‘little’ was more like half an hour, but you were happy to wait. You realized, in those thirty minutes, something that you should have known years ago. You need to savor life while it lasts, let it melt on your tongue like a chocolate before you’re too old to taste it. You need to savor him while he’s yours. Everything will end someday, and you need to act like it. You set your resolve when you see him speed walking towards his truck. The same one from all those years ago, passed down to him when Robb had gotten something fresher and newer. Jon was never one to waste, so when it was his turn to have it, he fixed it up. It still felt the same, but the air freshener on the rearview mirror was an entirely new scent. 
He got in the driver’s seat, and everything felt familiar. It felt like a wave washing over you, reminding you of all of the memories you have ever had with him. 
There’s a little smile on his face as he turns the keys in the ignition.
“What did you do while I was away? Anything new you didn’t mention in your letters?” He asks. He’s watching the road, and you’re staring at the usual blur of snow and bare trees. 
“Oh, nothing. I just studied a lot and missed you. I made a couple new friends in college, and I definitely missed you. Oh, have I mentioned that I missed you yet?” You tease. His cold heart warms in his chest as he chuckles.
“No, I don’t think you have.” He says, eyes flickering over to you for a minute.
“What were you up to?” 
He shrugs. “I got promoted to lieutenant. I didn’t really want it, but it’s what I had to do. I was also attacked by my own platoon and my heart stopped. Got released from duty after that. I should have just stayed home.”
Your mouth drops open. “And you didn’t mention any of that to me?” He squints at the road.
“I didn’t want you to worry.” He replied simply. What a doofus, always concerned about you when all you want to do is be there for him.
“Well, we don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. But if you do want to, my ears are open.” He laughs at that, and you laugh, and you’re both laughing so hard he almost misses the turn to Hot Pie’s. It’s not that funny, but somehow, it rekindles an old, dying flame.
The rest of the short drive is filled with words spilling from the surface of your skin. You have so much to talk about. Things both of you couldn’t express through letters or texts bubble up, and nothing stops them. You’re breathless by the time you reach the door of the café. 
He opens the door for you, always a gentleman. When you step through the threshold, the familiar smell of sweets and freshly-baked bread wafting through the air, the boy behind the counter gasps.
“Our favorite customers, back again!” It’s Hot Pie himself, now grown and definitely friendlier than he once was. He was lovingly nicknamed after the place he worked a long time ago, and it seemingly stuck to this day. His name tag reads “Hot Pie Jr”. 
You shoot him a smile. “You know we couldn’t stay away for very long.” He nods, satisfied with your answer.
“I guess it’s the usual then. An Oreo milkshake for m’lord, and something special for someone special.” He wiggles his eyebrows, and you snort. He still knows your order. 
When you sit down at your usual booth, you notice a new painting on the wall. It’s a gorgeous landscape featuring the sun setting over a grassy field, one that looks so much like that certain spot in Winterfell it makes you shiver. You wonder if the café’s owners had it commissioned. Jon notices it too, and he gives you a slightly confused look.
“Is that…?”
“I think so.” It’s such a coincidence. There are reminders of your time in the bustling town everywhere. It’s like you can never escape it, and you’re quite sure you don’t want to. “That’s so weird, but I feel like it’s meant to be there.”
He nods in agreement. “Everything feels like it’s meant to be here. Especially you.” He makes no attempt to elaborate, so you gently coax the words he’s choking back out of his mouth.
“What do you mean by that?”
He hesitates. “You just feel like home to me. Being back here, not giving inspiring speeches or training or listening for gunshots and talking to you makes me think I could have a real second chance at life. When I’m with you, nothing else matters.” He looks at you like he expects you to kick him where it hurts. You don’t even consider that for a second.
“I feel the same way.” You offer, giving him a watery smile. The way he words things sounds so poetic it makes your head spin. You can feel tears rushing to your eyes again and the rough patch in your throat flares up, choking you with words unsaid. Something about him makes you emotional in a way you can’t even hope to stop. He lets out a deep sigh and looks even deeper into your eyes.
“I love you.”
You’re a little shocked. He’s not one to express his emotions so openly, but you’re glad your friend feels safe with you. “I love you too.”
“Not in that way. I love you so much it almost hurts. Every minute you’re gone I think about you, and I think about you even when you’re right in front of me. I’ve never loved anyone this deeply.” He confesses. You’ve been waiting for this moment since the moment you met him.
You met when you were both extremely young. His parents invited yours over for a dinner party, and you hit it off so well with the quiet boy that he has been stuck to your side ever since.
You loved him at first sight. From the moment you saw him, you fell head over heels into a never ending spiral of him. Down, down, down the rabbit hole you went, and you don’t regret a single second of pining. Everything has led up to this moment.
He looks so earnest and kind it sends a throb through your heart. He laid his inner workings on the table in front of you, and you can only respond in kind.
“Me too.” His eyes widen significantly, but he lets you continue. “I’ve loved you like that since we were little, before I even really knew what love was. I just saw your little frown and curly black hair and thought ‘yes, he’s the one’.” He smiles at that. “But really, I fell in love with your heart. I fell in love with how you care about other people, especially Arya. I fell in love with your intelligence and sparring prowess and messy handwriting. I love everything about you.” Your words come out in a ramble. You can’t stop yourself, the reasons just keep pouring until there’s nothing left. 
He listens with thirsty ears. When you’re almost out of things to say, he can feel his heart beating just as fast as it did when he told you about his decision to leave. Butterflies are flocking in his stomach, but he leans over the table anyways to capture you in your second ever kiss. His lips are warm, just like how his hands usually are. They’re a little rough, too, but you don’t fault him for it. At the moment, nothing else matters except the fact that your passion is leaking out of every pore on your body.
When you finally break away to suck in greedy gulps of air, the volcano in your heart erupts and sends your mind reeling. 
“Oh my god.” You’re so dazed you can barely function, and he doesn’t look much better. He’s panting a little, and that’s when Hot Pie decides to bring over your drinks.
“I didn’t want to interrupt, but here you are. On the house, lovebirds.” He teases. Jon’s face flushes red, and your cheeks warm so quickly you could rival a stovetop. He leaves you alone after that, and you couldn’t be more grateful.
Jom clears his throat. “I’m sorry.”
“What for?” You ask, breathless.
“For not asking to be your boyfriend earlier.” There’s a teasing lilt to his voice, and it makes you laugh.
“Well, you certainly can be. I would appreciate it if you didn’t wait until the day of to announce your next departure, though.” He cringes. 
“Understood.”
It’s a long time before you’re ready to leave Hot Pie’s, but in your eyes, it’s the most meaningful time you’ve ever spent. When you walk out, you walk out hand in hand, and for the first time in a long while, you truly feel alive.
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anonymooseforever007 · 10 months
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His Aunt's Stories
(Platonic Arthur Shelby x Female reader)
Summary: In which we learn about the irony in a friendship Arthur made during the war, and why he came back with so many unheard of stories. But are they really that unheard of....
A/N:  Hi, y’all! Warnings for Fluff and Angst! So this is literally just a repost of the old version except it's edited and I had to repost it because tumblr was being evil and turned off the replies with out telling me and it won't let me turn it back on. But yeah! I think this is still one of my favourite things I've written just because of the idea behind it! I hope y'all enjoy it! ❤️
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-Arthur Shelby met a nurse during the war and they became great friends.
-And only friends because she was married, but even still, somehow Arthur never learned her last name, only the nickname given to her by the people around camp. 
-They all called her Angel, because that’s what everyone who she fixed up saw her as, an Angel sent to come to make them better. And so they were never more than great friends but they still grew close enough to the point of writing to their families about each other.
-She would write to her husband about the great Arthur Shelby, who could draw well and made her laugh, reminding her of her brother in law. She also wrote to her husband about how Arthur would always make sure she was safe from the more “needy” patients. The ones who didn’t care about the ring she wore around her neck to keep it from getting dirty. One “friendly reminder” from him and she was treated with respect from any man who dared cross that boundary. Angel always told Arthur that her husband was grateful for that bit, for keeping his beloved safe while he was fighting somewhere else.
-And in turn, Arthur would write about her to his family, about the nurse who reminded him of Ada and had a spark in her eye that he hadn’t seen since his mother was alive. The nurse with the husband who Arthur never met (as he himself was fighting far away) but who Arthur admired for catching such a woman. A man who he never caught the last name of, and was only referred to by the nurse as, “My husband” or “My Ally”
-Arthur would also write to his family of the stories that the Angel nurse would tell him. Stories of her own making, fantastical tales that she apparently told her own nephew before the war.
-Now why would a grown woman be telling a grown man children’s��stories? Because a story was a story of course, and during a time when the world surrounding seemed to be full of violence and chaos, it was nice to have something a little childish to hold on to.
-And so for months this went on, nearly a full year with the two friends growing closer and the nurse often telling Arthur new stories and helping him write them out, so his Aunt Polly could read then to his little brother.
-In fact, His littlest brother (in age not height) still had these stories today, as Finn kept all the letters his brothers sent to him during the war, even if he couldn’t read them. Because during the war, for a young boy who hadn’t seen his brothers in years, holding the letters were the closest he could get to hugging the men themselves when he was sacred during the time they were gone. And many years later, for one of Finn’s brothers, holding the the letters would be the closest he could get to being with his brother ever again. But that’s a story for another time.
-So time went by as Arthur and the nurse became great friends who enjoyed spending time together and comforting each other after a hard day (or one that was harder than most during a war as they were all hard now). And it was likely with the way things were going, the two would be friends even after the war was over, as the bond they built was deeper than the trenches they often took cover in.…
-At least until the day the smoke drowned the moon in the crest of the night.
-It was an enemy attack which none had anticipated, and fewer were ready for. Bombs had been set off by the camp, leading the enemy to enter the boundaries in the cover of grey air and choking smoke.
-But many thought Lady Luck must have been generous that night, as even though they were unprepared and outnumbered, Arthur’s Unit managed to fend off the attack with little injury to their own men. They called it a miracle…
-It wasn’t until later when he saw the hands of his beloved nurse friend (sister), covered in blood. Which wouldn’t have been unusual, except for the fact the blood didn’t belong to another person this time. She wasn’t lying on the ground  because she was trying to stitch up a wounded man…
-The blood was her own.
-And while Arthur never truly learned what happened that night, with so sudden the chaos of the attack, he always knew it was never directly his fault.
-But there would always be a little piece of him in the back of his mind, telling him it was his fault it ended this way, it was his fault no one was there to protect her.
-Even if she quietly told him otherwise, as he kneeled down beside her, his blood now mixing with her own,as he desperately tried to slow the flow coming out a woman he considered another sister. Even if she was weakly smiling at him trying to make a joke about what her husband would do to Arthur if he saw where the man’s hands laid now. Even if the gentle way she was barely squeezing his hand, as she told him he’d have to finish the newest story for his brother on his own, told otherwise.
-And sometimes even years later after the war ended, Arthur would close his eyes at night and be greeted by the same spark he watched fade so long ago.
-Because nurses were sent to the front to patch those who were dying. But when the nurse is the one that’s dying, who does the patching…
-After the war Arthur was a different man, far different than who he was before, but that didn’t stop some things from being the same. He still smoked and drank and slept around. And he still did “business” as Shelby family grew its reach, often finding his hands covered in blood and who knows what else. He still loved his family to the ends of the earth, and because of his ability to do fun voices he was still always the first his many nieces and nephews would come to for a story.
-And maybe now after the war he had some new stories, ones nobody had heard before because they were original stories, that came from an author long since lost.
-Stories that the kids loved to hear over and over as the imaginative tales brought dreams to their head that would make anyone smile. And so it was because of the joys the tales brought to the children that Arthur kept telling them too.
-Because he knew how happy their creator would be to know her stories still helped children smile. That was her favorite part of making her stories. Using them to makes others forget their troubles and smile… even if Arthur often wanted to cry after telling them these days.
-Though that part, the children never knew… for Arthur telling the stories was a way for his head to retell her story. The one of the friendship the between them. The story of a woman who many thought deserved the whole world. Who deserved the life she would have had…. if it weren’t cut short. The story of a woman who was one of the kindest Arthur had ever met and even now he considered one of his closest friends.
-And as close as they were Arthur rarely liked being reminded of her story together, because he never liked the ending… not one bit.
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Bonus (maybe): (I.e. me trying to to back the original idea)
      So for years Arthur would tell the stories that the Angel told him, sometimes with Finn chiming in to help too. Finn knew the stories by heart, having made Polly read them over and over in the time it took between his brothers letters for a new one to arrive while they were far away. Finn didn’t know how the nurse’s story ended either, and so to him they really were just stories his brother Arthur learned during the war.
     And a few times, when Arthur was gone Finn would be the one to tell the tales to his brothers’ children, even dragging Bonnie and Isaiah into to help him act the words out to better distract the kids from the business occurring in the next room.
     One time when the Shelby’s were on more friendly terms with the Solomons, the boys even tried to drag Goliath into the stories while the older men talked in the other room.
     They had noticed the giant standing close by, as he heard them speak with a frown on his face, one that didn’t quite show anger, but rather confusion as if he was remembering something he had heard long ago. He didn’t join of course, but he still stood there, listening as Finn and the others sat by the children telling the old stories.
      He stood listening, even as he prayed his uncle didn’t in fact hear the stories, as Goliath didn’t know how he’d react. Goliath wasn’t sure where Finn learned the stories, but he knew how his uncle felt about them. Goliath knew how his uncle felt about her, even all these years later. He knew how his uncle felt about what happened to her, and even suspected it played into his feeling towards a certain eldest Shelby, but never brought it up. No,…bringing it up would reveal to many cards, too many weaknesses.
      But still, Goliath listened to the stories now told by Finn, praying his uncle wouldn’t hear them. Stories, Goliath himself actually knew already the ending of, even if he hadn’t heard a Shelby tell them before.
      He knew how these stories ended, even if he wasn’t sure how the one about the author herself ended. He had heard them when he was young, her stories, made just for him, as he sat on the lap of a woman he hadn’t seen since before the war. A woman who he never saw after the war. A woman whose story only one man truly knew the ending of.
     Because as far as anyone was knew, no one was there when she got hurt. No one was there for her in the midst of the fighting, on the night the smoke drowned out the moon….But one man was there only a few minutes after.
     One man was a few minutes too late…
     One man was there trying to stop the blood from flowing, with tears in his eyes as she made a joke about where he was putting his hands. One man was there, kneeling in a growing puddle of blood, his mixing with her own, as she gently squeezed his hand and told him it wasn’t his fault. One man was there as she weakly smiled up at him, encouraging him to finish the newest story for his brother by himself. She knew he could do it, he just had to believe he could do it too.
     One man was there…
     Only one. And it was not the one who wished he was there the most…
     Goliath knew how the stories themselves ended but he wasn’t exactly sure how the one about their author did. 
      In the end, only one man was there the night the breath left her chest and the blood left her heart. On the night when the Angel became an Angel, only one man was there, holding his friend close. Only one man was certain how her story ended. That was the night the spark finally faded in the eyes of Goliath’s late aunt.
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A/N: Ok that’s it… :) I was thinking one night and decided that I really liked the idea of Arthur making friends with a nurse who loved stories and died during the war (and he couldn’t save her), not realizing (until possibly later) that the nurse was in fact Alfie’s late wife and that’s kinda why Alfie dislikes Arthur more than the others…but I didn’t know how to write the full story and here we are! 
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sanaxo-o · 18 days
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spread some love !
talk about your favourite mutuals and why you like them
I am only tagging the mutuals who I talk on a daily basis. I truly love, respect and look up to every single mutual of mine and I am really grateful to have them in my life because I don’t think I would have come this far without them :)
@o-onikix : Nara is literally my closest and dearest friend I could ask for. She literally knows everything about me, she is also someone who pays close attention to me and always remembers the littlest things I say. Like once we were talking and I mentioned about me liking butterscotch cake and a few days later when we were on call and I was eating a cake Nara went “Is that butterscotch cake?” Without even me having to tell her. It made me genuinely so happy because tbh she might be the only irl friend who pays so close attention to me and my well being. Not only that you will always see me running to her whenever I am in some kind of misery and she would always be there for me and listen to me. I still remember how I was there with Nara when we were talking about ghosts 😭. Poor baby was shaking 💀 but tbh…she’s cute like that haha. I love you so much Nara 🥺
@from-izzy : ironic how it’s about to be a year since I sent you that flirty text as our first conversation. Omg glad I got this ask now. So yesterday I had this huge argument and was upset but do you know what izz does? She call me to check on me to know if I am okay 🥺. Like that made me realise that I truly am surrounded by such lovable and caring people and that also especially someone like izzy knowing she was herself freaking out over her assignments yet she called me :( it made me want to cry (happy tears yall). And tbh even though me and izzy argue most of the time her silly stuff at the end of the day I always go to her knowing I cannot live a day without hearing her rant about uni. Mine and Izzy’s friendship cannot be described in one paragraph tbh 😭. Like we have way too many dynamics for that 😭. We can be flirting on one app, bickering on another and having a deep conversation on some whole another app. To sum it up, I trust izzy a loads and I always go to her when I have to talk about something :) love you 🥺
@winterchimez : my Als, mu Sabrina Carpenter enthusiasts, the one who bears my crazy ass 🥺. We literally bonded over Sabrina Carpenter and I love that for us. I always go to ally when I see something negative or just to talk about something I get stressed about and you know what fills my heart? She is always there for me. Despite everything she’s been going through, she still manages to have a talk with me and I admire her for that. Not only that she might be one of the strongest people out there for still doing what she’s doing despite the struggles. Me and ally are someone who would always be together (as she said, we’re Kyunyu) she’s also ig the third mutual I made on this app which is really important for me because it wasn’t easy for me at that time knowing my writing was always dark and it made me kind of reluctant on making friends, scared people might judge me but Ally just out here accepting me as her gremlin. (I will always send you Sangyeon stuff. Once you see this expect that Sangyeon video in your DMs mam). Love you despite all the stuff I pull up with hehe.
@strayed-quokka : me and Lenlen met just this year, in feb but we got insanely close so fast it’s crazy. If you are a moot of Lennon you can expect some adventures from her side which will always make you go “WHAT? HOW ARE YOU? EVERYTHING ALRIGHT??” Like no kidding. I used to also read her TBZ work (by that I mean that Sunwoo fic) before I became her moot and I still cannot accept the fact that we’re now moots 😭🥺. She has my heart and we’re married I believe. The one thing I always look forward to is “Good morning Sana” from lenlen which just makes me smile like a kid 🥺. Me and lenlen also have such chaotic moments together, she’s always up to something in the DMs tbh 😭. And when you see me and lenlen together expect some crazy flirtings from both sides haha cause it’s never gonna stop. I still admire how lenlen and @from-izzy were there for me when I was scared and hid myself in the washroom:( it made me feel so much more better and safer knowing they are there for me no matter what.
@mosviqu : despite me and Boo starting off on some..meh terms (it’s not my fault you thought I was bullying you 😐) we grew so close after that tbh 😭. Me and bar from talking about her Sunwoo fic to me making a doc of Eric fic which only she has the access to 🥺. The words are not enough, because there’s so much to talk about her, from her writing, to her sweet personality, to her chaotic energy which just explodes out of nowhere. She also never fails to amaze me with her choice of words sometimes…
@cloverdaisies : we haven’t talked talked lately because (fuck your job and uni. They’re taking you away from me 😭🥺) life happened but I look up to clo and her writing so much it’s unimaginable. I remember how I was fangirling about her to ally and ally going “oh she’s my mutual” and me not believing it until clo started following me which made me want to scream and die out of happiness + embarrassment because hello?? Your favourite author just followed you 😭. And now when it comes to clo…I don’t trust her (jk) but I love her. She is…she makes me question reality with what she says everytime 😐. But I will never forget how clo was there for me when I needed her the most. She was listening to me talk when I was scared and I was truly glad because there was someone who was there to listen to me.
@astrae4 : Gill is like my child who always gets herself in trouble 😐😭. We always simp, sob, cry and scream over the one and only Choi Chanhee but despite that she gives some of the great advices when you need it. And no I am not gonna play that restaurant game ever again child-
@quaissants : my gremlin, my pudding 🥰. I trouble her like…everyday which makes her want to kill me (enemies to lovers?-) but despite that she helps me a loads when it comes to writing 🥺. We mostly interact on the server but nowadays I talk with her in DMs too which I am grateful for <3
@itsbeeble : hmm…I love you but I won’t stop bullying you (I don’t even bully you. You just think I bully you and it’s just your mind playing games with you because it’s always filled with Eric and Sunwoo…) jk but because of her busy schedule we don’t get to talk much but whenever she comes back from her disappearance those days might be one of the best ones because I have fun with her and izzy. Hope you’re alright and healthy since you disappeared. Again.
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ST analysis/S5 theories Part I: Will and Henry - parallels and differences
I started making theories on S5 the moment I finished S4. It was so good! Of course, theories should be fun, and they come from my immense love for this story and its amazing characters. If what I speculate doesn’t happen, no problem. I just hope the story is good. That being said, let’s have fun! 
There are so many theories to discuss and analysis to make. Where the powers come from, Will and Eleven, the parallels between the two Byler relationships (Nancy/ Jonathan, and Will/ Mike) and so much more! But today let’s talk about my favorite character, Will Byers. He didn’t have much to do this season, but his scenes were among my favorite. Some of them were so beautiful and heartbreaking. Noah Schnapp is such a talented actor. But more importantly, some of the most shocking reveals of the show that we got in S4 involve Will directly. That’s why they had to send him to California, imo, or it would be even more obvious. This proves his fundamental role in the story and in the last season of Stranger Things. I’m talking about Henry and Will’s parallels, the Upside Down being stuck at 11/6/83, the day Will went missing, Dustin telling they needed Will, and Nancy mentioning how he found a way to communicate with his mom with the lights. They really wanted us to think about the mysterious week he spent there alone. And for good reasons.
1. Parallels between Will Byers and Henry Creel
They’re obvious and very deliberate. From the words to describe them (sensitive kids), to their clothes and love for drawing. The writers went out of their way to make us notice how similar they are. Of course, it’s important for the story.
Two sensitive kids who love drawing
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Almost the same clothes
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They both drew the Mind Flayer.
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Both Vecna and Will are called wizards. The password to enter Castle Byers in S1 is Radagast, the name of one of the wizards in The Hobbit/Lord of the Rings. Also, notice the flames on Will’s cloak. Flames, fireballs. The only thing that can hurt the creatures of the UD. Coincidence? I think not.
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Hopper, in S2, asks if they can kill the Mind Flayer with fireballs
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Even the littlest details show the clear connection between them.
Will in his classroom, in Lenora. Behind him, the name Henry
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Henry’s infamous grandfather clock. The name of the manufacturer: Williams The clock was important in S4 and will be even more important in S5 (the theory on why is here )
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So yeah, we get it, Duffer brothers. Will and Henry are similar (cough, and they both have powers, cough)
2. Differences
Henry didn’t have a loving family. His father seemed to at least care about him, but they didn’t seem close. Henry calling him blind and dumb could mean that he didn’t see many things, not just that he lost his eyes. Henry’s mother despised him and wanted a doctor to lock him up to fix him. And I’m sure he didn’t have a bond with his sister, who probably considered him a freak. Henry was a lonely, kid, like he said, deeply misunderstood, and when he realized he had powers, he didn’t have anybody who could guide him or stop him. So he started to use them to hurt others. He became a predator. He said: But for good. So he didn’t just kill for fun. But that doesn’t change the fact that he chose violence. 
Will has an awful dad, but he has a loving mother and brother. He has friends he loves fiercely, especially Mike. People who would do anything to protect him. And Will’s so selfless that he was even worried about Jonathan’s hand, when he was the one who’d almost died in a scary, alternate dimension.  
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So why showing us how similar Will and Henry are? Some people think it’s foreshadowing of Will becoming like Henry. I disagree. We know that in S5 Will will have a huge role, but it’s going to be, to quote the Duffers, “the beginning of his coming of age”. I doubt they want him to be possessed again and start killing people. He’ll be a hero, not a villain.
Anyway, I think it is possible that Will only has vague memories of what happened to him in the UD. I’m sure people told him what he did, about the lights, the cassette player, the phone calls, and he was just like, hm, yeah, I did those things. It wouldn’t be too strange. In S2, Lucas told Max that Will didn’t want to talk about his experience. And let’s be honest. Has anyone ever asked him how he was able to almost open a gate in his living room? Or how did El recognize him from that pic? They never answered those questions. So maybe the answer in S5 will be something like: We were so focused on saving you, that we never really thought about it. Or, you always said you didn’t want to talk about it. And Will could say that it was all confused and he just remembered he was always cold and scared. 
Maybe he can’t remember because of the trauma. Like El forgot about Henry and the massacre. Or it could be something that was done to him. To let him stay dormant until Vecna or the MF needs him, once the UD starts to merge with our world. Will literally said that to Max and Lucas in S3, when they were talking about the Flayed people: “It’s like you’re dormant.”  The actor who plays Henry said that Vecna and Will have history. So, in S5, Will could realise that he knows more than he thinks and will need to remember every detail about those terrifying days. And in doing so, he will find the answers they need to win.
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S5 SPOILERS
From some bts photos, we know that someone will get targeted by Vecna, or will have visions, or will have to reliving memories. 
Noah posted this pic on IG. He wears the same harness used when Max got Vecna’d in 4x04.
EDIT: It seems that the harness was for the van scene, for safety. But the other pics are still proof that something weird is going to happen, for sure
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This is a flying harness.
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In the S4 read table we see the actor who plays Lonnie. But we didn’t see Lonnie in S4, so either they cut his scene or they’ve already filmed a few scenes of S5. 
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And here another bts pic of Noah and Millie at the Rink-o-Mania. Noah wears the same brown shirt. In the actual scene he doesn’t, so this happens later, in a vision. Whose vision? Who knows? Will's? Mike's, if he gets Vecna'd? Look at Millie’s dress. Yep. That’s the milkshake.
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But even tho we don’t know what these pics mean, the hints throughout the whole show are clear: Will is important and has a deep connection to Henry, the Mind Flayer and the UD, because he has powers too. And this is one of the biggest surprises of the show. 
3. Will wasn’t just a random victim and the kidnapping scene proves it 
How:
The Demogorgon’s attack is different
The door opened with telekinesis (no creature in the show has ever used that power. Not the Demogorgons in S1 and S4, nor the demobats or demodogs. They could include that element in other seasons, but maybe they didn’t because they decided it could actually mean something)
The shed’s light (this detail comes back in S4. In the Creel House)
1)  It really seems that the Demorgogon specifically targeted Will, because after the kidnapping we learn that the monster chases preys that are bleeding: Barb, the deer, Jonathan and Nancy, the government men (at the school, Mike even says twice: “Blood! Blood!”) But the monster never really attacks Joyce. Imo, because she wasn’t bleeding. The Demogorgon just didn’t want her to help Will. And Will wasn’t bleeding either. We have confirmation from Hopper. When he finds his bike, Joyce explicitly asks if there was blood on it and Hopper says there wasn’t.
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We also know that, despite the fact that he wasn’t bleeding, the Demogorgon followed Will for a mile. We know it was a mile because at the funeral Jonathan shows Nancy a map of Hawkins. The writers started the show with Will’s kidnapping, when we knew nothing about this world and this monster, and then spent the rest of the season showing us what the Demogorgon does and doesn’t do, how it attacks its prey, and what attracks it (Mike at school: “Blood! Blood!”) The Duffers never openly told us there was something weird about Will’s kidnapping, or that Will was somehow special. They showed us that his kidnapping was different from the other attacks.
Will’s kidnapping was important for the plot so they made it as mysterious as possible. True. But it’s also what they did AFTER S1 that, imo, confirms that what happened to Will was actually different. They could add information, details in later seasons that made that scene more like other attacks. But it never happened. 
On the contrary. At the end of S1 Will dies. So it seems he was just a random victim, right? But then in S2, when the Duffers said they planned out the rest of the show, suddenly Will tells Owens that this evil he’s seeing in the sky wants to kill everyone but him. Maybe, since he survived, Henry/Mind Flayer thought wait a minute, can we use him again? Sure. Or maybe Will’s “death” means something else. Because we know for sure that he wasn’t just a random victim like Barb or the other people. The very world he was trapped in apparently is stuck on the day he went missing (and not when he was intubated) That means that whatever being was in control there, the MF or Henry, they knew that something big had happened. And I refuse to believe they didn’t know it was Will. So, simply killing him and let him rot... Nah, not possible. Even if they wanted to kill him, it was for some specific reason. Stealing his powers, turnng him into an undead (He’s not breathing!) a creature of the UD. A... Zombie Boy the MF could control. We’ll see.
All of this, of course, makes me think that the Demogorgon showed up in the middle of the street to kidnap Will. 
He was targeted because he too is sensitive to (the Force) powers. He had the potential. Like Henry when he was 12. Will’s not an experiment or the child of someone who was part of Brenner’s experiments, like El. I think Henry and Will’s abilities were directly activated by the source of the powers itself. The UD/Mind Flayer. Henry’s in 1959, in his house. Will’s in the UD, on November 6th, 1983. That’s when his life changed, in many ways.
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2)  I read the theory that it was El who opened the Byers’ door with telekinesis. That the Demogorgon was actually chasing her, she saw Will, (the reason why she later recognized him in the photo), but didn’t help him because she was scared. I disagree. It wasn’t her at the door. It was the monster. Will saw its tall shadow in the door’s glass. He heard it growling and on the phone when he tried to call 911. Plus, there was no reason for El to open the door in that moment. 
But it’s interesting that no other creature has ever used that power again. Not even Billy and the Flayed. My theory is that the Demogorgon in S1, as the only creature El touched when she opened the gate, kinda absorbed her powers, like Vecna did when the MF bit her in S3. And that’s also why the monster was also able to temporarily open small gates. Something we’ve never seen again. Also, in S2 and in S3, we see El opening a lot of chain locks (the Byers’ too, in 2x08. Same shot!) imo to make us make the connection that the Demogorgon was in fact using her powers in S1. But the point of this moment, imo, is that the monster could smash that door and grab Will. But it didn’t. And I find that detail very interesting.
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3)  More thoughts on the Demogorgon. I know that it first killed a scientist in the lab, so it may seem that it wasn’t there for Will. Well. We already knew it was there to kill people. It also attacked Barb, two hunters... It wasn’t always at the Byers house in the UD during that week. But the Demogorgons in S1 and S4 we saw were always ferocious. They growled and screamed. Only the one that got Will was quiet. Also, the bike light flickered just a moment before Will saw it. I think it’s because it had just opened a small gate in the middle of the street. It totally makes sense to think that it knew Will was coming. 
Oh, one more thing. Nancy saw the Demogorgon at Steve’s and the monster was so close that she noticed it didn’t have a face. But it didn’t attack her. Maybe because she wasn’t bleeding? Or because it wasn’t hungry? But it did chase Will for a mile even tho he wasn’t bleeding. And if it was hungry, I bet it would’ve been much more aggressive.
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The only season that seems to imply that Will was a random victim and is not special at all is S3, the season when he feels ignored and says that the MF has found “another me”. Billy.
Now, of course possessing Will again would be too risky anyway. He knows what the MF is and they could try to stop it again. But also, in that season Henry just wanted to get El’s powers and killed her. And he needed the Flayed’s bodies to build the Mind Flayer. So imo, Will being ignored doesn’t mean that he’s not important. 
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Then, in S4, we got some big surprises. The introduction of Henry, who has many parallels with Will, the huge reveal that the UD didn’t always look like that. And that is even stuck on the very day Will went missing. And not just when El opened the gate. But the exact moment Will vanished, at 8:15 pm.
We know that’s when the Demogorgon got him, because Karen told Mike he had to go to bed at fifteen after (eight) And when Joyce calls her the next morning, Karen tells her Will left just a little bit after eight. So, at 8:15 he was in the shed with the Demogorgon. And the UD being stuck at that moment is definitely important (also Will keeps have visions of the MF at 8:15 pm, even tho when he was filming Mike it was actually 8:04)
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So.
The only way I could accept this coincidence is if they explain it as a parallel with Henry, who also happened to move to a town and into a house where the veil between our world and the UD is probably thinner. And that’s why he was able to sense the UD and draw the MF, and how his powers were activated. If that’s the explanation on how Henry’s powers were activated, because he moved into the only house where he could develop his hidden abilities, then, maybe, I can accept that Will was going home that night, and since the lab was near, he just met the Demogorgon. And then, when he arrived in the UD and had a direct contact with it, like Henry with the MF when he was a kid, his powers were activated too. But that’s the only coincidence I could accept, kinda. And I still prefer the idea that the Demogorgon followed him for a mile because it knew it had to get that kid. After all, there IS a big difference here. When Henry communicated with the MF there was no open gate. In 1983 there was, plus at that point Henry Creel was in the UD with the MF. So we’ll see...
But back to the it wasn’t a coincidence theory
To sum up: the kidnapping scene breaks the pattern of the Demogorgon attacks, suggesting that Will is not like the other victims. The Demogorgon being a bit too quiet, almost “delicate” with him. The door opened with telekinesis. The clue of the light in the shed getting brighter and not flickering, like the lights in the Creel House’s attic where Nancy and the others find Vecna. So they only broke the pattern with Will. And after S4 I believe that the vanishing of Will Byers was different because someone in the Upside Down wanted him specifically.
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I think there have always been hints that Will has powers, but every time the writers gave us plausible explanations for the things he could do, like Truesight and the neck tingle: him surviving in the UD for a week in S1, and being possessed by the Mind Flayer in S2. Sure, it was strange that he’d managed to survive alone, for six days, in the Upside Down and that the Demogorgon didn’t kill him immediately. But with what we learned about Henry and the UD it all makes more sense...
Bonus:
S2 - Owens talking about the “virus” that was infecting Will (aka the Mind Flayer)
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S4 - Here he was talking to El
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Hm, but at the very beginning of the season we have this. Look at the poster in Will’s room. What could it mean? It’s a mystery!
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Your tweets got me thinking of an au where Tim is Dick's bio brother but everything still happens the same way except slightly twisted.
What if on the day the Graysons fell the Drakes still went to the circus. Maybe they can't have children, don't want to try or Janet simply doesn't want to give birth, but they see this little orphan boy all by himself with no one paying attention to him and are like yes, he'll do. So they grab him while everyone is looking elsewhere.
Dick was a bit too busy with his parents dying in front of him to notice that his baby brother wiggled away from his minder to watch his family's act and is now gone. He's devastated when he can't find him. Of course, Dick blames his parents murderer for snatching his baby brother and is ready to do whatever it takes to get him back, but even after searching high and low as Robin, he can't find him. Bruce convinces him that Tim has most likely been trafficked and is already out of the country by now, so they put the case on the back burner instead of actively pursuing it.
The irony being if he had only looked next door as Dick Grayson, he'd find Tim locked up while being "trained" to be a Drake.
Que not as stable Dick who imagines only the worst has happened to his brother. Tim becomes this open wound for him because at least he has his parents bodies to bring him closure.
When Dick finally finds out Tim Drake is the baby brother he thought gone forever, he becomes insanely possessive and refuses to let Bruce or anyone have him ever again. Tim is his, and if the Drakes aren't dead by the time Dick finds out, well...
Bonus if one of the last things Baby Tim said before their family fell apart was that he wanted to marry his big brother!! And Dick takes that As A Promise. XD
😭😭😭😭😭😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢😢BABY TIMMY BEING KIDNAPPED!!!!!!! no because i can't even count the amount of times i read and reread this!!! just the angst!! the turmoil!!! the gut clenching fear!!! dick really does get the short end of this stick in this AU. as a character that values emotional connections, bonds, and family, this hits HARD.
like dick is just getting kicked while he's down. finding out his parents died, blaming himself for it, and losing his brother as well as being taken away from the circus that he considers an extended family.
it really does turn out to be the worst day of dick's life! he loses his, parents, his brother goes missing, and only he's left. he has nightmares, horrible visions of the terrible things that could've happened to tim and they only become worse when he becomes robin and sees the reality that some kids live through. and some that don't.
tim is soft. sweet. gentle. he has the kindest hands in the world that dick loves to kiss as he carries the toddler around on his back. timmy's giggles bring smiles and butterflies to dick's gut.
tim's far too young to begin training with the rest of the graysons. an exception had been made for dick because by the time he'd been 3, he'd been climbing up on dressers and trailers and leaping off to imitate his parents. teaching him how to safely tuck and roll was just a measure to make sure he didn't accidentally break his neck when no one was looking.
but timmy was a rule follower. he was the troupe's littlest helper. always eager to follow directions and be rewarded with soft caramels or little chocolates. so he listened to their mother when she stressed that he had to wait before they could teach him to fly.
during their shows, timmy would be in the stands seated by one of the stagehands and cheering louder than the next 10 people around him. dick would always dedicate a flip for him during every show, a quadruple somersault. it was tim's favorite move and dick happily indulged his little baby brother.
that night...on that night.
dick made a lot of mistakes.
he and his parents usually did photo ops a half hour before curtain call. greeting and posing for families and their children. tim would be beside them, munching on the bit of cotton candy he managed to beg out of meghan, haly's circus' confectioner.
she had a sweet spot for tim's bright red, chubby little cheeks. most people did.
dick would proudly puff up his chest when other parents with their kids would coo over tim standing with their family and waiting for the stagehand to come get him to take him to the stands.
one of the familes, a couple, smiled at tim and softly asked him his name. when they posed for their picture they asked to include tim in it. dick didn't mind but he did notice how his parent's expressions shifted slightly when the man knelt down and picked tim up without them saying it was okay.
dick had been confused at how his mom had quickly taken tim into her arms after the photographer snapped their shot. the phot op had ended after that couple and despite the smiles on their faces dick could tell his mom was upset.
he didn't get a chance to ask why because tim was quickly handed to him and he was instructed to take tim to dan, who would still be helping set up the control board for the lights.
but dick listened. he walked through the backstages, bouncing a giggling tim in his arms as he passed through several people warming up or putting finishing touches on their costumes.
"who dat?" tim asked him, sweet voice thick with the smell of sugar. dick could see where a bit of the blue dye from the cotton candy stained tim's lips. tim was looking over their shoulder and staring back at their parents.
"'who was that?' you mean, baby?" dick asked, smile tugging at his lips as tim furiously nodded. honestly, dick was pretty sure that his timmy was the smartest baby to ever live. he already spoke so clearly and pointedly even though his mouth was uncoordinated in the way all babies were.
"they're here to see your big brother, timmy!" dick exclaimed. "they're here to see me do flips!"
tim perked up at the word and immediatly clashed his little baby fists to dick's cheeks to he could stare at his face.
"qwadouple sowmersault?" he asked intently before breaking into a brilliant smile at dick's nod. tim's clapping attracted some attention, a few of the performers looking over with small smiles and grins.
tim is dropped off quickly beside dan who is scratching his head over why the opening lights are red instead of yellow.
"if the wrong color lenses were put on we'll just have to do the show like this- it's too late to change them."
dick hears them mutter as he walks away. it's 10 till curtain call and dick is speedwalking to get into position. the backstage is near vacant and he passes someone he knows shouldn't be there.
a lost guest perhaps. normally dick would stop. normally he'd tell them they weren't allowed this far back into the tent.
but it was 7 to curtain call and dick hurried away before he could be late.
someone else would spot him and lead him away.
dick had so many chances. so many opportunities to tell a stage hand, an equipment handler, anyone. all he had to do was say a guest was backstage and might be lost.
then maybe they would've seen the bulge in his pocket. they would've noticed that it was part of the safety gear from the trapeze rig.
obviously, one piece wouldn't lead to the equipment breaking down immediately. it took time for the strain and pressure to be too much and for the swings to snap.
it was just bad luck that it happened when they took down the safety nets.
red was all dick could see. red that seeped into the knees of his suit as he knelt beside his parent's bodies. red from the lights above him casting a crimson glow.
there was screaming. the crowd was stampeding to vacate the stands and leave the tent.
the big top of haly's circus could seat 1,900 people. rarely did they have a full house. but that night they did.
haly didn't have an electronic set up, they were still saving up for one and when dick was a kid most people paid with cash rather than card. they had a booth, a cashier, and a big roll of pre-printed tickets.
haly's circus didn't ask for ID only that anyone under the age of 13 be accompanied by a parent, guardian, or someone over the age of 18.
there was no record of who bought a ticket that night.
dick would live with the shame for the rest of his life but he wasn't the one who noticed tim missing.
"the crowd was like a wave!" dan was frenzied. he was explaining to the GCPD officers that showed up. "they just swept him up! carried him away! please! he's just a baby!"
but the GCPD had a more important matter to deal with. two dead people took precedence over one missing child who was probably just wandering around lost and confused after being separated from his guardians.
half an hour. that's how long it took for them to start looking.
forty five minutes. that's how long it took for them to call for backup in the search.
an hour and thirty minutes. that's how long it took for them to start casing the neighborhood, handing out descriptions of what tim was wearing.
dick had already been crying but his sobbing got worse when he heard they still hand't found tim.
tim was so small, he had these little baby legs that desperatly tried to keep up but he was just TOO small. dick carried him everywhere otherwise tim would be ten paces behind and bobbing after him.
'like a baby duckling' his mom would coo. she had her little robin and her duckie.
dick felt like the air had been ripped out of his lungs. he was bent over, fingers digging into his stained knees. veins were visible in his throat as he tried to hold back the vomit with wanted to rip a burning trail out of his throat. his abdomen was cramping from the force of his sobs. dick was crying so hard he could barely get a breath in.
the paramedics that arrived from some hopeless idealism that his parents could be saved had to put an oxygen mask over his face.
bruce explained to him that paramedics are only supposed to use sedatives to calm violent patients but that night they decided to inject a hysterical dick with something to make him 'easier' to deal with.
bruce said it with clear displeasure on his face.
the decision of those paramedics was why dick hadn't been able to get up and go looking for timmy himself.
he could've still been close by. he could've been hiding. maybe he would've come out if he'd heard his big brother dickie calling out for him.
dick would never know. it was just another horrible 'what if' from the worst night of his life.
dick hunts down zucco with a fury.
it's not a logical conclusion that he was the one that took tim. bruce pointed that out to him afterward. zucco had been heading away from the tent when dick spotted him.
by the time the rig gear failed he'd probably been long gone. witnesses could account for tim being present up to about 2 minutes before dick's parents fell.
dick, deep in his heart, knew zucco didn't have tim. but zucco had already taken so much from him he didn't know what else to do but blame him for that as well.
haly's circus can't get custody of dick and even if they could dick would refuse to leave gotham. not when it was the last place timmy had been seen.
"gotham's a hub for traffickers" bruce explained to him. they had airports, train stations, bus stops, and ship ports that were all used to move product into gotham and to the rest of the country. but sometimes...they were also used to move things out. but that was rare. gotham underground wasn't a big 'producer' they were more like a market to buy, sell, and trade whatever.
meaning tim could either still be in the city or he could've been sold to someone else.
it's rare for children to be snatched up and trafficked. more often it's family members. neighbors, and friends that sell a person out to be used. it's always the person you know. the person you've met. the person who's face you trust.
for them to snatch tim up?
they had no way of knowing that tim's parents had just died. that meant they'd taken advantage of the chaos and singled tim out. that was a BIG risk for someone to take.
"someone you know or met might've taken him. that might be why he didn't scream or fight back."
haly's had only been in gotham for 2 days before that horrible night. he and tim were forbidden from wandering away from the circus grounds without an adult.
gotham was a city they didn't know. they couldn't just go off to explore.
dick was friendly but even he didn't strike up conversations with strangers in a strange city he'd never been to.
bruce tries. he pulls on every lead, follows every string. nothing.
it's like tim just vanished into thin air. bruce puts as much time as he can into tim's case, every spare moment he has he tries to help dick look for his lost family member.
but crime in gotham never stops and with no new leads...
dick never stops looking for tim. every toddler with dark hair and a wonderful giggle is his timmy. every unaccompanied child is tim.
dick sees tim in his dreams, in his nightmares. he sees his timmy crying out for him and begging for his big brother to save him.
dick wakes up covered in sweat and shaking from images of big hands grabbing his sweet baby timmy.
gotham is not a nice place.
every case that involves children has dick returning to the cave and throwing up.
his face goes white and he can't stop shaking for the rest of the night because he keeps imagining tim in their place.
dick cries himself to sleep sometimes, terrified and afraid for his timmy. he's seen the things that sick and depraved people do to children. bruce starts keeping the cases away from dick once he sees what they do to him but dick still seeks them out.
every pedophile, molester, pervert, murderer, or kidnapper could be a lead to tim.
years pass.
the hole in dick's chest never stitches closed. it always feels as fresh as the day he realized no one knew where timmy was. sometimes dick has good days. days where he's so happy he almost forgets. but then other days he can't even get out bed, the pain is just too much to bear.
dick becomes a hero. he meets magic users, heroes with abilties, a man who can identify anyone in the world by just their heartbeat.
dick has the resources to find tim now. he tries.
more dead ends.
dick's not in a good place when jason comes into the picture. he's just off another failed attempt to use his blood to find and locate any close relatives with zatanna.
robin. his colors. dedicated to his family. colors that tim would know to trust if he ever saw them. even if he was just a baby when it happened dick was absolutely certain tim would recognize the colors from the suits his parents and brother wore when they performed.
dick's not proud of how he reacts. there was no way jason knew the meaning or significance behind that suit.
he yells at him regardless. he screams at bruce as well. because he knew. he fucking knew what that suit meant to him.
dick throws himself into looking for tim with a new fervor because fuck bruce fuck bruce fuck bruce. dick will find his real family.
jason dies. in his colors.
dick has lost yet another brother. the pain brings him to his knees when he hears.
dick is distant from bruce afterward. he stays in san francisco with the titans.
until a little thing squirms in close.
dick doesn't hear his soft voice and gentle pleading at first. he just stares at his face. those long lashes, dark hair, and blue eyes. sweet button nose and perfect peachy lips.
his name is tim. dick tries his best not to let the pain of that name show on his face.
dick's had years of practice.
tim talks about...that night. how his parents took to the circus, how he saw dick's flip, how he recognized it on the news years later.
tim becomes the new robin. dick tries to do for tim what he didn't do for jason but it's..hard.
a boy with dark hair whose name is 'tim' wearing that suit and those colors.
dick catches himself falling into a fantasy. a fake reality where tim was never taken and bruce took them both in. a reality where dick was teaching his baby timmy all the acrobatic moves that fascinated him so much.
tim is a good kid. sweet and shy. his parents are world travelers and he talks about them with so much brightness and affection even though they're gone most of the year.
"they send me presents in the mail!" tim brightly tells him when dick asks about Christmas and his birthday. he gets a saddened look for a brief moment before shaking it away. "i wish they'd stay home sometimes though, they used to do that a lot when i was smaller."
dick likes tim. after a while he barely even feels that empty twinge in his chest when he catches sight of him or hears his name.
tim is smart and clever, quick on his feet which more than makes up for his small size.
tim's also a good partner to bruce, the two of them work in tandem and develop a better dynamic than the one dick had with bruce.
tim takes good care of bruce and it lifts a weight that dick hadn't noticed he'd been carrying. dick can't be the one to lift bruce. not anymore.
dick always searches for his timmy, but just like in the beginning- there's always something that needs to be dealt with.
tim experiences problems with robin. at one point he needs to quit at his father's insistence. jack drake is a protective man.
he becomes hostile, not worried when he discovers that tim is robin. he threatens bruce, and dick, and alfred to not come near their family again.
that doesn't seem to matter because he dies soon after and leaves tim heart broken, confused, and wrangling with unsure feelings about their relationship.
so much spirals and dick cannot dedicate the time he usually does to searching for his timmy. he has a consultation with constantine that keeps getting put off when red hood and then damian enter their lives.
dick's grief is amplified by the loss of bruce and he makes mistakes.
he and tim have an odd tension between them when he returns from europe with the proof of bruce being alive.
things never quite settle to how they were before. tim doesn't trust him as much, he's wary about dick just as he is with damian and jason.
but the four of them get through it. it's slow going, they hit rough patches, they fight, they forgive.
but they're brothers.
dick doesn't talk about his timmy often. the pain of that night is unlike anything he's ever felt. dick's parents are dead and he will always carry the weight of that. but it's a different pain from what he feels for his timmy. because at least dick knows what happened to his parents.
only bruce and the people dick has reached out to in his search know about timmy.
he's not sure how they get onto the topic but jason mentions how much of a...dick dick had been when he found jason wearing his suit.
but dick apologizes.
"it's not so much that you were wearing it that made me angry but the fact that bruce handed it to you when he knew what it meant to me."
jason nodded.
"yeah he told me about your parents and the suit."
dick shook his head.
"no, it was more than that... it-"
dick takes a steadying breath before he tells them about the third victim of that night. his timmy. sweet baby timmy and how he'd been swept away just a foot away from the sound booth where someone had been minding him. how neither he nor bruce nor anyone knew what happened to him after that night.
his brother's faces go from confused to shocked.
"i...i didn't know that." jason shifted uncomfortably, looking down with furrowed brows.
haly's circus grounds had pitched a tent right outside crime alley.
as good of a job as jason had done cleaning things up, things had been horrendous back then and dick knows that the most likely theory he's developed so far is that timmy, when he was swept away with the crowd, stumbled in and was swallowed by gotham.
bodies are dragged out of the gutter every few months, fished from the harbor, or reported from homeless camps. hundreds of people die unindentified in gotham every year and as much as dick wanted to believe that tim was alive...chances are he was one of them.
the thought never fails to bring tears to dick's eyes. he wipes them away discretely and clears his throat while his brothers avert their eyes.
"you've never found evidence of what happened to him?" damian asked, eyes oddly intense. dick knew damian had a fondeness for him and appreciated the concern and likely determination his younger brother had at helping dick with this.
dick shook his head.
"me and bruce reviewed the files so many times i have it memorized. no security camera, no witnesses, nobody ever came forward."
flyers and missing person's posters had covered gotham for four months. before they'd been replaced by another person. dick was lucky that bruce had kept paying for people to keep printing and putting up flyers.
tim's brows were furrowed.
"what was his name?" he asked, voice soft and comforting. two other sets of eyes flickered to dick with thinly veiled interest and dick bit back the startled choked sob that almost left his mouth.
"his uh.." dick sniffled, "his name was timmy." dick's voice cracked and he couldn't hold back the fresh wave of tears that burned like they were made of vodka.
tim's forehead creased in guilt.
"n-no tim, it's okay!" dick insisted knowing his younger brother's tendency for guilt.
"i've uh...i've had years to get used to it. when i was a kid-" dick let out a strained clucky laugh, "- i used to chase after every toddler with dark hair and i'd uhm hyperventilate if i heard the name 'tim'."
dick had been a wreck those first years. he didn't even remember his first few months at the manor and both bruce and alfred got a distant, haunted look in their eyes when dick asked about it.
dick bit his lip, and roughly wiped away another flow of tears. he hadn't wanted to ruin the mood.
jason's brows were furrowed, displeasure on his face as he probably worked through the likelihood of what had happened to dick's little brother.
"how old was he?" jason's question was thick with tension and dick felt another pulse of pain throb in his throat.
"three. he was just three."
jason cursed viciosuly.
"that's a fucking baby." he spit out. "swear if it ever find out that somebody laid their hands on the kid-"
dick swallowed back a whimper and tried to ignore the slideshow of horror that started playing behind his eyelids. damian was hesitantly patting dick's knee in comfort when-
"wait. i was three."
eyes flickered to tim whose brow was furrowed in thought.
"that day in haly's circus, it was my 3rd birthday and we got a picture with your family as a treat."
tim straightened up while damian turned to him.
"are you saying you were there that day?" damian asked, brows furrowed. jason was similarly frowning. tim turned to them both with a surprised expression.
"uh yeah? i mean i told dick and bruce about it, it was how i found out they were batman and robin, the day at haly's cicus was like my earliest memory."
tim shook his head for a moment before turning back to dick, an analytical look in his eye. it was the same look he got when he found a break in a case.
"i have a picture." tim's lips spread into an eager smile. "it caught a good amount of the crowd because the line was right behind us! if we can track down even a few of them we've got a good pool to start with!"
tim was up and pushing to his feet, darting out and likely racing to his room where he kept a bunch of his his from his old house.
dick felt a ball form in his throat.
"bruce and i were never able to track down anyone who'd been there that night."
a few dozen people had tried filing lawsuits against haly's circus for emotional damages for what they witnessed but it was gotham and unless you were willing to pay for your case to be seen by a judge it was all thrown out.
both jason and damian straightened up at dick's words and all three of them turned when a widely grinning tim carried in a blue photo album. he opened to the first page.
"right here!"
dick barely covered his mouth to muffle the sob that burst out.
timmy. it was his timmy.
held in the arms of a broad-shouldered man that dick instantly realized was jack drake.
but that wasn't what mattered. what mattered was the toddler in his arms whose mouth was stained blue from cotton candy.
"oh timmy, there you are-" dick felt his tears blur his vision as he shakily stroked a finger against the soft curve of that chubby cheek he'd kissed so much.
dick sniffled and let out a shaky cry as he stared at that picture. the last picture of his sweet baby timmy alive.
tim was right about the line of people in the background but dick was only focused on one thing.
"there's my dad," tim pointed, showing jason and damian who were also crowded around the album, "there's my mom, and there's me."
tim pressed a finger to dick's timmy.
dick frowned.
"no."
three pairs of eyes turned to a frowning dick.
"no, that's not you."
tim frowned.
"uh..yeah it is dick? see, that's my dad, that's my mom and there I-"
"no." dick stressed the word. "that's timmy, that's my timmy. i remember that night! this couple took a picture with us and wanted timmy in the photo, mom was upset that they picked him up without permission, she told me drop him off with dan right after."
dick pointed to how upset his mom was, a small bit of tension in her brow. dick's dad's eyes were pointed away from the camera but still smiling, although tightly. and timmy, who was confusedly looking at the stranger holding him.
when dick looked back up all three of his brothers were staring at him, thin veils of concern in their eyes.
"uh...dick," jason began slowly, "that's pretty clearly tim."
tim shifted. his face flashed with discomfort as dick flickered over to him.
"i mean...it was a pretty bad night for you." tim began "it's understandable if you...don't remember things perfectly-"
no. no. dick knew exactly what happened that night. he remembered every detail. some people's memories faded by not dick's.
he remembered timmy's candy sweet breath, remembered dropping him off with dan, kissing his nose, and promising him another-
"you promised me a quadruple somersault, remember?"
dick froze. his guts suddenly clenched oddly as tim's big blue eyes stared at him with some sympathy as he tried to 'jog' dick's memory.
dick stared at tim.
really stared at him.
he took in his eyes, his lips, nose, his eyelashes. looking at tim had hurt in the beginning, he was so soft and young. he looked like-
"timmy." dick breathed. "timmy"
dick didn't notice he crawled over the photo album between them until tim let out a startled noise as dick wrapped both arms around his shoulder.
"timmy, i-it is you o-oh shut, holy fuck, oh my god- here, let me look at you-"
tim's eyes were wide staring up at dick.
"timmy." dick breathed breathlessly. "i found you."
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they freak out. dick's brothers are sure that he's lost it and they keep glancing over at dick as he's strapped down in the medbay.
bruce is frowning down at the photo album in his hands.
"-might have gotten dosed? or hit his head? or maybe just talking about it made him...uhm-"
"tim's trying to say he thinks dick snapped."
jason is tense standing beside tim and dick who's tied down to a gurney. he'd been the one to pry dick off of tim even though dick clearly hadn't wanted to.
jason had scratches on his arm, some of which were sluggishly bleeding.
"this is jack and janet." bruce said. "and you're say that dick thinks this-" he points at the cotton candy-stained baby. "-is his brother."
tim nods uneasily before listing more suggestions, that perhaps because tim is in the appropriate age range that dick is just projecting memories, maybe the pain of remembering has forced him to cope by seeing his brother where he isn't.
damian remains silent, staring down at the photo album. he hasn't said a word so far until-
"why are there only two tickets?"
a pair of tickets printed with 'admit one' are pressed into the protective sleeve beside the picture.
"a family of three attended the circus that day so why are there only two tickets?"
tim stared at damian blankly.
"i was a kid damian, some places admit people under a certain age range for free."
"not haly's circus." bruce interjected. "it's a production geared towards children, they'd lose a lot of profit if they didn't charge the kids."
tim turned his eyes to bruce, expression blank.
"are there no other baby pictures of you drake?" damian asked, ripping the book from bruce's hands. no one said anything. "the cover says 'my first memory book' and yet the first page starts with a picture of you at the circus of all places."
tim's jaw tightened.
"i don't like what you're implying." tim's words were tense.
damian's eyes flickered up to him.
"and what am i implying, drake?"
tim's teeth clenched, and he breathed harshly through his nose.
"if you must know, i wasn't, stictly speaking, born in the U.S"
bruce turned to look at him, eyes narrowed on him even from behind the cowl.
"you have a U.S birth certificate, a social security, i saw nothing in your documents that-"
"my parents paid for some...expedited paperwork. i'm not sure it was fully legal but customs wouldn't let them back into the country with me unless i had a U.S passport so..."
tim shrugged.
"i was already a year or something old by that point and digital cameras didn't exactly exist yet so no baby pictures."
tim shot damian a narrow eyed look.
"is that a good enough explanation for you?"
damian glared at him.
"your birthday is coincidentally the day that grayson's sibling disappeared, that's not odd to you detective?" the way damian said detective edged a little too close to mocking.
bruce frowned at him.
"dami-"
damian cut his father off.
"by your own mouth you admit that your earliest memory is seeing the flying grayson's perish, that's not odd to you?"
"hey demon-"
jason was similarly ignored as damian flipped the album around and lifted it close enough to tim's face that he couldn't look away.
"and it's not odd to you that your parents were seated at R-34 and R-35, four feet away from the sound booth that timothy grayson disappeared from?"
damian went down like a sack of rocks from the force of tim's sudden punch.
both bruce and jason let out similar shouts.
scoldings were on the edge of bruce's tongue, his hand reaching out to grab tim and ask what he thought he was doing when tim was suddenly yanked back with a startled yelp into dick's arms.
"don't even think about it!" dick half turned away from the three of them, body covering tim's as a snarl creeped on his face. "don't you dare lay a hand on timmy! he's a good boy!"
dick's eyes were dark as they glared at bruce. glared at him like he was...a threat.
---
a dna test confirms it all quickly.
tim is devastated. inconsolable. he locks himself in his room and dick stands outside of it, begging for timmy to let him in.
bruce can't get an inch close without dick's head whipping around to face him and barking at him to back off.
both jason and damian were similarly treated and bruce laid a comforting hand on damian's shoulder when he saw his expression crease in hurt at the rejection.
not even alfred could get more a few feet away before dick eyed him with suspicion.
the only reason that dick hasn't barged into the room is because he can hear that tim is on the other side crying. that's the only thing stopping him because bruce is certain that he'd be inside with him otherwise.
bruce understands the behavior. he knows it's rooted in over a decade worth of nightmares, fears, and imagining the worst-case scenario for that little baby dick lost.
still. it hurts to be treated with such blatent suspicion and distrust.
"sickos." jason shakes his head beside bruce, scowling down at tim's birth certificate with the day he was taken as his date of birth. "what kind of pieces of shit do this?"
bruce asks himself that question every night. he and jason are doing a bit of a dive into jack and janet. they're both long dead so there's no chance of ever bringing them to justice but...it's good to get perspective on their son and brother's kidnappers.
the more bruce looks the worse it looks.
"look at this shit," jason hands him a print out of jack and janet's financials from one of the many boxes that tim had pulled out into the hall when he though he was going to help break the case of dick grayson's missing baby brother.
hypnotherapists, electroconvulsive therapy, and child psychologists. office visits and billings for sessions that were paid in cash and off the record.
"they put a toddler through ECT." jason's grip on the paper tightened and bruce's chest felt much the same.
he knew there was a gap in tim's memory. he'd learned about it the first day he'd met him. he'd thought it a bit strange but never lent much thought to it.
tim's first memory had been when he was 3. it'd been the night at haly's circus. his next memory had been when he was 9, the night that he saw dick perform the quadruple somersault on the news and discovered his identity as robin and bruce's as batman.
6 years in a dissociative state was sign of massive mental trauma.
tim had no memory of life before batman. he had no memory of life beyond robin.
---
dick holds his timmy tenderly, as soft as he used to. his timmy has grown bigger, so much bigger.
he's shaking like a leaf in the wind as dick holds him.
he whimpers like a hurt dog at every stroke dick passes through his hair. he's buried under his blankets while dick lays on top of his bed and tries to soothe hust like he used to on the night there were thunderstorms and timmy would run to dick instead of their mom and dad.
"i'm here now timmy, it's okay, it's okay now i promise nothing bad will ever happen you you again-"
timmy sobbed.
the sound stuck a dagger through dick's heart and he crawled closer, hugging the lump that was his baby brother.
"i'm sorry, timmy-" dick rubbed his forehead against where the crying was coming from. "i looked for you, i looked for you everyday i'm so sorry that i let those horrible people take you."
there was a lump in dick's throat that burned like he'd swallowed vinegar. rage unlike anything he'd ever felt before pulsed through him when he realized that jack and janet were the couple that had creeped out his parents. they were the ones who had taken his timmy.
what had they done to him in that time? dick can't even imagine the horrible things that'd been done tim, things he'd kept silent about because he'd spent the last few years in bruce's care and he hadn't felt anything off.
not one thing.
dick could've had timmy back years ago. he could've been helping his sweet baby learn to be soft again, to open up just like the darling little flower he'd been when he chased after dick like a little duckling.
tim was secretive. tim kept a lot to himself and pulled away from people. he was nervous about attention and didn't like to be put into situations he couldn't control.
dick's timmy hadn't been like that. dick's timmy had been tender. he'd laughed out loud and pressed kisses to dick's cheeks while asking him to play with him and begging him to teach him how to fly.
but bruce had dropped the ball. 'world's greatest detective' dick's ass.
bruce had hurt tim as well. as robin. jason too, he'd slit his throat, he'd nearly killed him and damian...if help had gotten to tim to late he could've bled out.
timmy wasn't safe here. not with these people.
dick had lost part of himself that day. that horrible day.
and now timmy was here, in his arms again.
and he'd grown up so beautifully. his features are soft and dick can see the hint of their mom in timmy's lips and eyelashes.
they both share the same coloring as their dad.
staring down at teary eyes and dick can even scout out a few features he shares with dick. they have the same small ears and high cheekbones. tim's much smaller. not as muscular or tall as dick. he got mom's height it looks like.
dick tightened his grip on tim's hips, squeezing them in comfort as tim sniffled while staring up at him with tearful eyes.
"oh timmy." dick nuzzled their foreheads together, just like he did when they were young. when they were both innocent and unscarred.
tim whimpered and dick pressed gentle kisses to tim's soft cheeks and brows.
one on his left cheek, one on his forehead, one on his right cheek, one on his nose, and one on his lips.
just like when they were kids.
timmy would always giggle when dick did that and press his face up to kiss him back. as the youngest members of the troupe and the only children, the two of them had really only had each other for company.
when timmy had disappeared he'd taken half of dick's heart. half of his soul.
now they were together again and dick could start rebuilding.
"it's you and me timmy," dick whispered against his lips. "just you and me."
dick would never let anything happen to timmy ever again.
a knock echoed from the door that dick had locked behind him when he slipped in.
dick turned his head and stared as the brass doorknob tried to turn with a chair propped under it.
dick was going to look out for timmy from now on.
nothing and no one would ever touch him again.
"dick?"
another knock followed the call of his name.
dick stayed quiet. answering didn't matter. the people on the other side of the door didn't matter.
all that mattered was timmy.
'dickie?'
dick could hear his baby timmy's sweet voice in his head again. usually, that only happened when he was alone.
"yes? timmy"
'we stayin towgehder?'
dick nodded.
"yes baby, we are."
timmy shifted under him, making a soft noise.
'like-like mommy an daddy, dickie?'
"yes timmy, just like mommy and daddy."
an angel's giggle rang in dick's ear as he pressed a kiss to timmy's soft forehead. timmy used to love their pretend weddings, draping a sheet over his face like a veil and waiting for dick to lift it up and kiss the bride.
timmy used to cheerfully tell their parents and the other performers that he and dickie were going to get married when he grew up.
they'd all coo and pinch his cheeks because tim was every inch adorable as a baby could be.
dick could still see the image in his head. little chubby hands holding a bundle of fake flowers usually kept in a vase as a bedsheet covered tim's head like he was a ghost.
'you gon kiss me, dickie?'
dick carefully peeled back the sheets covering tim's face, exposing his red face and tear-streaked cheeks. his puffy stared back at dick with misery thick in his expression.
dick leaned down.
'noooo! you gotta say 'i do'! dickie you gotta!'
"i do." dick pressed his mouth to tim's, humming in contentment as some ripped, raw edge of himself began to stitch itself back together. tim's lips tasted salty from his tears. he made a muffled 'mph' sound as dick pressed closer, letting his vody cover tim's.
'i do' dick thought. 'i do i do i do'.
he pulled away with a quiet 'smeck', staring down at tim's hazy expression and starlight eyes. tim's mouth was slightly open, exposing the pink waterline of his little mouth.
"till death do us part baby brother."
and dick leaned down again.
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toaverse · 2 years
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An AU idea I had: What if the Madrigal grandchildren from some of your AUs just randomly swap places with the canon Madrigal grandchildren one day? Like kidnapped Isabela, blind Dolores, abandoned Luisa, seer Camilo, cursed Mirabel and cursed Antonio just wake up one day in the places of their canon counterparts. How would all the adults react on seeing all the kids so suddenly messed up like that? And how would the kids react to umm...everything?
Holy hell...
That would be chaos...
One night, something strange happened. The Madrigal grandkids get swapped with alternate versions/variants of themselves...
Those alternate versions/variants were, kidnapped!Isabela, blind!Dolores, abandoned!Luisa, seer!Camilo, cursed!Mirabel, and cursed!Antonio.
Kidnapped!Isabela obviously freaked out upon waking up, not seeing Dolores anywhere. She immediately went and try to find her "sister". Why wasn't she with her? Where's Lola??
Meanwhile, blind!Dolores simply woke up and and got ready for the day, thinking that it was a normal day in her own universe, only for kidnapped!Isabela to burst into her room. It scared blind!Dolores a bit, not having expected someone entering her room. And why was Isabela acting strange?
Abandoned!Luisa was quite surprised to wake up in her room. Why was she here? Why wasn't she in Señor Rendon's farm?
Seer!Camilo pretty much had the same questions, confused why he was in Tío's room instead of in the walls.
Cursed!Mirabel and cursed!Antonio also thought it was a normal day for them, the former dressing up as far as she was able to (looking a bit odd), while the latter just kept to himself in his room...
"Breakfast is ready!" Alma called out from down stairs.
It was then that the adults saw that the kids seem...different...
As for the canon adults' POV on the variant kids...
Alma didn't understand why Luisa and Camilo were suddenly so scared of her? Whenever she tried to talk to them, they seemed so tense and scared, as if they're afraid he'll upset her over the littlest mistake. What did she do?
It broke Julieta and Félix's hearts to see Isabela avoid them like the plague. And they sometimes heard her talking about people named Cesar and Daniela? who were they?
Julieta was even more confused when Isa seemed to favor Agustín way more over her, seemingly to the point she didn't refer to Julie as "mamá" anymore... Gus didn't even know how to deal with it...
But most importantly and worryingly, all the adults didn't understand why Isa followed Dolores all the time, and why she acted so...childish? different? Strange? She didn't understand the littlest things, ate flowers, and seemed to have the mentality of a 6 year old...
All the adults really didn't know how to communicate with Mirabel. They tried to talk to her, she didn't answer and seemingly ignored them. They tried to get her attention, she sometimes only looked at them before walking away with her arms stretch out. Antonio later explained that Mira was blind and deaf, to which the adults were quite surprised. How did that happen? How could they communicate with Mira now?
Blind!Dolores didn't recognize Bruno's voice, not knowing who it was. Who was that voice?
Whenever Bruno was in the walls for whatever reason, he'd always run into Camilo... :(
Pepa couldn't stand how unhappy Antonio looked, isolating himself from everyone, not looking at anyone and covering his eyes. Both Pepa and Félix didn't know the reason why...
Despite not knowing how the kids ended up so messed up, all the adults wanted was to simply hug their children, comforting them...
As for the variant kids themselves...
Blind!Dolores did not understand why kidnapped!Isa followed her everywhere, nor why her prima was acting so childish and strange. Like, what?
Kidnapped!Isa saw blind!Dolores' second ear, and was happy that that her "sister" somehow had her ear back. But when kidnapped!Isabela found out that her "sister" was blind... Ó.Ò
Abandoned!Luisa tried to avoid cursed!Mirabel, afraid that she'd hurt her. But at the same time, she wanted to protect her younger sister...
Seer!Camilo also avoided kidnapped!Isabela, afraid that she'd get mad at him...
All the kids tried to get cursed!Antonio out of his shell and hang out with them, but the boy was too afraid to see their deaths...
Overal, chaos...
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broflovski-brah · 6 days
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Baylie x Kyle HC's?
Oh boy you’re in for a treat-
The two never really realized they liked each other, it kinda just started when Kyle started actively seeking her out more
Like he would go to her drama plays and wait for her after school/basketball and they would walk home together
He kinda enjoys her hyperness when it isn’t on full blast-he likes seeing her get excited over the littlest things
Baylie likes to ‘debate’ Kyle (mainly bringing something up that she knows he disagrees with so she can see him get mad/actually into a conversation)
Likewise he’ll bring her cool feathers or rocks or something so he can listen to her rattle off facts about the bird the feather was from or the kind of rock he gave her was
They like to bond over being the only Jewish kids in town as well, and he’ll sometimes ask her about how it feels to be raised in an interfaith b family
I’ve said this before but I feel like Cartman would try to ship them together because of their melanin deficiencies, much like he did with Tolkien and Nicole
And if actually works, surprisingly. Cartman lures Kyle to one of Baylie’s art shows/drama rehearsals or he’ll trap Baylie in the locker room so Kyle has to get her out
After a while the two realize they have feelings for each other
Kyle probably only realized after being called out by Heidi and Nicole (Baylie’s best friends) for being at all her events and such, and after he started defending her much more aggressively than he would before
Baylie kinda realizes on her own and becomes a lot more shy and reserved around him and probably tries to avoid him since she doesn’t really have experience with love and she gets a bit scared that she’s gonna mess up
They probably get into a bit of an argument over it because he thinks she’s mad at him and she doesn’t want to admit she likes him and she ends up blurting it out by accident and it catches him off guard
Hes a bit hesitant because most of his relationships went south but he’s willing to give it a shot
And they’re actually pretty comparable
Baylie’s love language is physical touch so she’s almost always holding his hand or paying with his hair or something while he’s more of a words of affirmation kind of guy
He reads up on her albinism and constantly pesters her about sunscreen and wearing her sunglasses/using her cane a lot
The two never really fight. Baylie doesn’t like fighting and I can’t see Kyle as the kind of partner to really be fighting with his partner a lot of the time so whenever they have a disagreement he tries to work it out logically while she just kinda says whatever comes to mind
They usually work it out in the end tho
She also loves doing acts of service for him, mainly cooking food or something for him
He lets her cuddle her after even if he is a little awkward about it
She loves napping with her head on his chest or stomach-she kinda just enjoys the white noise of what’s going on inside him. It makes her happy and reminds her she’s with someone who’s well and alive and actually loves her
They always go to each others events-Baylie has gotten kicked out of his basketball games for screaming too much and too loudly and cursing the ref out for fouling Kyle
Kyle probably brings his mom to most of her events because Sheila loves her lol
First time he actually heard her sing at a choir concert he absolutely melted
Kyle’s the kind of guy to not really crush on people-he more so falls head over heels in a way that he wants to like-be with then forever: and Baylie is much the same
She likes stealing his hat and clothes a lot since she’s so much shorter and thinner than he is lol
He tries wearing one of her shirts once and it doesn’t end well
He lets her help him with his diabetes, only because she wants to do something in the medical field
Shes a lot gentler with his needles than he is to himself tbh
Kyle listens to her ramble for hours about a comic she’s making, a video game concept she would pitch if she could, her choir concerts, whatever it is. He just likes hearing her get excited because then she starts bouncing around and such
He helps her with English and History and she helps him with math and science since their brains are just wired different lol
In the end, I dunno. They’re kinda opposites in some ways, kinda similar, but I just wanna give Kyle a good relationship y’know? Also I’m sick of the stereotypical girl tropes, so I made her to defy that
Anyway, this was longer than expected-so enjoy?? If you want any more or if you want some specific about her/their relationship lmk, I would LOVE to make headcanons an them for yall if you’re interested
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huffle-ego · 2 years
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To Calm a Goblin
Tw: Blood but it’s fake blood, language, very minor violence (Let me know if I missed something)
(I was thinking about a headcanon I wrote and was watching a video about the movie Carrie and I got this idea. I hope you enjoy ^w^)
Gobin has been known to have a bit of a temper on him. A short one at that. Back then, he would let his anger rule him and guide his actions, almost destroying all of New York if it weren't for Spider-Man to come and save the day. Even when he first came back a few years after the serum that put him in dormancy he was always angry, practically destroying anything in his path out of a blind rage leaving Otto and Norman's apartment in disarray. However, after making the deal with Norman to change and become good, he worked on his short temper a bit, not lashing out over the littlest things as much anymore, not wanting to upset the others, hating the memories of a guilt-ridden Norman being left to clean up his mess, fearful of what Goblin made him do during his tantrums.
He found ways to keep himself calm before lashing out and had been nothing but happier because of it. Now that he wasn't so angry at the world and the people he was around anymore, he developed a bond with Norman, finally becoming friends with him. He was accepted by the Parker brothers and was welcomed into Norman and Otto's small found family as one of their own, and he had developed a loving relationship with Otto who wanted to be with Norman and him, despite his flaws. But even though he's gotten a family he could call his own and was better at controlling his temper, it was still hard for him.
Today, Otto had taken the day off to work on some new tech for the Parker brothers, Goblin, and himself while Norman and Goblin went to work. The businessman told him early that morning that it was just going to be a meeting with the board members and that it shouldn't take that long. So now Otto was waiting for both his boyfriends in one to come home, working on one of Goblin's weapons to pass the time. He continued to tinker away on the couch in the living room, the four actuators watching him closely when he suddenly heard the front door open and slam shut, causing him and the actuators to jump, the sound of stomping and grumbling mixed with snarling in a low gravely voice filled the room.
"Ah, it's Goblin," Otto thought with a small hum, not looking from the tech in his hands able to tell it was him by the way he entered the room. "Someone must have agitate him."
Otto watched from the corner of his eye as Goblin stomped in front of him, beginning to pace back and forth on the soft rug in front of him, muffling his stomping as he mumbled to himself. A small thing he did when he was upset which Otto always secretly thought was kind of cute, but he never dared to say that out loud in front of him.
"That fucking, good for nothing piece of-!" He growled to himself as he paced, clenching his hands into fists as he walked back and forth, too mad to notice even Otto was sitting there.
"I take it that the meeting didn't go too well, Pumpkin?" Otto grinned, slowly looking up at Goblin who paused, glaring at him. But Otto's grin fell upon seeing that the front of Norman's suit was covered in dark red... like he was covered in blood. Otto quickly stood up in concern, setting the tech down as he looked at him, the actuators beginning to scan Goblin over. "Goblin?... What happened?!... Who's blood is that-?"
"It's no ones!" Goblin snapped waving off an actuator claw with a growl, glaring down at the mess in front of his shirt. "It's fake blood! Some fucker went up to Norman and just... he just! Gah!"
Otto watched as Goblin began to pace again, ignoring the actuators who began watching him closely with concern as he stripped Norman's suit jacket off, revealing a white dress shirt that was now stained in red. Goblin then clawed at his tie, snarling when he was unable to get it untightened before yanking it off with a loud snap, throwing it on the grown next to the thrown-away jacket. Now he was unbuttoning his shirt still mumbling some rather colorful language as he threw it on the ground also. Then lastly, he grabbed the front of his red-stained dress pants and yanked them off leaving him only in his boxers.
"Whoa! Pumpkin! Wait Uh," Otto's face turned red as he stood up again, watching as the almost naked Goblin stopped pacing once more clutching the now torn-up pants as he growled at Otto, who walked up to him, picking up the now ruined suit with his actuators as he spoke. "As much as I'm admiring the view right now, you might want to put something on before the boys get back," He explained as he reached for the pants in Goblin's hands, gently taking them from him. "They could walk in at any minute."
"Yeah, yeah I'm fucking on it, don't get your tentacles in a twist!" Goblin snapped as he stormed off toward their room, opening the door as he walked in, swinging it shut so hard it caused a few things hanging on the wall next to it to rattle, the wall next to the door cracking from Goblin's strength.
Otto frowned, looking at the door as the actuators handed him the rest of the ruined suit, the four of them now looking between the cracked wall next to the door and him.
Moe: He hasn't been this cranky in a while.
Harry: What do you think happened, father?
"I don't know but give him time to cool down," Otto whispered as he walked to the nearest trash can, checking the pockets for any important items before throwing the ruined clothes away. "He'll tell us what happened when he blows off some steam."
Otto then walked back into the living room, sitting on that couch and waiting a few more seconds before their bedroom door swung open. He watched as Goblin stomped back into the living room, angrily tying his favorite long green robe tightly around his waist and angrily mumbling to himself once more, now dawning on a pair of black slippers that helped muffle the stomping as well, becoming almost silent on the rug below him. Once the robe was tied securely he clenched his fists again and began to pace the room once more, his mumbling now becoming audible to Otto.
"Don't tell me to calm down," He snapped under his breath, growling as he spoke out loud. "He had no right to do that to you!"
Otto watched Goblin closely, realizing that Norman must be talking to him right now. Probably trying to help Goblin calm down a bit but it didn't seem to be working. The six-armed man noticed that Goblin fell silent as his pacing stopped, now standing still on the rug with his eyes glued tightly shut as his face turned a bright red. He couldn't help but frown more at this, his worry only growing the longer he looked at his boyfriend, noticing that his breathing was beginning to quicken, becoming slightly ragged. His fists were held tightly to his sides, as if he didn't trust himself touching anything, afraid he might break something out of a blind rage if he didn't keep his hands clenched shut and close, his body beginning to tremble as he breathed continued to become uneven, now trying to regulate it.
Otto hated when Goblin got like this, so angry to the point where he was seething, but desperately trying to calm down in fear of finally snapping, lashing out at the closest person or object near him and feeling regret for his actions afterward, hating himself for letting it get that bad. Otto knew that it wasn't his fault. Goblin has always had a short temper, but this was great progress for Otto. Before, the place would have looked like a tornado had been let loose in there after his tantrum by now. But Otto could see that Goblin was really trying to be better and to better manage his temper.
Goblin with the help of Otto had found a few ways to help calm his nerves when he felt like this. Pacing tends to help him, releasing all of the pint up energy he had. He would also do a few breathing exercises to help calm his blood pressure and slow his heart rate. Norman would also start talking to him in his head, trying to help him remain calm and remain to do his exorcizes until he wasn't angry anymore, but right now, none of that seemed to be working.
The six-armed man looked down for a second, his actuators watching him closely, waiting to see what he was going to do to help Goblin, as a small smirk began to form on Otto's face. There was one thing he could do when all else failed to calm Goblin down. So he turned to the nearest Alexa speaker, leaning in as he began to whisper. "Hey Alexa," He grinned, watching as the speaker began to glow blue.
Goblin tried desperately to control his breathing, trying to find a way to calm himself down, but the more he thought about what had happened at work, the angrier he got, causing him to snarl, squinting his eyes shut and shaking his head.
"Goblin, just breath," He heard Norman say in his head.
"I'm trying!" he snapped now clutching at his head, his anger only spiking at the sound of Norman's voice.
You need to remain calm and stop thinking about what happened. It'll only upset you more.
I can't stop thinking about what that asshole did to you! Don't act like it didn't fucking upset you too!
Goblin I was fine.
YOU WERE NOT FINE! HE HAD YOU FUCKING TREMBLING!
Goblin let out a growl, letting go of his hair his hands clenching and unclenching to his side as he spoke in a gravelly voice. "I should have broken his fucking arm when I had the chance... I should have thrown him out of the goddamn window. He had no right to-!"
Goblin stop, Please, Norman began, almost sounding like he was begging. It's okay. I know what he did was upset but you have to calm down, please!
Goblin was about to snap at Norman again when a slow song started to play causing him to pause, turning toward the Alexa speaker, seeing that it was on. He then looked up to see Otto walking up to him slowly, a kind smile on his face as he approached them.
"Would you care for a dance, Pumpkin?," He whispered, grinning as Goblin looked at him with a furrowed brow, looking at him like he was crazy his shoulders moving up and down at a fast rate as he breathed heavily. "I hear music helps calm the nerves."
"I'm not in the mood for this Ottie," Goblin growled as he turned around, about to pace once more but he paused when Flo suddenly gripped his shoulder gently and forced him to turn around causing him to glare at the six-armed man in annoyance. "Hey! I said I-!" He suddenly fell silent when Otto took his closed fists into his gloved hands, causing him to freeze glaring up at Otto in clear annoyance, baring his teeth at him. But his angered features began to soften a little as Otto made him unclench his fists, lightly kissing the top of his knuckles as Goblin stared at him with wide eyes.
Otto then slowly looked down at Goblin, who was frozen stiff, almost like he was afraid to move so he just smiled, lightly rubbing the top of his hands with his thumb as he spoke. "Let me help you through this Pumpkin... okay?" He waited for a second to see if Goblin would pull away, not wanting to force him if he didn't want to.
Goblin did want to pull away at first, feeling agitated and annoyed wanting to continue to pace wanting to leave the room, and try and find any way to calm down. But the way Otto was gently holding his hands and looking down at him with so much love and patience in his eyes, making it hard for him to pull away. In fact, the more he looked into those dark brown puppy dog eyes the calmer he felt. He slowly looked down at his left hand as Otto's gloved fingers latched in between his while his fingers remained open like he was afraid to close them in fear that he might crush his hands. But slowly and gently he did the same, holding Otto's hands into his own. After a second of staying like this, he felt as if the six-armed man let go of his right hand, lowly placing his own hand behind Goblin's back pulling him forward, both now pressing against each other causing Goblin to look back up at him.
Otto pulled Goblin close, able to feel that Goblin was still trembling with anger in his grasp. He also noticed that he was still breathing heavily his chest moving up and down at a fast rate, but his features were no longer filled with just anger. Goblin was looking up at him in annoyed-curiosity which only caused Otto to smile, holding his hand tightly and pulling him closer as he began to slow dance, leading Goblin as the music played feeling as Goblin gripped his upper arm a little too tightly with his free hand as they dance, which did hurt a little bit but Otto ignored it, too focused on helping Goblin calm down.
Goblin followed Otto's lead, his eyes trailing behind the taller man, watching as the actuators began to surround him. Larry and Harry wrapped around his waist, hugging him tightly, Moe rested his head on his shoulder, letting out a soft and soothing hum and Flo only hovered between the two, watching Goblin closely.
"Let's try our breathing exercises again," Otto began, watching as Goblin snapped his attention to him. "You think you can do that Pumpkin?" Otto watched as Goblin slowly gave him a nod, causing his smile to grow. "Okay, follow my lead."
Both began to do breath in slowly through their nose and then out of their mouths taking in deep and steady breaths. Slowly but surely, Goblin's breathing went back to normal but he was still trembling a little, so Otto continued to hold him close both shuffling to the music, smiling at Goblin, reaching to hold Goblin's face with his free hand as he spoke. "You're doing amazing love," He admired, rubbing Goblin's cheek with his thumb. "Just let the music calm you... I've got you."
Goblin could only look up at Otto in silence, his features softening the longer Otto held his face. His eyes began to flutter closed as he slowly leaned into Otto's hand, hearing the other let out a low chuckle. After a few seconds, he opened his eyes again to look into Otto's once more who remained looking down at him, his smile unchanging. Goblin began to stop trembling the longer he was in Otto's embrace, feeling as Moe nuzzled into his neck, the metal arm feeling cool and relaxing on his skin. The smaller man could only stare at Otto in wonder, feeling his anger beginning to melt away the longer he looked into Otto's loving eyes, confused about how his anger could just dissipate by his loving gaze. How can the Green Goblin be calmed by a simple slow dance from an octopus man? Blast Otto for being so God Damn cute!
Slowly but surely Goblin's anger fully left him, finally calming down thanks to Otto. He slowly closed his eyes again feeling as Otto pulled his hand from his face, prompting him to slowly lean into the other, resting his head on his chest as he hugged the six-armed man close. He felt as the six-armed man began to rub his back as they danced, Otto letting out a low chuckle able to feel the vibration of Otto's voice through his chest.
Otto could only smile, now resting his chin on the top of Goblin's head, feeling as the smaller man hugged him tighter snuggling his head into his chest, glad that he was no longer angry. They continued like this for a little while, holding each other close as they danced along to the music silently before he spoke. "Do you feel a lot better Pumpkin?"
"Mhmm." Goblin hummed, nodding his head as he opened his eyes, staring ahead, still resting his head on Otto's chest, feeling as Otto gave him a gentle squeeze.
"That's good," Otto whispered slowly lifting his chin off of Goblin's head, looking down at him with a warm smile. "Do you want to talk about it?" He questioned, watching as Goblin gave him a nod. He then pulled away a bit, to better look at Goblin, giving his shoulders a gentle squeeze as he spoke. "Tell me what happened."
Goblin let out a sigh as he squint his eyes shut, pulling away enough so that Otto could hear him better. He cast his head down, shaking his head with a growl. "Some... Some asshole got into work somehow. He got past security and ran into Norman after he was leaving the meeting with those stupid board members he was having today. The guy was trying to make a statement but really he was just some dick wanting attention... he somehow managed to sneak in with a bucket."
Otto hummed, listening to Goblin closely, who paused casting his eyes downward with his mouth pressed shut. He then gently rubbed Goblin's shoulder to comfort him, nodding his head. "Go on."
"He... The bucket had fake blood in it and he managed to catch Norman in the hall and he just... he just threw the fucking blood on him, staining the front of his suit!" Goblin snapped, causing the actuators to jump a little by his sudden outburst. "While Norman stood there in shock he just threw the bucket at Norman's feet and stated that was a reminder of the lives he took!"
Otto could only frown, looking at Goblin who had clear anger in his features, gripping onto the six-armed man tightly as he recollect what happened at work. He then cast his eyes downward, hating that Norman and Goblin had to go through that, upset that he wasn't there to prevent it.
"Norman was frozen in shock still... having a panic attack and he just... He tried to attack him!" Goblin growled, trying to pull from Otto shaking his head in anger. "He tried to fucking hit him when he had his guard down! I had to take over, I had to protect him... So I took control and prevented him from hitting Norman by pinning him," He shook his head glaring at the ground, his anger beginning to spike again. "I should have done more to him... I should fucking beat his ass! How DARE he attack Norman?! He doesn't even know him! Norman's trying to be better! Why can't he see that!? WHY CAN'T NO ONE SEE THAT-?!"
"Sh, sh calm down," Otto whispered, pulling Goblin into a hug, resting one hand on his back while combing his fluffy hair with the other. "It's okay. Just breathe, Pumpkin. Just breathe."
Goblin did as Otto instructed, breathing in and out, beginning to calm down once more. After he was calm, he slowly began to frown, a pit beginning to slowly form in his stomach as he leaned into Otto's chest squinting his eyes shut, shaking his head... "It's not fair!" he whispered, beginning to hug Otto back as he spoke. "It's not fair to Norman! He didn't take lives... I did... He doesn't deserve to suffer from the consequences of my actions... It's not right!"
"I know, love," Otto whispered, beginning to rock Goblin back in forth, rubbing circles into his back. "You're right, it's not right and it's not fair... But it's not fair to you both. You're both trying to be better... He had no right to do that to you... to either of you," He waited for a second to see if Goblin had anything to add but he just remained silent, hugging Otto tightly. So the six-armed man leaned down placing a loving kiss on Goblin's forehead. "It's all going to be okay, Pumpkin. You've both have come a long way. You've both done a lot of good for this city and others are starting to see that."
"But there are still people that hate Norman," Goblin whispered, casting his eyes to the ground, his frown only growing as he spoke. "... That hate both of us."
"Let them hate," Otto whispered, as he pulled away from the smaller man, resting his index finger under Goblin's chin, making him lift his head, watching as his eyes met his own. "They don't know you both as I do... and I know you both are doing your best and I couldn't be more proud of you both for it."
He watched as Goblin's features softened, his eyes becoming glassy the longer he looked up at him. Otto could only smile, running a hand through his auburn hair, pulling him into a warm hug, and holding him tightly as he spoke. "It's all going to be okay now. We'll make sure this doesn't happen again."
Goblin cast his head to the ground, looking at the floor below them with a frown. He then rest his head on Otto's chest letting out a small sigh through his nose, hugging the other tightly as he spoke. "Thank you, Honey."
"Of course, Pumpkin," Otto whispered, both beginning to dance to the music once more, slowly rocking back and forth to the song.
Goblin held Otto close beginning to be lost in thought, unable to shake the memory of what occurred earlier that day, remembering exactly how it went.
Norman was walking out of the room where he held the board meeting, heading down the halls, wanting to grab something from his office before he head home for the day. While he was walking he was talking to his assistant, but could hardly pay attention due to Goblin constantly nagging him.
Can't you hurry up and end this conversation? I want to be home already!
I told you Gobby not to talk while I'm talking to someone. It's very distracting.
Why couldn't we have just stayed at home!?
I can't miss a board meeting, you know this.
But we're miss potential cuddle time with a certain six-armed genious at home.
I know, I know I miss Otto too but as soon as I get my things from my office we'll head straight home how's that?
"Mister Osborn?" a voice behind Norman called out, causing the businessman to pause in his tracks.
Oh what now?!
Remain calm Gobby. It's proabably an imployee.
Norman slowly turned around, straightening his tie seeing that it was a man, his features unreadable to him. "Can I help you?" he asked, waiting for a response but the longer he looked at the man, the more something felt off. The man wasn't wearing either a business suit or a lab coat so he didn't work there. But what bothered Norman was that he was holding a bucket in both hands, that looked like held a red liquid. Norman squints his eyes as it, in confusion, before he froze, slowly looking from the bucket to the man.
Is.... is that?
NORMAN LOOK OUT!
Before Norman could react, the man heaved the bucket forward, causing all of the red liquid to spill out and splash right onto Norman, the liquid pouring all over his suit jacket, dress shirt, and pants. He slowly backed away with wide eyes, gasping at how cold it was, slowly looking down at the giant red stain, red liquid dripping off his arms and the edges of his suit jacket. Norman could only stare in stunned silence his arms frozen stiff in front of him.
NORMAN ARE YOU OKAY?!
Goblin waited for an answer, looking through Norman's eyes but he remained silent. He then watched as Norman wiped a hand on his chest pulling away to see the red liquid was now on his hand. The liquid itself felt cold and thick on his hand.
"Is.... is this... this," Norman tried to speak, but he couldn't get the question out. He was too stunned as he stared at the liquid that now stained his hand.
"It's blood genius," The man snapped, getting Norman's attention. "It's a reminder of the lives you've taken... The city might have forgotten but I haven't you freak!"
Norman flinched when the man suddenly threw the bucket at his feet, causing what was left of the red liquid in the metal bucket to spill all over the ground below him. He couldn't make a response, He couldn't even look at the angered man in front of him, too focused on his hand.
Blood... it was blood.... he was covered in blood.... their blood.
... Norman?... Normie are you okay?
Norman looked down at his now shaking hands, his body beginning to tremble the longer he looked at the blood that now began to spread out of the bucket below him, beginning to pool toward his shoes. He couldn't look away from the blood, all he could do was stare at the red liquid below him.
Norman are you alright?! Answer me! Please!
Norman still couldn't answer, all he could do was stand there frozen in shock, the sound of his assistant's voice becoming distorted as she calls for security. Even the sound of Goblin's voice was beginning to be drowned out by the sudden sound of screams... the strangled screams of Dr. Stromm... the screams of the old board members... the screams of innocent civilians he had terrorized. He began to slowly back up as his breathing began to quicken his trembling becoming worse as the world around him began to spin. Lights were becoming too bright, the sound of their screams too loud and the feeling of blood on his hands becoming unbearable
Norman? Norman, let me take over. You're having a panic attack... Goblin suggested, not wanting to take over without Norman's permission, knowing it would only freak him out more. Norman can you hear me?!
"I... I, I'm," Norman couldn't get a word out, trying desperately to wipe the blood off of his trembling hands but to no avail. All he could see was red. Sweat began to beat down Norman's head as his heart pounded in his chest, feeling like it was about to burst, the room beginning to spin.
Norman let me take over. You're shaking and people are starring I-
"What got nothing to say?" Goblin heard the man say, causing him to growl, his anger beginning to spike.
The man waited for an answer but Norman didn't respond to him. Too shaken and desperate to get the blood off his hands, causing the man to stare at him in anger. "Hey! I'm talking to you! Stop pretending like you haven't seen blood before, we all know you have had blood on your hands!"
... Norman, let me take over right now.
"I, I never meant to. I didn't want... The blood I-,"  Was all Norman could muster, looking down at his hands with frightened eyes, remembering all of the pain he had caused, all of the sufferings which caused him to freak out even more.
"Hey!" The man snapped again, this time inching closer with a clenched fist.
Norman!
"The blood... there, there's so much blood I-,"
"Don't fucking ignore me!" The man snapped rearing his fist back, ready to punch him. "Stop acting like you aren't a God Damn monster!"
Suddenly, Norman's frightened features snapped into an angered scowl as Goblin took over, catching the man's fist in mid-air. His trembling instantly stopped as he glared at the man, watching as the man's angry features disappeared and looked at him in shock. Before the man could utter a single word, Goblin squeezed down on his fist, hearing his knuckles crack under the presser of his palm, causing the man to cry out in pain. Then with speed as lighting, he spun the man around, twisting his arm behind his back and slamming him into a glass window so hard, that it cracked slightly, now holding the man in a hammerlock.
Goblin held the man tightly in his grasp, looking from him to the bucket of blood on the floor and then to the stain on Norman's suit, able to feel Norman's panic when he was in control, remembering all of the pain that Norman caused... That he made him cause. The more he looked at the blood the angrier he got, causing him to growl as he looked back at the man.
How dare he do this to Norman?! What gave him the right to humiliate him like this? Norman wasn't the one with blood on his hands, it was himself! He made him do it and now he has to suffer because of assholes like this!
Goblin's grip on the man's arm only tightened, slowly beginning to pull the arm behind his back and toward his other shoulder. He felt as the man tried to pull away, gasping out in pain but Goblin kept going beginning to hear his shoulder crack under the pressure.
Goblin?!... what... what are you doing?!
He has to pay! I'm not just going to stand by and let him hurt you!
But you stopped him, just wait for security to come! He's not going to hurt me now.
It's not enough! I want him to suffer! I won't let him get away with what he did to you!
... Goblin? Let me take over now.
"I want to rip his arm off," He growled under his breath, pulling his arm a little more hearing as the man cried out. "I want to snap his shoulderblade."
Goblin I'm good now, you can let me take over... Goblin I can take over now!... Please?!
I want to throw him out of the God damn window!. Goblin thought, looking at the now cracked window with a small growl. Just one more slam could do it... He has to pay... He-!
Goblin please stop! Please! I'm okay now! You got him, just wait for security!... Please I'm scared!
Goblin froze, looking from the cracks in the window to his reflection, only it wasn't his reflection anymore. It was Norman's reflection staring back at him but what he saw made his features soften. Norman had his hands pressed against the glass, staring right at Goblin. His anger died down when he noticed that Norman was trembling, looking at him with so much fear in his eyes. He stared at him for a minute before looking back at the man who was trying to squirm from his grasp but couldn't move much due to the uncomfortable position he was in, realizing what he was about he was about to make Norman watch if he went through with his thoughts.
"Mr. Osborn!"
Goblin turned his head to see that security had finally showed up, two of them jogging toward him.
"That's him," Norman's assistant stated, pointing toward the man. "He's the one with the bucket of blood."
"Good job keeping him from harming anyone sir but we can take it from here," One of the guards said, grabbing a hold of the man's arm.
Goblin was hesitant to let the man go, looking from the guard to the asshole in question before looking at his reflection once more. It was still Norman, who was watching him worriedly, causing him to frown, not wanting to frighten his better half any more than he already has. So finally, he let go of the man's arm, letting the guards take him.
"Do you want us to call the police and press charges sir?" the other guard asked causing the man to freeze.
Goblin wanted to, he wanted to press charges. He wanted to do far worse to him but he could feel Norman's uneasiness.
Say no. He didn't cause any real harm... Not like I didn't deserve it anyway-.
That's bullshit and you know it!
"Uh, sir?" The guard questioned, getting his attention.
Goblin stared from the guard to the man, his shoulders slacking a bit the longer he looked at him. He could only glare at him with clenched fists shaking his head. "No... Just escort him out and make sure he doesn't come back."
"You got it, sir." The guard said with a nod before he and his partner began to pull him away.
"Let me fucking go! I can walk myself out!" the man snapped trying to pull away.
"Not a chance," The other guard said as they pulled him along. "Now you want to tell us where you got a god damn bucket of blood from?"
"Calm down it's fake blood that I got online!" The man growled shaking his head in anger.
"That doesn't make it any better. You know you could have gotten arrested for this if Mr. Osborn wanted to press charges."
"But he deserves it!" The man was glaring at Goblin one last time as they pulled him away. "He deserves worse for what he has done!"
Goblin could only growl, clenching his fists tightly as he watch them drag the man away. As soon as they were gone, he turned to the bucket of fake blood on the floor his anger only growing the longer he looked at it.
"Are you alright sir?" Norman's assistant asked, looking at him in worry.
Not wanting to cause a scene or snap at anyone on accident, Goblin fixed his suit and began to walk away as he spoke. "I'll be fine. Have someone clean that up. I'm gonna go wash up and go home."
"Alright sir, be careful getting home." She said, watching as he walked away before searching for a janitor.
He began to pace down the hall, his clenched fists to his sides as he walked, heading for a bathroom to clean up as much as he could get off before heading home.
Goblin frowned at the memory, the man's last words playing over and over in his head. Deep down he knew that the man was right even if he didn't want to admit it. He did deserve what had happened and was far worse than that... He just hated that Norman had to suffer for it. Goblin hated the man he once was, he hated how he only ever wanted was to cause pain and suffering to others around him, wanting to cause death and destruction. Goblin hates how he still acts sometimes. He hated how easily angered he got, lashing out over the smallest of things and snapping at the people that he cared about most. But what he hated the most was that Norman had to suffer the consequences of his own actions.
Goblin's frown deepened as he held Otto tightly, his eyes trailing over to the wall next to their door, now noticing the cracks that he caused by slamming the door too hard from his idiotic tantrum. If Otto hadn't got him to calm down in time, the whole house could have been destroyed or worse... He could have hurt Otto, saying things he might regret to him. His eyes became misty as he squint them shut, hiding his face in Otto's chest.
This caused Otto to pause from dancing, looking down at Goblin in concern. He felt as he hugged him tighter beginning to slightly tremble in his grasp. The six-armed man tilts his head, now holding his shoulders. "You alright Pumpkin?"
Goblin couldn't help but sniffle, still hiding his face his voice small and cracking as he spoke. "I'm sorry."
"...Oh Honey." Otto sighed, beginning to hug Goblin close, rubbing his back to comfort him.
"I know I can be a lot to handle sometimes," Goblin began tears forming in his eyes as he spoke. "I lash out over the stupidest things and take it out on you and it leaves Norman worried and frightened... You don't deserve that... Norman doesn't deserve that... I don't deserve you... any of you... Not after everything that I did-,"
"... Goblin-."
"I know why that guy did it," Goblin interrupted with a sad chuckle, tears now streaming down his face pulling away from Otto, beginning to hug himself as he spoke. "He was right, I deserved it and more after the things I've done... I just... hate that Norman has to suffer with... with me," Goblin let out a heart-wrenching sob, hiding his face in the palm of his hands, the dam finally bursting.
Otto could only frown as Goblin sobbed harder, curling in on himself as he cried into his hands. He began to rub his shoulders, letting him cry for a few seconds.
"It's not fair!" He cried out as he pulled his hands away from his face, looking up at Otto with irritated eyes that made the blue in them stick out more. "Norman's a good man but no one can see that because all they can see is the destruction that I have caused! It's not fair that he has to suffer because of me! And the worst part about all of this is that I can't change it! God, how I wish I could change it! I want to take it all back! I want to take the pain I had caused him and everyone away but I CAN'T!" He began to hug himself again as he cast his eyes to the ground, sniffling as he spoke. "I'm no good... Even after I've changed my ways I still cause problems for the people I care about... I don't deserve Norman's friendship. I don't deserve him, or the kids or... or you... I don't deserve to be here-,"
"Goblin don't," Otto quickly interrupted, holding the sides of Goblin's face, causing the smaller man to look up at him in shock. "Don't say that. You deserve to be here and deserving of Norman and the kid's friendship and you're deserving of my love. I know you don't think so but you are."
"I can't believe that," Goblin argued, looking down as more tears formed in his eyes, shaking his head as he spoke. "Not after everything."
Otto frowned, still holding the sides of Goblin's face, tilting his head as he spoke. "I've done some things that I'm not proud of... terrible things that I regret to this day and that the city likes to remind me of daily... Do you think that I am undeserving of the boys or you and Norman?"
Goblin's eyes went wide, shaking his head as he reached for Otto's writs, holding them tightly. "No never! You weren't in control of yourself!" He whispered able to hear Norman hum in agreement, who had been listening to this whole time. "And those assholes don't know you! We don't care what people think of you, Otto. We love you!"
Otto only smiled at that, slowly leaning down and placing a soft kiss on Goblin's forehead, causing the smaller man to freeze. He then pulled away, looking down at a shocking Goblin as he spoke. "That's exactly how a feel about you. I've done horrible things just like you but why must you be held to a different standard?" He waited for Goblin to answer, who had opened his mouth like he was about to protest but he paused, thinking over what he said before pressing his mouth shut, casting his eyes to the ground.
Otto only smiled, now using his thumbs to wipe Goblin's loose tears from his face. "Yes, you have a bad past and have done things that you wish you could take back but you're not the person you once were. The Goblin I once knew would have destroyed what angered him and wouldn't think twice about it. Now you control your anger before it gets too bad. And yes you sometimes have bad days and snap but you feel regret for it, something the old Goblin would have never done." He then brought his hands to the sides of Goblin's upper arms, giving him a gentle squeeze watching as he looks up at him. "You've come a long way Goblin, and Norman and I couldn't be more prouder."
Goblin's eyes became glassy once more, his lower lip quivering as he suddenly pulled Otto into a hug. He held the bigger man tightly, feeling as he hugged him back hearing as the actuators whirred around them both, giving him a tight squeeze. The smaller man let out a shaking sigh, tears streaming down his face as he spoke. "I love you."
"I love you too Pumpkin," Otto whispered, beginning to rock Goblin back and forth to the music once more. "You deserve to be here with us, Goblin. You've got a lot better. Never doubt that."
All Goblin could do was nod, slowly casting his eyes down as he hugged Otto close. They were now shuffling back and forth slowly to the music once more holding each other close which helped Goblin calm more in return. They stayed like this for a long time both listening to the music before Goblin began to hear Norman who had gone quiet for a while.
Are you feeling a lot better, Goblin?
I am... Thank you.
Of course.
Goblin began to frown once more resting the side of his head on Otto's chest as he stared ahead, talking in his head to Norman once more.
Norman, I'm sorry for what happened and I'm sorry for taking control without permission.
Goblin it's okay, really. You were just trying to keep me safe.
Norman watched through their eyes as Goblin kept his eyes toward the ground, able to tell that something was eating at Goblin still due to how quiet he was being.
What's wrong Goblin.
...I'm... sorry for snapping at you and... Almost losing it back at Oscorp. I was about to do something horrible and I was about to make you watch it-.
Goblin, please don't beat yourself up over that. It's fine-.
It's not fine! You asked me to stop and I didn't! I just... I just kept trying to hurt him... I only stopped because you were trembling... I didn't mean to scare you-.
But I wasn't scared of you. Norman argued in his head. I was just still shaken up from what happened and worried for you. I know sometimes you get so angry you lose control and do things you'll regret after. I was just trying to stop it before it happens.
Goblin listened to Norman, nodding his head with a frown. Norman always tried to defuse the situations but sometimes he couldn't when Goblin got too angry... and he had to deal with the consequences.
I'm sorry... It's just... I was so angry at that guy for doing that to you! You didn't deserve that.
You praise me a little too much, I know some of that was well deserved. I'm not much of a saint either Gobby.
But it isn't fair!
Well, life really isn't fair. We're gonna have some people who are never going to see that we've changed but that's okay. We'll just have to deal with it.
You wouldn't have to deal with it if I wasn't around.
Please don't say that-.
But it's true! I cause all of your problems! Like today! I could have ripped that man's arm off or tossed him out of the window! I-.
But you didn't! You stopped yourself before it could happen! The old Goblin would have just done it and left me to deal with it, but you didn't. You managed to keep him from hurting us and keeping him detained until the security arrived.
Goblin thought about Norman's words as he stared ahead. Norman was right, the old Goblin would have done it and left Norman with the repercussions without a second thought, but he still wasn't convinced. He was about to protest once more but Norman beat him to the punch.
You have been getting better Goblin. I know you think that you're not and that we would be better off without you but that's not true. You have a whole family that would miss you deeply. The boys, MJ, Otto, even me... Yes, we have our bad days but I wouldn't trade it for anything... I don't know what I would do now if we lost you.
Goblin's eyes became glassy for the hundredth time that day from Norman's words. He really didn't deserve-
If you say that you don't deserve us, I'll take over one of our hands and slap you with it
The darker half could only laugh, a small smile form on his face as he reached up wiping the tears from his eyes thinking over Norman's words.
... Thanks Normie.
Of course Gobby... and thank you for keeping me safe today.
Well someone's gonna have to. You're a real damsel in distress sometimes.
Hey! I am not! I can take care of myself just fine!
Uh-huh yeah sure Normie.
Oh, screw you asshole!
Goblin could only chuckle before resting his head on Otto's chest once more, who hugged him tightly, smiling down at him for a moment before resting his chin on Goblin's head, closing his eyes causing Goblin to realize that he knew he and Norman were talking so he stayed quiet, not wanting to bother them.
Do you want to take over now?
No, not yet, I'm gonna rest up a bit. You can finish your dance with Otto. You've earned it... Tell Otto I love him for me.
I will don't worry. You get some rest... Sleep well.
Thank you Goblin.
Goblin felt as the low buzzing noise in the front of his head began to go quiet as Norman faded out, being pulled deep into their subconscious. He then let out a small sigh, closing his eyes as he snuggles into Otto's chest.
This caused Otto to stop dancing and pull away a bit, looking down at Goblin. He then made Moe reach for the Alexa, using his claw to turn the music down while he combed his hand through Goblin's fluffy hair. "Are you and Norman feeling any better?"
"We are, Honey," Goblin whispered, looking up at Otto with a smile. "Thank you... Normie's going to rest up a bit and he told me to tell you that he loves you."
"I love him too... I love both of you," Otto whispered, reaching up with a gloved hand and resting it on the side of Goblin's face, feeling as the smaller man leaned into his touch with a content sigh. "And I'm so proud of you. You managed to calm yourself and keep the house in one piece."
Goblin could only chuckle as Otto leaned down kissing the side of his cheek as he spoke. "Well, I couldn't do it without you," He then looked up at Otto who only smiled wider, rubbing the side of his cheek with his gloved thumb. Goblin reached up for his wrist, holding it as he leaned into his gloved hand. "So, what were you working on while Storm'n Norman and I were out?"
"Well, I was working on some tech for the boys and me," Otto explained as he turned to the table full of gadgets, before looking back at Goblin with a grin. "I even made a little something for you."
"You did?!" Goblin beamed, looking up at Otto in excitement. "What did you make? Is it sharp? Does it explode?!"
Otto only chuckled, taking Goblin's hands into his own. "How about I just show you. I was going to wait to show you as a surprise, but after the shitty day you and Norman had, this might help you cheer up more."
With that, Otto pulled Goblin toward the couch, both sitting down, looking at all the various gadgets that were in front of them. Otto showed Goblin all of the new toys that he made for Goblin's arsenal, showing him new versions of razor bats and pumpkin bombs. Goblin could only stare at the new tech in excitement, his mood only getting better as Otto explained what they could do. But Goblin was over the moon when Otto showed him a brand new green triton with purple blades and a yellow pumpkin on the handle. Otto could only smile as Goblin pulled him into a hug, thanking him over and over for making him such a beautiful weapon, knowing that receiving new weapons for fighting was one of his favorite gifts. After, Otto then showed Goblin other things he had made for himself and the boys, explaining what they could do for them when they were out fighting crime. While Otto explained what they did, Goblin listened closely with a smile, resting his head on the six-armed man's shoulder, loving when Otto explained things in great detail. He just loved the sound of his voice, finding it very calming when he spoke.
Goblin couldn't be more grateful for the small family he had now. Sure, some days he felt like he didn't deserve them, and sometimes and felt like he shouldn't be there. But every time he was close to losing his temper, Otto always tried to help him calm down and he, Norman, and the others always remind him how much they care for him and would miss him deeply. Goblin really was a lucky man.
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Marked for Death pt 13
Chapter 12
Dick was in over his head. 
On one hand, he was still reeling that his little brother was alive, and on the other hand he was worried sick out if his mind for his littlest brother who was missing. Missing for two whole weeks before someone noticed, and Dick would never stop blaming himself for it. 
At least he had the excuse of being off planet when Jason had died. Tim had gone missing while Dick was in Gotham, visiting B for a case. He hasn’t even thought to check up on Tim since the kid wasn’t patrolling and now… now he could see where he went wrong. He should have been there for the kid. Dick should have checked in more often and made more of an effort to hang out with him and get to know him. 
But he hadn’t. And now he might not get the chance to do it because Tim was missing. Tim was missing and could be dead because his family didn’ keep tabs on him. Dick was kicking himself about it because he should have learned from how he’d treated Jason. He thought he was doing better with Tim, but it turns out he wasn’t. 
Now, on top of Tim going missing, he was reeling from the discovery of his other brother coming back to life. From the Lazarus pits. And then killing people and becoming a crime lord. It wasn’t a far stretch to think that maybe Jason was also responsible for Tim’s disappearance. At least, Bruce seemed to think so. 
Which was why it was Dicks job to break into Red Hoods  apartment while Bruce distracted Jason. Which was code for fight, Dick thought wryly. So Dick was here, in an empty, dimly lit apartment. 
Surprisingly, the apartment was pretty homey, and after an initial startle at the figure on the couch, there wasn’t anything suspicious. Dick was puzzled when he got close enough to see the giant frog stuffed animal on the couch. Another close look revealed an unfinished puzzle on the coffee table, and Dicks heart sunk. Did Jason have a child here? Did he really have Tim?
Fearing the worst, Dick thought back on everything he knew about the Red Hood. The murders, heads in a duffel bag, drug trade, etc. Nothing had to do with children, and yet. With Tim replacing Jason as Robin, Dick had to admit it fit a little too well to be a coincidence. 
Determination set, Dick crept through the apartment in search of any sign for Tim. No matter how much he was glad that Jason was back alive, he wouldn’t excuse it if he’d done something to Robin. Peering into one room revealed nothing but bookshelves and a closet full of weapons. Must be Jason’s room, Dick concluded, and went back down the hall. 
The next room Dick crept into was much more for a child, but lacking in a lot of childlike things like toys and schoolwork. He eyed the Lego displays and space poster, but there was no one there. If this was a room keeping Tim captive, Dick would tear the place apart to find him. 
Following a hunch, he paused, fingers wrapping around the flashlight on his belt before he dropped to the ground to look under the bed. He barely kept the urge to call out to Tim when his eyes met bright blue, but when he shined the light on the kid it was clearly not the teenager he was hoping for. 
But there was a kid. He was small, maybe four, with black hair and blue eyes wearing wonder woman pajamas. Dicks eyes widened when he caught sight of the taser the kid was clutching in his hands. And then it hit him. Jason has a kid. It clearly wasn’t Robin but it was a child and Dick could only think of all the things Red Hood has done in the past few months to assume the worst. 
“Holy shit,”Dick muttered to himself, realizing he was probably further traumatizing this poor scared child who was- okay he was holding the taser correctly but Dick was still worried he was going to hurt himself. 
“Hey there,”Dick cooed softly. He realized abruptly that he was still rudely shining the light in the kids eyes and moved it sheepishly.  “I’m sorry if I scared you, but I promise I’m not gonna hurt you, okay?”
Dick tried to coax the kid out from under the bed with everything he could think of, but nothing was working. Usually kids knew Nightwing was a good guy, but maybe the kid wasn’t from gotham. Then again, he did break into the kids room. ”I didn’t mean to scare you, so I’m sorry about that,”Dick continued, and thought that maybe Batman’s intel might have been wrong. 
If Jason was kidnapping kids he wouldn’t have a room filled with- albeit minimal- kid stuff and let the kid have a taser in case of emergencies. Which, if Dick was honest, made his heart swell at the thought of Jason, his little brother, having a son??? Because Dick was freaking out. He was freaking out because as cute as that would be Jason was still a murderer and a crime lord and had a normal cozy apartment with a four year old. Suffice to say, Dick didn’t understand.
A sudden crash from the living room had Dick standing up, making sure to stay in between the door and the kids bed. Even if Jason didn’t kidnap this kid or Robin, he wasn’t going to risk it. He pockets the flashlight, preparing for a fight when he hears low voices behind the door. 
“Get out of my way,”Jason growls, and Dick can tell he’s wearing the helmet becasue of the mechanical drawl to it. 
Dick can’t make out what Bruce says, only hears something like gargling gravel before Jason scoffs. Footsteps stomp closer and Dick prepares for a fight when the door swings open. “Out,”Jason orders before Dick can get a word in edge-wise. Jason steps closer and Dick can see the outline of Bruce behind him. “Move it, Dickhead.”
He shakes his head, hand itching for his escrima sticks, but he doen’t want to scare the kid. “Not until you tell us who the kid is,”Dick says, and Jason heaves a frustrated breath. 
“I don’t want to shoot someone in his room, but I will if you don’t move. Now,”Jason threatens, pointing his gun at Dick and, he concedes. Part of him doesn’t want Jason near the kid, but clearly Dick misread the situation because Jason seems to be protective of him instead of looking for a hostage.  
Nightwing steps aside, hands raised as he watches curiously how Jason bends over, reaches under the bed with his right hand, and pulls out the kid all while keeping the gun trained on Dick with his other hand. Dick’s jaw almost drops when he sees how smoothly Jason brings the kid up to rest on his hip as if he’d done it so many times before. The kid seems to be fine with it, even latching onto Jason like a koala and burying his head in Jason’s jacket. The little guy is still holding the taser, though Jason doesn’t seem concerned. 
“Living room,”Jason grits out as he turns back to the rest of the house. Dick follows obediently, hoping to get some answers. He catches sight of Bruce looming in the background. Dick assumes Bruce is just as desperate for answers as he is, because they both sit down on the couch when Jason tells them to. The image of Batman sitting next to a giant frog is now seared into his brain. 
“Listen up because I am only going to say this once,”Jason starts, holstering his gun. He pulls off his hood to continue, showing a white streak and a red domino, only- that is his little brother, Dick thinks. He wasn’t 100% sure Red Hood was his little brother but now that he sees his face… Dick wants to cry and hug him, but he refrains because he wants answers. After though…
“I died, came back, got picked up by the league, and dumped in a Lazarus pit,”Jason starts, definitely not giving them enough time to process before he keeps going. The kid in his arms seems unbothered, and has now moved to rest his head on Jason’s chest, holding the taser like some kind of teddy bear. “The pit gave me more side effects than usual, and enhanced anger and rage is something I’m still working to control. I came back to Gotham to work on making Crime Alley better, and I didn’t want anything to do with you two. Or Robin,”Jason adds. 
“And I still don’t want anything to do with you,”Jason scowls, looking to Bruce to avoid Dick’s teary puppy dog eyes. “Especially now that I’ve got a son and an established community in the Alley. I am trying to move on with my life. I haven’t seen Robin and I don’t know where he is. But him missing doesn’t mean you can break into my home and scare my kid.”
“No, you can’t meet him. Now get out,”Jason said, scowling. Dick made panicked eye contact with Bruce and stood. 
“Wait, Jason,”Dick protested, staying where he was after getting glared at. “Can we talk about this? I just- I wasn’t even sure it was you before and with Tim gone we obviously weren’t thinking straight.”
“Jason,”Bruce said gruffly, and both Dick and Jason froze when the man reached up and pulled the cowl off. “I’m… I’m sorry,”He started, and this time it was Dick and Jason staring at the man in panic. “I assumed it was you, under the hood, but I couldn’t… I couldn’t get my hopes up.”
“The,”Bruce pauses, glancing towards the kid, who was watching them intently from Jason’s arms. “…things you’ve been doing since you got back, I had only been focused on the.. gruesome parts. Not the good things.”
“I… see now, that you’ve made a life for yourself here,”Bruce says, and it takes everything in Jason to keep eye contact with the man. Dick is hopeful, looking between the two of them. “And I’m sorry for not being there for you when.. when you died. I understand the need to distance yourself from that. From us.”
“But,”Bruce says, and Jason’s eyes turn wide when he sees tears in Bruce’s eyes. “I would love to be a part of your life in any capacity. You and.. your son.”
Silence rang out in the apartment after that, and Dick couldn’t think. He just hoped that they could fix this. Jason sighed, looking a little uncomfortable in the face of a crying batman. “I.. I’m gonna put him back to bed,”Jason said, gesturing to the kid. Dick’s shoulders slumped until Jason added,”Then we can talk.”
Jason left the room, leaving Bruce and Dick to exchange hopeful glances with each other. In the kids room, Dick could make out the two quietly talking. “Is Batman your dad?” Dick heard the kid ask, and Dick couldn’t help but take in a breath. He wondered what answer Jason would give and dreaded it. Of course, it wasn’t the kids fault, he didn’t know what he was doing. 
Tim knew exactly what he was doing. 
He let Jason tuck him into bed before asking, and Jason froze. Tim weaponized his big blue eyes to look up at Jason. “It seems like they care a lot about you,”Tim says softly. “And it's.. Important for families to stick together, right?” 
Tim knew exactly what he was saying to get Jason to think about letting Bruce and Dick in his life. By the way Jason sighed and slumped forwards, he knew it too. “I know what you’re doing, kiddo,”He said, but Tim could see the small fond smile on his face.
“Is it working?” Tim asked, doing his best puppy dog expression. 
Jason laughed softly, rubbing Tim’s head. “Sleep tight, Conan,”He said in lieu of replying, and turned back towards the living room. 
Tim sat in his bed, satisfied with the turn of events before scrambling out of bed as quietly as he could. He creeped closer to the door, trying to listen in. Things seemed to be going well, because no voices were raised. Tim frowned, pressing his ear against the door to hear better. 
“Yeah,”Jason was saying. “I looked into it. Been trying to find him myself. No more dead robins, right?”
Tim couldn’t hear what else was said until Jason spoke up again. “Fine. Just for cases though,”Jason said. “If that goes well then maybe you can meet Conan.”
“His name’s Conan?” Dick responded, a little more hopeful than Tim expected. “He’s adorable.”
“Yeah, smart cookie too,”Jason said, and Tim could practically hear his grin. “About to start first grade this fall,”He added, and Tim frowned at that. Since when was Jason planning that? Tim thought incredulously. 
Tim missed a bit of the next part of the conversation, but when he turned back in it seemed like they were ready to leave. “Promise?” Dick was asking, and Tim could hear a muffled reply, like Jason had been hugged. A smile tugged at Tim’s lips. 
His plan was coming together.
Chapter 14
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