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talesofesther · 2 years

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all that love ever taught me

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie has loved you for a long while, he just doesn't have what it takes to tell you, and that might just be his downfall.

Requested by @stiegasaw: Could you do something with Eddie as a secret admirer?

A/N: This one is written in a bit of a different style than what I normally do, but I think it turned out okay, do let me know. Also, exclusively from Eddie's pov (a very lovesick Eddie, might I add) <3.

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Eddie Munson despised cliches.

He hated when movies threw in that overly done love story, where against all odds, the guy gets the girl in the end. It was overused and too far away from reality, more often than not making him roll his eyes at his TV to a movie he was enjoying before all the mushy stuff started.

He couldn't stand it because they always made it look like the real world was a sea of roses, which was so so far from the truth.

Eddie hated cliches, because ultimately, he was living the biggest of them all. Except in his scenario, a happy ending was nowhere to be seen.

The tragedy started after the first time Eddie failed to graduate, Jason was giving him shit about it right on the first day back, making a show with his peers about how much of a failure Eddie was. And that's when you came crashing into his life — his personal angel, he liked to think — strutting up beside Eddie with your doc martens and a faded Bon Jovi shirt, talking all sweet about how Jason alone managed to lose the last game of basketball for the school's team. It shut the jock up and sent a cupid's arrow right through Eddie's chest; who acted like a massive weirdo and was too flustered to say anything to you. Safe to say he was kinda glad for being held back after discovering you'd be sharing his classes.

And now, six months later and a lot of wishful glances combined with leaping hearts, Eddie found himself head over heels in love with the girl who defended him once. But he couldn't be blamed, no one stands up for Eddie Munson, and when you also smile at him from the other side of the classroom and take an extra set of notes whenever he misses a class, he was bound to become every single cliche he said to hate.

Monday morning started out with shy rays of sun peeking over grey clouds, making the steadily falling droplets of rain shine. It was precisely the kind of morning that got Eddie wanting to turn around in his bed and continue sleeping. But he couldn't, an annoying chemistry assignment said so.

Hawkins High's parking lot was more packed than usual, leaving Eddie to park his van a little further than he'd like. He huffed in disdain when he plucked the key from the ignition, putting on his hoodie in a cheap attempt to not get soaked.

Water splashed around his sneakers as Eddie ran towards the school's doors, backpack bouncing on his back.

He stopped just short of reaching the roof, his feet coming to a halt when his gaze landed on you, who stood beside the glass doors he was trying to reach, shaking the rain from your umbrella.

Eddie felt a single drop of water running down his forehead, and then another, and one more; his hair shining as more and more raindrops clung to it. It happened most of the time, a small part of him froze whenever he was presented with the possibility of having a moment with you. Something inside him kept saying; 'what do you want with someone like her? Someone so astronomically out of your league? You'll just weird her out eventually'. Even if you were nothing but kind, always making an effort to talk with him, he still hesitated.

"Eddie, man," Gareth's voice snapped Eddie's mind back to reality, "what the hell are you doing? You're getting soaked." The boy stood on the sidewalk, under the small roof of the brick wall, frowning and shaking his head at Eddie.

"Just zoned out." Eddie waved a dismissive hand at him, walking under the roof and out of the rain. He pushed back his hoodie, shaking his head as a dog would to get rid of the raindrops.

Gareth scoffed, "yeah right, and I'm looking at the reason why," he pointedly shot a glance in your direction with a smirk, earning himself a shove in the shoulder from Eddie that only made him laugh harder.

There were rare times in which Eddie would consider himself lucky. Having your locker just three doors away from his, was one of those times.

Eddie took his time separating his books, gently swinging the metal door back and forth and creating a melody with the rusty hinges and the click of his rings.

Your laughter made his ears perk up. Not so subtly, he peeked from behind the locker's door. His fingers fumbled with the little notebook he had in his hands, anticipation building in his stomach.

A soft chuckle escaped you, resonating through the school's hallway and making Eddie smile. He watched as you carefully picked up the note, as your eyes crinkled with a smile of your own once you read it.

With messy handwriting — messier than normal, considering his nerves — Eddie had slipped the first anonymous note inside your locker just barely a month ago. For the sole purpose of him hearing a conversation between you and one of your friends, where you were saying how you felt a little weird in your new jacket, like everyone was looking at you. And Eddie simply couldn't let it pass, because it was a light blue leather jacket that had rendered him breathless for a moment, and he needed you to know. So he wrote;

For what's worth, I think your look is pretty metal. Which in my humble opinion, is the most beautiful there is.

It got you biting your lip to contain the smile, holding onto the small note as if it was a diamond ring.

Eddie got pretty addicted to the sight, so every once in a while, he'd pour little bits of his affection in a note and slip it into your locker.

Too late, he realized you had closed said locker and were now making your way to him.

He subconsciously straightened his posture, hastily shoving his black little notebook into his back pocket.

"Hey, Eddie." You held onto his locker door, fingers dangerously close to his own.

Eddie cleared his throat, his thumb barely grazed the skin of your hand before he pulled away. "Y/N, to what do I owe the honor?"

You chuckled and swatted at his arm. For a moment, your lips parted, and it looked like you wanted to say something else, before the words faded and you settled for; "I took some extra notes in our last class, Mr. Anderson usually gives us a few minutes to catch up before his tests, you can take them if you'd like." You extended the paper to him, with the neat handwriting Eddie was all too familiar with.

"Shit, you're an angel, sweetheart," the pet name slipped past his lips like butter, as if it was routine, as if you were his to call. His locker door shut with a loud bump of metal against metal, eyes fixed on yours to see how much damage his loose tongue had caused.

There was a reason for the way he felt so drawn to you, Eddie figured, maybe if he was bold enough, he'd test fate.

You smirked, eyelashes kissing the corner of your eyes, touch as sweet as honey and as warm as the sun when your fingers closed around the cuff of his hoodie. "Come on, don't wanna be late, he's not exactly kind in that matter," you fell into step beside Eddie, hooking your pinkie with his, "you'd know, right?"

He would know, Eddie was once ten minutes late for that class and had the door slammed in his face. That was the last thing he could think about though, with the way his heart was threatening to beat out of his chest. Your skin was soft against his guitar-scarred fingertips. He loved the feeling, it numbed any and all other senses.

When the last bell of the day rang, sending eager students home, the rain was even worse than it was in the morning. Eddie was glad the classes were over, he'd happily stay in his room for the whole rest of the day; lights out, cigarette hanging from his lips as he mindlessly strummed his guitar with the sounds of rain hitting the roof.

Just as he walked out of the school doors, Eddie found you, your back was pressed to the brick wall as droplets of rain collected on your boots — courtesy of the ridiculously small roof from outside — you held your backpack straps with one hand and your umbrella with the other, wisps of loose hair following the same path the cold wind set. Eddie could see the goosebumps on the naked skin of your arms, he wanted to pull you close, or at least give you his hoodie.

"I thought it would get better, but I think it just got worse," Eddie chuckled, looking up at the dark clouds with a grimace.

"Oh yeah," you glanced at him and then up as well, "perfect weather to stay at home though, isn't it?"

Selfishly, Eddie thought of hot chocolate; of his comfy worn couch, and a cheesy movie on his TV. He thought of sweaters and fluffy blankets; of pouring the sweet hot drink in two mugs, and bringing one of them to you.

"Sure is," Eddie stuffed his hands in the pockets of his jeans, averting his eyes, a ghost of a smile on his lips for the dream that could never be.

He didn't see your smile, or how you looked at him like he held the moon and stars at his fingertips. He did feel your shoulder bumping into his. You had moved closer, now pressed to him under the small roof.

"Are you waiting for someone?" Eddie asked, blinking down at you when tiny raindrops flew on his cheeks.

"Not really," you huffed, raising your umbrella, "I'm kind of on my own."

"What? In this?" He raised his eyebrows, jutting a thumb towards the pouring rain as if you hadn't noticed it.

You just shrugged, "I was gonna wait it out a bit."

"You're gonna wait forever." He pursed his lips, not thinking much about his next words, "let me give you a ride."

"No, Eddie, it's okay, I don't wanna bother-"

"You could never."

Eddie blamed it on the heavy rain when he clasped your hand in his, running with you to the school's parking lot and to his van. The end of his jeans got soaked as he stepped in the puddles and strands of hair started clinging to his wet cheeks and forehead, but he didn't care, you were laughing and holding tight onto his hand and it was the prettiest thing he had ever seen.

A few drops of water were running down the bridge of your nose and to your chin when you threw yourself on the passenger's seat, Eddie following close behind and slamming shut the driver's door.

Eddie gripped tight the steering wheel, the last bits of laughter dying on his lips. He was a little breathless, from the running or from having you in his van, he didn't know. "Where to, angel?"

The sound of raindrops hitting the metal roof was muffled because of the closed windows, making the rain seem much more tender than it was. You let go of your backpack, letting it rest on your feet as you wiped away the raindrops stuck to your eyelashes.

You leaned closer before answering, one hand coming up to brush away strands of hair caught in Eddie's lips.

Any coherent thoughts slipped from his mind when your fingertips touched his cheek, as you slowly tamed his curls behind his ear so you could see his eyes clearly. As simple as it was, it felt intimate in a way Eddie had never been with anyone else, making his body fill with goosebumps from head to toe. The naive side of him wanted it to mean something.

Only once you pulled away, that Eddie could look at you, pupils blown wide and hoping you couldn't see the pink on his cheeks.

"I'll guide you." Was all you said.

Eddie drove out of the school's parking lot with ease, making sure to keep well under the speed limit as he followed your directions.

Somewhere along the way, the silence started to become a bit too loud. Eddie fumbled with his radio a bit, until you startled him by saying, quite animatedly, that you loved this song.

"This one?" He asked, gaze moving between you and the radio. It was a Judas Priest song, one Eddie knows all too well, but didn't expect you to like.

"Yeah, I usually blast it on my player whenever I have to clean the house, until my mom tells me to turn it down," you mumbled the last part.

Eddie chuckled, chancing another glance your way before turning up the volume just a smidge. "I like it too. I uh- I've even played it once, with my band."

You turned to him, eyes twinkling with excitement, "you have a band?"

Eddie had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep focused, knuckles turning white around the steering because oh how you drive him mad in the best possible way. "I do, yeah, we usually play at The Hideout for a few drunks who are there to watch. It's not much but, it's something already."

"Oh, this is me," you quickly pointed at your house, causing Eddie to slam the breaks abruptly.

The house was pretty, he didn't even realize he had entered one of the nicest neighborhoods in town. It was easy to be around you, to get wrapped up in the warmth of your presence; it was easy to forget why he kept you at arm's length in the first place.

You had good grades and popular friends, a nice house, parents with well-paid jobs, and a promising future. You'd no doubt be leaving for college as soon as you graduate, leaving Hawkins behind, leaving Eddie. Because that's exactly what fits in with you, something better than this town, better than him. At least that's the excuse Eddie chose to tell himself to avoid another loss.

"Eddie this is so awesome," you finally continued, "when I was younger I sometimes wanted to have a band too. You know, travel the world, play for different people."

"Yeah well, I'm about as close to doing that as you are," Eddie smirked, turning off his van and slumping back in his seat, feeling rather drunk in the way your perfume got trapped in the stuffy van.

"Bullshit, you can play. Me and instruments definitely don't see eye to eye." You picked up your backpack, hugging it to your chest and making no effort to leave, even though you were right in front of your house.

I can teach you, if you'd like. Is what Eddie wanted to say, he could feel the words pushing against his throat and forming a lump there. Or maybe; you should come see us play sometime.

He couldn't bring himself to say it.

You waited for just a second longer before thanking him and saying goodbye, as if you were asking him to do something, anything that would tell you what this dance between you two was.

Eddie watched you run from his van and to your porch, waiting until you were safely inside your home and he was left alone with just the low tune of the radio.

As he drove to his trailer, something felt missing. Every time he turned to look at the passenger's seat the hollowness in his chest deepened. He felt like a coward for losing his chance, one he would probably not have again.

The rain was falling heavily, making the radio stutter in its play. Eddie fiddled with the buttons until all he heard was static, he punched the steering wheel, almost knocking the old thing out of place, before heaving out a frustrated sigh and slumping back in his seat.

"What's wrong with you, man?" He asked himself and didn't know the answer. But he cursed his parents, for leaving him with a scarred heart. He cursed Hawkins and that damn school for putting a target on his back. He cursed you, too, for making him fall so easily. Mainly though, he cursed himself.

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Read Part 2 here

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 2 years

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Idk why but I'm weak for Obssed!Eddie with a reader who is mean to everyone but him, like giving him all the love and affection he needs but also giving people death stares if they even just look at Eddie the wrong way, maybe you could wrote sm? It's fine if not cause ik it isn't what you usally write <3

imagining her sitting on eddie's lap at lunch; his ringed hand smoothing up and down the side of her thigh, his other hand running up and down her back as they sloppily makeout <33 she gives mean glares to anyone that interrupts them <33

AND AND!! she struts up to jason and his friends, dragging eddie behind her with his hand in hers, her heels clacking on the ground, mini purse in between the crook of her elbow as she makes eddie stand behind her as she yells at jason, cursing at him with her glossy lips because he called eddie a freak (specifically because he had the nerve to even call him a freak when she was standing there next to him)

eddie's all flustered, 1) because he likes seeing her angry 2) because she is standing up for him and 3) because he's a little embarrassed--not about her but about the fact that he feels like a kid standing nervously behind his mom as she yells at her child's bully to get an apology or something. whenever eddie reaches out to gently tug on reader's elbow when jason rolls his eyes and she gets angrier, he's all; "c'mon, baby, 's oka---"

before she cuts him off with her manicured pointer finger in the air behind her back, "shut up!" she speaks sternly and quickly, and eddie obliges quickly, shutting his mouth and nodding even though she can't see it.

anyway yeah she's genuinely terrifying and even jason n his friends stop picking on eddie <33

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fbfh · 1 year

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light up the dark [XIII] - Leo Valdez x reader

wc: 2k

genre: drama, minor angst, action

warnings: minor Leo self loathing, Leo crying </3, questionable and obscure mythology usage, generally sketchy at best plotting (this outline is very old), Leo looks really fucking pretty in the snow

summary: Leo gets something important off his chest, then chases after you to make ammends. When he looks for you, he's met with soemthing entirely different than he expected, and way more than he bargained for.

song recs: pretty when you cry - lana del rey, meant to be yours - heathers obc, wasteland baby - hozier, roll up - the struts

a/n: okay we're getting to the last few parts aka where the outline gets questionable as fuck but the whole thing is hinged on the questionable parts so there's really not a way for me to change anything at this point we're all just along for the ride!! also this chapter (and maybe the next/last couple) will probably be on the shorter side bc I wasn't sure how much outline I would need to actually make a chapter so I undershot a little. the second reason is I'm burnt out lol. anyway enjoy!!

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It’s safely early morning now, and people are beginning to wake up. Throughout the different rooms in the house, blankets are flipped back and bedroom doors are opened, curtains are drawn, and groggy conversation is made over face wash and toothpaste and running water. After enough time wallowing in his self loathing, Leo gets up to look for you. Being petty like that only felt gratifying and justified for a few fleeting moments. After that he just felt bad. Like, really bad. He knew what he said was probably too harsh as soon as the words left his mouth and you bolted. Gods, why can't he just be a little more patient?

He bets that Jason never would have said something like that to you, yet here he is, screwing up again. He tugs on the rest of his clothes, ending with a hoodie for the unseasonably cold weather, and leaves to find you. As he descends the stairs, a gust of freezing air washes over him. He looks for the source, and sees the front door is ajar. Snowflakes blow in, along with a few small, downy feathers that look almost pink in the diffused morning light struggling to get through the heavy dark clouds that continue to roll in.

"Morning." He hears Jason's groggy voice behind him, "You're up early.” He turns around to see Piper standing next to him, yawning. They’re wearing matching pajamas, and have matching bed head. They’re so cute together it would make Leo a little sick on any other day. Jason's hair is sticking up in every direction, and he wipes the smudges off his glasses with the hem of his shirt. Leo hasn't seen his friends since last night, when they backed him up in front of Calypso - something he hadn't been expecting.

Just the sight of them brings back a highlight reel of all the things that they said - along with the rest of his friends - in his defense. That paired with how much he wishes he could see you right now, make sure you’re okay, is enough to have tears welling in the corners of his eyes. Sure, what he said might have been coming from feeling very justifiably upset at the way he’s been treated until now, but that’s not your fault. He shouldn’t have lashed out at you like he did.

“You okay?” Piper asks, a note of concern in her voice. He’s clearly not, and she wants to know why right now. He takes in a shaky breath and squeezes his eyes shut. After a few moments, he tells them what happened - or at least he tries to. He barely gets out about half the story before he stops, really not wanting to cry more than he feels like he’s about to. Jason and Piper share a look. It’s so early and they’re barely awake, but that’s not going to stop them from trying to help him. In their drowsy stupor, they hear the worst in his fumbled explanation.

They share a regretful look. What they piece together is really disappointing, but they can’t say they’re totally surprised. They definitely are disappointed, they were really starting to root for you - especially compared to Calypso. It’s not your quick wit or sharp tongue that surprises them, it’s that you directed it at Leo. They’re not sure exactly what words were exchanged, just that Leo is really hurting over this, which is the one thing they don’t want. To make things worse, he’s really worried about you. They hear footsteps behind them.

“What’s going on?” This time it’s Annabeth’s groggy morning voice, and she’s closely followed by Percy, who looks like he’d rather still be asleep.

“They got into a fight,” Jason says, trying to bring them up to speed - granted, he doesn’t have much more information than they do now. Leo lets out a frustrated sigh, trying to squeeze away his tears and pressing his hands into his face. He shakes his head before his eyes land back on the door. The wind blew it a little further open, and he can see your footprints make long, panicked strides in the growing snow on the ground.

“I-” he chuckles, weepily, “I have to go find her…” He’s already descending the stairs when his friends start to protest. It’s so early and they’re all barely awake, the last thing they want is for him to jump into something if they’re not awake enough to help him out yet.

“Wait,” Piper starts, “maybe you should stay here.”

“Yeah, maybe we should talk about this before you, you know, rush into anything.” Percy agrees.

“Or make a stupid decision for a manipulative bitch and get nothing in return.”

Everyone stops dead in their tracks as Calypso’s voice echoes through the hall. A collective sense of being found by the T-Rex in Jurassic Park passes over everyone, and the room stills. Only Calypso could make a room full of people with ADHD stand totally still.

“She’s gone. Good riddance.” Calypso says, without a sliver of concern in her voice. “I mean it was just a matter of time before that little whore finally showed her true colors, and-”

“FOR GODS’ SAKE CALYPSO! CAN YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP?! PLEASE?!”

The room falls silent again, and all eyes turn to Leo. He looks exhausted and exasperated and completely and utterly done. She stares at him, mouth agape, refusing to believe he’s talking to her like that.

“Excuse-” She starts, but before she can finish, he keeps going. He’s not going to let her steamroll him, not anymore.

“I mean, really! We can’t get through one goddamn day without you ruining something. Do you have to work at being like this?” He demands rhetorically, “Cause it seems like you must work pretty fucking hard to be so miserable all the time!”

No one could have ever predicted this. No one could have imagined that Leo would ever be the one to put Calypso in her place like this.

“I am not-”

“No, no, no! I don’t give a shit!” He roars with an exasperated laugh, “I don’t want to hear any more of your bullshit or whining or constant complaining! I’ve had enough. We’ve all had enough, so just…” He laughs, trailing off as he realizes that he’s never going to get through to her. His only option is to get away from her. Or, he supposes, get her away from him.

“Get out.”

It’s silent again. All the commotion brought the last few people out of their rooms, so Nico, Will, Frank, and Hazel all heard most of what he had to say. They all stand there in shock as Calypso spews some more bullshit about not needing to take this and storms back into her room, presumably to pack her shit and leave. There’s a sense of giddy elation when she leaves. They have been waiting so, so long for him to really be able to stand up to her, to refuse being treated as shitty as she treats him. Percy makes some sassy remark behind her, and Piper is the first to congratulate him. Or she would have been, if he had stuck around long enough to celebrate. Piper jogs half way down the stairs, getting a glimpse of his dark, curly hair contrasting sharply with the snow. He’s out of the door before she can call his name.

Leo barely registers how strange this whole snow storm is. It’s supposed to be spring, it should be ambiently warm with little flowers blooming, not look like a trailer for Frozen. In spite of how weird the weather is, he doesn’t care about that right now. He just wants to find you. He tracks through the snow rapidly accumulating on the ground, following your footprints until he loses track of them, getting lost or covered up by what is quickly turning into a blizzard. He shivers, pulling his jacket around himself tighter. He's a Houston boy, he's not prepared for all this wintery bullshit. He still loves snow, he thinks it's one of the prettiest, most magical things in the world, but it's not pretty when he’s worried about you being outside in it.

Finally, he sees a figure in dark clothes shrouded in the blindingly white snowy landscape standing at the edge of the yard. He runs over, calling your name. He continues trudging through the snow, and when he’s close enough you turn around. Except it’s not you he’s met with. He stops dead in his tracks, stomach dropping as he struggles to remember her name after so many years. After a moment he remembers.

“Khione?!” He demands. He’s about to ask what the fuck she’s doing here. Before he can, she steps closer, lifting his chin up with her finger.

“Well, well, well…” she says, and Leo’s surprised that he can hear her perfectly over the roaring wind of the storm. The storm she probably created, he realizes. “You are just as easy on the eyes as I remember you being.”

A sickening chill runs down his spine at her words. Before he can even think of a reaction, she continues.

“I’m sure you’re curious as to what brings me here.” She states, walking around him, eyes never leaving him. He feels like he’s being circled by a shark. “Well, you’re a smart boy, I’m sure you’ve heard the stories of how I got two gods to fall in love with me.”

He hasn’t, but now doesn’t seem like a good time to bring that up.

“Poseidon, I had wrapped around my finger.” She chuckles. “And Apollo…” The laughter evaporates, and her smile disappears, replaced by something more bitter.

“Apollo…” She stares into space, then her gaze hardens. “Apollo broke my heart.” She spits, turning away from him as she continues.

“I swore I would never love again, I’d never let myself be fooled by a beautiful man with warm eyes and charming smile. And then,” she whips around to him, her gaze dangerous. “You showed up.”

She walks closer to him, and Leo retreats a few steps on instinct.

“You showed up, and were tantalizingly close, almost in my grasp.” Her expression grows cold. “Then you rejected me.”

His stomach drops.

“I tried to talk some sense into Apollo, get him to see what he’s missing, but he’s too much of a fool to see the prize in front of him.” She spits before flashing another dangerous grin. “But I got my revenge on him, you can be sure of that. He stole my heart, I stole something of his right back.” Leo’s brow furrows, trying to piece together what her words really mean, trying to connect the dots between this and everything else that’s going on. She lets out a crazed chuckle.

“But I got my revenge.” She continues, getting even closer to him. She sizes him up, glowering at him predatorily. She chuckles darkly, and Leo sees something unhinged deep in her eyes starting to rise to the surface.

“And now, you will be my lover,” she laughs maniacally, “IN AN ETERNAL WINTER WASTELAND!”

Her laughter reverberates through the swirling snow, and Leo’s stomach drops. Chills creep over his skin, but it’s not just from the cold.

“Okay!” He yells over the howling wind, as thick snowflakes collect on his eyelashes. “You are seriously in-fucking-sane!” He’s not sure she can even hear him, but it doesn’t matter. He’s not letting her get away with this, he’s not going to let her turn the world into a giant snow globe forever. He pulls his arms away from being wrapped up tight around himself and holds out his hands. They’re stiff from the cold, but that doesn’t stop him from summoning two huge balls of fire. They engulf him all the way up to the elbows, thawing him out a little. He takes a deep breath, steadies himself, and prepares to fight. Or more specifically, kick her frigid ass.

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curtsycream · 1 year

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She Said

Warning: Topics of body issues, self discovery, sexuality, drugs, poly relationships, internalized homophobia, classic teen drama, teen pregnancy, infidelity, gender stereotypes, eating disorders, diets, and manipulation

Chapter Warning: none

The door to Y/N’s room burst open as two figures stood in the doorway anticipating a reaction. Removing her headphones from her ears Y/N’s head shoots up to look at the blonde and brunette standing before her. “Chrissy? Nancy? What are you two doing here?”

The clear confusion in her voice led Nancy to cock an eyebrow with her hands on her hips. Strutting into the room she stands over the H/C girl, “Did you really forget what today was?”

Sitting up on her bed she furrows her eyebrows trying her hardest to think about what she forgot. The only thing that came to mind was school which did not make sense to her as it was a Saturday. Giving up on her attempts at figuring out what she forgot she shakes her head.

Sighing Nancy crosses her arms over her chest, “Today Jason’s birthday! You know Chrissy’s boyfriend the same Jason we grew up with.”

Her mouth forms an ‘O’ as she slowly starts to remember their plans for today. “The surprise party, how could I forget! I even got him this really cute cardigan because his sweater vests are sooo depressing to look at!”

Giggling at her friend’s statement Chrissy comes closer to the other two. Only then did Y/N notice both her friends dressed for a party. Standing up from her bed she rushes towards her closet mumbling a ‘We can’t be late’. Rolling her eyes playfully Nancy takes a seat on the bed, “The party isn’t until 7 at that weird hookah club on 3rd street. The one with the hot bouncer that looks like Tom Welling.”

“Isn’t he like a college student?”

“I mean yeah but that doesn’t defeat the point that he’s hot!”

Normally Y/N would entertain her friends especially when good looking people were involved. But the overwhelming feeling that she only had 3 hours to pick an outfit and do her makeup was stressful. Her fingers skillfully move through her clothes which was rather impressive considering her acrylic nails. “Aha!” The small noise leaves her lips when she finds the perfect outfit to wear to the party. “I’ll be back!”

Chrissy and Nancy witnessed their friend trip on her way to her bathroom before the door slammed with a yelp. Nancy cupped her hands around her mouth before yelling out a “Be careful, Bunny Boo!”

“Don’t worry so much, Kool Kat!”

Y/N let out a sigh looking at her outfit in the mirror, pressing her finger to her lip anxiously she stares at her hair. Her hair was always the hardest part when it came to going out. Tilting her head she finally decides on a simple style that would fit under her beret. Grabbing her makeup bag she decides to do some heavy pink blush with glossy lip gloss. Satisfied with her look she opens the bathroom door before rushing to her friends who were looking through Bop magazines.

“How do I look?” Y/N asks while doing a small twirl as her friends assess her outfit. Nancy gives her a smile and thumbs up while peeking at her over the sunglasses that match her outfit. Clapping her hands Chrissy nods her head, “I love it! It’s like we’re matching a little!” Pointing down to her own outfit Y/N smiles at the easygoing blonde. “I have you to thank after all I was inspired by your heels, totes adorable!”

“Aww Bunny Boo! I’m in love with your heels too!”

Shaking her head at the squealing girls Nancy stands up clearing her throat. Looking at her flip phone as it displays the time she speaks, “I think it’s time we get going, it took you almost an hour and a half to get ready.”

Pouting at her friend’s words Y/N looks down at her shoes, “I couldn’t help it I didn’t know how I wanted my hair or if this was enough glitter for a birthday party.”

Patting the girl on the shoulder Nancy smiles, “Don’t worry about it we still have time to get to the club and finish setting up before our guests arrive.”

”It’s so pretty here! I can’t believe we got private access to a club!”

Looking around at the setup with wide eyes Y/N goes back to blowing up balloons for the party. After about 30 minutes into blowing up balloons and setting out snacks with Nancy and Chrissy the club doors opened. Her attention was drawn to the grungy looking guys who walked in and straight to Chrissy. Placing a hand over her cheeks Y/N couldn’t help the heat that started to crawl up her body.

Leaning closer to her friend and the guys who stood with her she pretended to sort a few snack trays out. “Oh you’re the band! My boyfriend really loves your stuff, I’m really glad you guys could perform for his birthday it means a lot!”

A chuckle left the lips of the guy with the chestnut brown hair and a smirk. “We’re always down to do events like these, means a lot doing one for a fan’s birthday!” An inaudible gasp leaves Y/N’s lips as she hears the suave voice leave his lips.

Though her shock is short lived as the one with light brown hair and babydoll eyes glances her way. Quickly looking away she pretends to be busy with the bowl of punch in front of her.

“That’s great! I can show you the stage so you guys can set up!”

A round of nods follow Chrissy’s statement as she leads them towards the stage area. Letting out a breath Y/N did not realize she was holding she stares after the group. Never in her life had she seen people dress and look the way those guys did. It was something new but she liked it for some reason.

“Earth to Y/N..”

Her head snaps in the direction of Nancy who had a smirk on her face. In her arms were rolls of streamer paper, “I saw you staring after NightSafe, hot aren’t they?”

“Like super hot, how do people like them exist?”

“Welcome to my world, some people just look so wow like I can’t describe it.”

Y/N nods her head along to Nancy’s words before looking back towards the band as they setup.

“You’ve got it bad, Bunny Boo. Stare any longer and you might burn a hole through them, now let’s get back to party prepping.”

Grabbing ahold of Y/N’s arm Nancy leads her in the opposite direction of the band.

“Finally done! We finished with a few minutes to spare! I can’t wait for Jason to see all that we did.”

“We all know he’s going to love it especially if you’re the reason it happened, Angel.”

Y/N could only nod at Nancy’s words, it was no secret that Jason had the biggest soft spot for Chrissy. Everyone could see how he looked at her as if she put the stars in the sky and made them twinkle. She found it very cute and nothing less than what her bestfriend deserved in a guy.

Standing up with a new air of confidence Chrissy makes her way to the doors beckoning her friends close. From the look on her face Nancy and Y/N knew the party was about to start.

Soon enough music ripped through the speakers as people danced around the club. off to the side in a booth sat Y/N and her group of friends consisting of Nancy, Chrissy, Jason, Carol, Gareth, and Tommy.

The group of seven sat around as Jason was opening presents that he was given by his friends. The table was filled with chatter and laughter that brought a smile to Y/N’s face. Standing suddenly she catches the attention of the six other people in the booth.

“Sorry guys! I’ll be back I like totes need to go to the restroom!”

Giving her friends a parting wave and smile she rushes to the restroom. Calls of ‘be back soon’ following her along with more chatter. The smile on her face only growing wider at her friends antics.

Sighing Y/N opens the restroom door exiting after relieving herself and washing her hands. Making her way down the club hallway she soon crosses paths with the band from earlier. The four guys seemed to be debating something when she passed right by them. “Hey, Pinkie!”

Pausing Y/N tilts her head before looking back at the guys pointing at herself. When the light brown haired one from earlier nodded his head she slowly made her way over to them. “Umm, yes?”

“You’re friends with the blonde one, Chrissy right?”

Nodding her head she smiles, “Yeah, I’m friends with Chrissy! Did you need something from her?”

“Yeah we just needed to know where the lounge is again before we start our set for the birthday boy.”

“Oh! I can show you! I’m Y/N by the way, I was setting up earlier!”

The four follow behind her before one speaks up, “I’m Billy, it’s nice to meet you.”

Glancing back at him she nods finally putting a name to the light brown guy.

“I’m Jonathan.”

Y/N found herself looking over him in awe his hair was straight but in a very hot mullet style. He also wore light eyeliner that matched well with his features. Beside him stood a guy with nicely styled hair as well.

“Hi, I’m Steve.”

Nodding her head at him she found it hard not to stare with how pretty he looked in her eyes. That is before she moved her eyes to stare at the guy with dark brown hair.

“Eddie.”

His answer was short and simple leading Y/N to nod before she stopped at a door with a metal plate that said ‘VIP’ in bold lettering. “This is it, I hope you guys do well I can’t wait to see you perform. Break an arm!”

The sentence came out rushed as she sped walked away covering her face with her hands. “Break an arm..” she mumbles with a shake of her head. Leaving in her wake NightSafe who all seemed to have amused looks on their faces.

A/N: this is very short but this is the start of a new story I’m crafting. I love the early 2000s and the bimbo princess meets grunge and metal style. I also have a big thing for boy bands and stranger things characters so why not. This story will have a main plot and a side plot which will just be stories that relate to the main story but can be read alone. I might take a little while to update the main story as this is the semester I’m graduating so I’ll be busy! Other than that I hope you enjoy!

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lewdpromise · 1 year

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> The Rings Stay On🤤😮‍💨<

POV: Eddie can't fucking resist you, even at school.

(All copyrights and ownership belongs to me, originally uploaded to my Wattpad @ LewdPromise. !!!>MINORS DNI<!!! I'll poke you with a sharp stick istg. Anywhoooooo Enjoy <3 !!! )

The morning was simply gorgeous, the sun was rising above the trees , and there was a slightly chilly fog in the air . I stepped out of my car , as I locked it and walked towards the school the morning dew got my gray vans wet . It reminded me of just how much I was glad summer was coming to a close. I sighed and tucked my keys into my coat , squinting as I covered my eyes to look around the lot.

I spotted Eddie from a mile away, how could I not? His denim vest seemed to have adorned a few more patches , his hair was extra frizzy today ( how does it even manage ?!) and he was sitting on top of the table with his select friends making some wild hand gestures. I chuckled as his hair bounced against the D.I.O patch while he threw his arms up and jumped on top of the table. I could tell they were either discussing an upcoming gig, or some crazy ass campaign for another round of nerdy death matches .

As I got halfway towards the school I peeled my eyes from him. I'd been totally oblivious to the fact that I'd been staring at him. I can't deny I'd been feeling far too warm around Eddie since I met him last school year. Every time he cracked that freakish smile I felt it soften my mood, and loosen other areas.. GOD , I need to fucking stop. It's never going to happen! He might be extremely flirty and hated by most but I'm sure his standards are wayyyy higher than me. I relaxed my shoulders and continued walking towards the school.

Considering my hopeless crush on Eddie , I decided to ignore him and try to walk into the school unnoticed . Little did I know , Dustin had informed Eddie of my totally horned up eyes dragging up and down his body during his antics on the table. Munson didn't even see me but he already had his eyes set on me.

Eddie got up from his seat at the picnic table and walked up behind me, his air-walks gently padding along the grass. He turned back to the table to give his friends a look as he did some ridiculous strut for a moment. I could feel him before I heard him, his hot breath fell on my neck as he pressed his body earnestly into mine. He quickly pulled me around the corner of the building. I went to bitch whoever it was out , but a yell barely escaped my throat before I shuddered at the feeling of them sliding one hand around my throat, the other wrapping around me to slide beneath my shirt.

I smelled cigarettes , leather, and musky cologne . I knew instantly who it was. Eddie Fucking Munson. His cold rings made my whole body shiver as he slid his hand farther up my front. I’d been dreaming of this for too long. Did he read my body language? Or is he just fucking with me..I whimpered, causing him to tighten his fingers around my neck. Eddie quickly turned me around and slammed my body against the wall, his hand never leaving my throat.

"Tsk-Tsk-Tsk. I'm afraid if you make too much sound someone will hear us, and we don't want that do we?"

I could see that wicked grin spread across his face as he watched my reaction. My knees buckled slightly and I brought one hand up to hold his wrist. My eyes were as wide as saucers at the fact that Eddie Munson was touching me..He cocked his eyebrows and laughed

"Ohhhh I see. You WANT to be found . It would just soak your panties to be caught pinned beneath Eddie "THE Freak" Munson, am I right ? Do you think I don't know about the looks you've been giving me Y/N ? The way you could've had drool falling from your lips as I stuck my tongue out and gave Jason devils horns?”

“You practically rip my denim and leather off any time I'm not looking at you I hear."

I bit my lip and looked up at him, I saw lust flash through his eyes. I had a completely panicked internal dialogue

'Holy shit. THIS is really happening .. he's making. A move on me .. his fucking hand is wrapped around my THROAT!'

I parted my trembling lips before I spoke

" Eddie.. this is so wrong. I.. I can't deny that I have feelings for you. I'm way beneath you though. And yet my body begs for you, seeing that bandana in your pocket.. The thought of being caught beneath you is daunting. "

I tilted my head down to look up at him through my eyebrows , as a sign of submitting to him. Eddie threw his head back and laughed.

Though his smile quickly faltered and he tilted his head , looking at me sideways between narrow eyes. Eddie swiftly slid his knee between my legs and pressed me deeper against the bricks. His rings had grown warm against my throat.

"Youuuu , are perfect. I don't consider myself to be in any leagues .You're entirely demented for thinking you aren't good enough for me. You're perfect. I'd be more than happy to fulfill your.. oh I mean fill your needs. "

Eddie seemed entirely too amused with himself as he made that last comment. He sighed and released me, his chest heaving as he flopped his ass down onto the table in the alleyway between the school buildings. Hearing him tell me I was perfect healed any insecurity I had lurking.

"Eddie.. I don't know what to say. I've been doubting myself for weeks and I never would have imagined a man like you touching me. I figured you picked up plenty of chicks 10x hotter than me at your gigs. Even if this doesn't lead anywhere , I fucking want your body. You can break my heart after if you want , but I need you"

He leaned his head against the cold brick. I wasn't sure if I had upset him or what until he looked up at me and began to gently pat his legs, resting his hands on them as that damned smile returned. I could tell that Eddie was signaling for my thighs to replace his hands as his smile turned somewhat , if not completely demanding . He winked at me . Always so damned flirty. I seriously could faint because of the sex appeal that this man SCREAMS.

I swallowed my nerves and stepped over to him , slowly climbing on top of him. Eddie leaned back on his arms and let a muffled groan escape his lips once my body settled on his lap. I could feel him half hard through those thick denim jeans. God this man was impressive , hilarious , and entirely intimidating .

"I just want to set a few things straight . First things first, I don't "pick up chicks'' at my gigs. We actually get a crowd of about fiiive.. drunks. Second , I would never break your heart. Third, what exactly do you think this bandana means sweetheart?"

I fidgeted in his lap and messed with the collar on his denim vest , feeling completely flushed at the thought of explaining what I thought Eddie was going to do to me .. or has done to others.

"Thank you Eddie, for all of that. And well.. considering I've spent too many of my days staring at you before you even acknowledged my existence .. I did my homework on you. It's a black bandana in your LEFT pocket . That means you're- you're a uhm.. a heavy Sadism & Masochism top.. right?"

My face quickly warmed into a heavy pink color as he bit his tongue between the corner of his teeth. His eyes had that flash in them once again.

"Wow, I've gotta say. I'm totally impressed . You've got that one correct I'm afraid . One more thing, what do you think I'm dreaming of doing to your body?"

Eddie cocked his head and looked me over subtly . I felt like I was going to simply burst from the fucking tension. He wants me to actually explain what I THINK he's going to do?! Good christ .. I took a deep breath and pinched my wrist behind my back to gather the courage to talk to this leather clad man. Eddie saw I was about to speak and his eyes opened wide like a curious puppies . FUCK he's so hot.

"Well.. I know for a fact you own metal handcuffs with long chains attached . I could only assume those aren't for uhm… decoration. Other than that I- I uh.."

Eddie placed a finger to my lips and hushed me . Relief flooded through me as I realized he could see how nervous I was to be here with him, saying such things. He moved his hand and placed his thumb against my bottom lip , gently pulling on it . He was clearly eye fucking my mouth before looking me in the eyes and speaking in a low voice ,

" Ding Ding Ding! You're correct again. Damn you're smart , too bad you didn't agree to be on my campaign baby. Now let's see, what am I going to do to you? Seeming as you're totally choking on your fucking lust I'll spell it out for you. I would hurt you, with consent of course. I'm would gag you and bind you , and bruise your body. I'll leave bite marks and scratches and welts. These rings would be imprinted in your skin for weeks baby."

I could feel my vagina pulsing deep within me, tingles shot through my entire body and my thighs tightened against his own. Eddie bucked his hips into me and bit his bottom lip, slowly sliding his thumb between my lips and into my mouth, he tilted his head up and whispered,

" suck "

I could've cried. I was so revved up by him. His ring rested on my chin and I swirled my tongue around his thumb. Moaning softly , I let myself grind against his now fully hard member. Eddie rested his free hand on my hip and dug his fingers into my v-line.

"I'm going to chain you up, and listen to them rattle as your filthy fucking cries flood the air. You'll be worshipping me when I'm done with you"

I wiggled my hips and pulled away from his hand, freeing my lips from his teasing to say ,

"Eddie Munson, I already fucking worship you. My body is yours to use you filthy metalhead freak"

He rolled his shoulders back and laughed once again, obviously full of himself . Although to be fair .. how could he not be? I might as well have been praying at his feet.

"I know that, it's obvious . Hardly anybody looks my way twice . But you.. you seem to always be looking at me from a crossed the cafeteria like you're mentally ripping me apart."

Eddie sighs, his hot breath on my neck driving me mad. The urge for this man to ravish my body is impertinent compared with my morality. But the lustful aura he emits is intoxicating. The cigarette stench of his faded leather coat ,and the shaggy hair so inviting... This man defines lust, and domination. I attempt to swallow the fear and whisper,

" make me your v i c t i m~"

Eddie cocks an eyebrow and drags a hand through his thick hair. Shaking his head with a smile of disbelief.

"You'll be begging me to stop"

I bat my eyelashes a few times , dumbfounded that he thinks I'd EVER ask him to stop..

"Is that a challenge ? I can take you Munson, I've been getting myself off to it for longer than I care to admit"

Eddie cracks a wide smile and I can see the shock of craving run through his body. He wraps a hand around the back of my head and harshly pulls my hair . His fingers coil through the strands and those rings he wears pull even more. Before I have a moment to decide what he's going to do his lips envelop mine. Eddie devours the taste of my mouth. Wasting no time , his tongue asks for entrance at my lips and I fully obey.

I feel him begin to dig his fingers deeply into the crease of my hip as he pushed me into his cock. The sensation of Eddie's bulge rubbing against my clit makes me moan into his mouth. He swallows the sounds with devotion. I'm helpless to him, all I can do is sit here like a toy and let him do whatever he pleases.. I'm fully aware that my panties will be wet for atleast well after first period because of this. Eddie's hand leaves my hip as it slides up beneath my skirt , I feel his nimble fingers trace circles between my pussy and my inner thigh.

(The rings stay ON. 🤤😮‍💨)

I pull away from the kiss for but a moment and suddenly I find he's slipped his middle and ring finger into his mouth . I gasp at the implication but I find his hand being harshly pressed over my mouth. I already miss the feeling of Eddie pulling my hair but quickly buckle on top of him as he slides his hands under my panties and rings both fingers around my entrance.

Eddie pants in my ear as he inserts his fingers inside of me . He begins to slowly scissor them , drawing filthy sounds from my mouth that are muffled by his hand. I decide to test my limits and I go to unbuckle his belt. My hands are shaking from the pleasure of his fingers inside of me. As I slip the buckle open and reach my hand into his jeans , he hooks his fingers and places a thumb on my clit. I can feel the cold metal of his rings against me. They only make the pleasure all the more intense.

I manage to slide my hand over his throbbing dick, happy to see that he throws his head back and grunts .

“Atta girl, fuckkk . Do what you want to me baby”

Eddie bites his lip and continues circling his fingers inside of me , but I don’t let that distract me from my goal. I wrap my hand around him and slowly work his member , letting my thumb catch on his tip. To my pleasure I drew another groan out of him. He seems to have lost a bit of resolve as his hand falls from my mouth .

“Y/N .. fuck that feels good. I can’t remember the last time I was touched like this. Those fingers are dangerous. Agh-“

I smile and start to move my hips against his hand , leaving me whining like a whore . And then - Just as we’re starting to have fun..

“Hey ! Eddie , first period is in 5 ! I thought I’d save you another detention-“

Eddie panics and quickly pulls his fingers out of me, I’m fumbling to put his belt back on . But we aren’t composed enough , given how horny we are. My skirt is pulled up and my hands are messing with Eddie’s belt as Dustin walks around the corner and stops dead in his tracks.

For a second he looks paralyzed before he yells "HOLY SHIT! I .. UhHhH! I'M SORRY!!! SHIT,SHIT, SHIT-" Dustin’s face turns beet red as he grips his hat and he runs away.

At first I’m mortified that Eddie’s going to be pissed at me. Then he breaks out into a loud laugh ,

“HAHAHAHAHAHA, HOLY SHIT y/n! I don’t think that’s exactly who you pictured being caught by . That’s too fucking good. That little man is gonna be thinking of your ass in that g-string for near eternity !”

He rests his head on my chest and I break out in a nervous chuckle,

“You’re exactly right , that’s NOT who I wanted to be seen by.. I was thinking Jason, or Steve. Poor Dusty. “

Eddie sniffles and chokes down the last of his laughter as he clips his belt back into place and puts his hands on my hips to guide me to my feet. Once I’m up Eddie pulls my skirt down and helps me fix up the hair that he roughed up.

“I’m sorry sweetheart , we got interrupted just before the fun began. I’ll be thinking of you allll day. Let’s say we get to class and finish this later ?”

I smile and shake my head , completely dumbfounded with what just happened . Eddie Munson had his fingers inside of me, his dick is just as big as I’d imagined , and DUSTIN saw my ass with my hands on Eddie’s belt. What a goddamned morning . This is going to make the day very hard for me. I’m sure it’ll only make Eddie ~hard though . I sigh happily ,

“I’m game. I didn’t get nearly what I needed from you though Eddie. You’d better finish what we started .”

I wink at him and throw my bag over my shoulder. He fixes his jacket and tucks his Hellfire shirt back into his jeans.

We walked out from between the buildings as if nothing had happened. And nobody looks twice other than two people. Dustin, and Jason. Dustin's face is dusted pink as I look at him and Eddie waves. But I can feel Jason’s eyes burning into Eddie.

Fucking asshole. I flip him off and yell over to him at his car,

“WHY ARE YOU STARING ?? EDDIE WON’T FUCK YOU JASON SO KEEP YOUR BEADY LITTLE EYES TO YOURSELF!”

The schoolyard breaks out into laughter and whispers . I smile as bright as can be as Jason flips me off and shakes his head. That ignorant ass isn’t even going to respond . Guess he doesn’t think it’s worth his precious time.

Good.

Eddie’s head falls back as he laughs his ass off , throwing a hand over his heart and clapping me on the back.

“You are TOO fucking perfect y/n!”

Then he leans forward to whisper in my ear

“Someone’s getting pampered for that one. Hope you enjoy this tongue as much as you did these fingers baby”

My face flushes red but I pretend my hair needs fixing and throw my head upside down to ruffle it up . I throw it back over my shoulders, managing to hide the blush, and side check him where he stands walking next to me. He stumbles to the side a bit and goes,

“Woahhh, sorry pretty lady. Didn’t mean to catch you of guard”

Eddie smiles and twists his rings back into place , they were still crooked from his work earlier. I shrug and pop a piece of gum into my mouth ,

“Whatever Munson, I’m alright . Just try and tuck ~it~ in, you’re still uh.. anyways . Want some gum?”

He looks down and smiles a tad awkwardly as he spins around to hide him fixing his little problem in his jeans. He sighs and says,

“Damn you’re a pain. Yeah sure gimme one !”

I toss him a piece as we group back with the D&D gang. They start chatting with us pretty quick and everyone seems totally normal, other than Dustin who’s blatantly avoiding eye contact with me. We walk into the school together and eventually get separated in the chaos of everyone getting to their lockers.

It’s going to be a loooong day for me , huh?

{ AHHHHH !!! I hope you guys enjoyed this , let me know if you want me to upload my other works of Eddie <3 }

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abyssal-ali · 9 months

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There is Just no Stopping this Thing Called 'Love' - Chapter 3: The Beginning

Pairing: Jaysteph

Rating: T+ (M?)

WC: 1.6k

A/N: Jaysteph Weekend 2023 Day 3: Kissing for a Mission | Hair | PTSD Thanks as always to my beta, Esme! See Chapter 1's notes for more information<3 I think this is my favourite chapter that I wrote for this work.

NOTE: In this AU, canon says that Dick, Jason, and Tim were all living together on the streets before Bruce found and adopted them. In my AU here, Jason did die and went through the majority of his canon experiences, but he was closer to his family when he came back to Gotham. Batman and Red Hood are still on the outs because they disagree on the use of lethal force, but they've been working on overcoming it. RH has been active for just under a year, and is already working on reconciling with the Bats.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Steph looked up from her toilette, startled, as a man jumped into her room through the window and pulled the drapes, peering out past a small gap at the city night.

“Er, excuse me, sir-”

He turned to look at her and she caught her breath. The infamous Red Hood had just broken into her room.

He raised his hands placatingly. “Sorry for dropping in on you like this. Terribly ungentlemanly of me and not my usual actions, I assure you.”

She pushed her stool away from her vanity and stood, assessing him. In this line of work, it paid to read men’s body language.

“What do you need, Mr. Hood?” she switched into her work persona, Effie. Her voice and lashes lowered alluringly as she approached him carefully, adding a little more sway to her strut. “I’m sure you had a good reason to come this way…perhaps you night heroes want some secrecy?”

“No-I-” he glanced out the window again. “I was being followed and this was the quickest way to throw him off my scent. I didn’t realize this was your private room; I apologize.”

The Red Hood was well spoken-of by her friends deeper in Crime Alley, who were now under Hood’s protection, and the months since his brutal takeover appeared to be producing better and better results. Steph decided to trust her gut and let some of her guard down around Hood.

“Oh, detective work, how fascinating,” she flirted, though she truly did find it interesting. “Can I help throw someone off your trail?”

There was a knock on her door and Crystal poked her head in, missing Hood’s remarkably quick duck behind the bed. “Steph, Bella said the Ripper got another one and the Batman is out hunting him. Be careful.”

“Oh no! Was it anyone we know?!” Steph gasped. Jack the Ripper, as the police were calling him, was on a spree of killing lower-class women, specifically targeting girls like her.

She idly wondered if that’s what Hood was out doing, tracking down the murderer.

“No, I don’t think so. Are you almost ready for your number?” Crystal changed the subject.

“I already have a guest tonight, Mama. There was a last-minute change of plans.”

Crystal eyed her suspiciously but nodded and closed the door.

Steph stepped around the end of the bed and put her hands on her hips. “Care to explain anything now, Mr. Hood?”

“I was being followed by the murderer,” he groaned, extricating himself from the uncomfortably squished position he’d been in. “I was checking on the street-walkers, gonna offer some protection and ask them to spread the news, but I got there too late. I left the scene when Batman showed up a moment later, and then I found someone following me. I’m pretty sure he’s the killer.”

She grasped his hand and yanked, jerking him to a stance. “I didn’t ask for your life story,” she tsked. “Ain’t it a bit dangerous to go blabbing Hood business to random girls? I know ya hire some of us for information we get from our clients.”

Hood dusted himself off and pushed his deep red cape back from his face and wow, he was unfairly good-looking, even with a domino mask covering half his face. Why couldn’t her clients look more like Hood, she sighed inwardly.

“I didn’t say anything useful to anyone, and I don’t blab.”

She crossed her arms and eyes him, leaning against the post at the foot of her bed.

“You hiding out here for a while?”

“If you’ll let me intrude.”

“I’ve already told my mother I have ya, so ya might as well.”

“She was your mother? Ya did look similar,” Hood noted. “You…work here together?”

“Yeah, we do. She’s more in charge of us girls, she talks to the owner for us and takes care of the other girls. I’m, well, just one of the attractions.”

“How long ya been workin’ here?” Hood stretched out on her bed, taking care to leave his boots hanging off the edge of the bed, but laid his head on her pillow, his hands tucked behind it.

“A while. I was gonna be a nurse with my mama but my father died and left us nothin’. Mr. Sionis was our only option for the short term,” she shrugged. “Ya really just wanna talk?”

He shrugged and nodded. “A nurse, huh. I could use a nurse sometimes. Gets awful messy after some bad fights.”

“Well I ain’t a nurse now, so don’t think of crawlin’ in like this again if you’re injured,” Steph wagged her finger at him warningly. “I can only take so many nights off.” She perched on the end of her bed, swinging one leg over the edge.

“So you’re sayin’ I can come crawl in like this again if I’m not injured?” he grinned, a devastatingly handsome grin that made her heart skip a beat, and she frowned reprovingly at him.

“I said nothin’ of the sort. Ya wanna see me again, ya come in the front door and pay like the regulars.”

Hood chuckled, and Steph felt something in her melt at the sound. “Alright, Feisty. Oh, we never exchanged names, did we? I’m the Red Hood, but you can call me Hood like my other girls.”

Other girls, huh, Steph scoffed. Well, it would be strange if Hood protected the others for free, she supposed. Or maybe he had plenty of girlfriends in his civilian life.

“My stage name is Effie, but ya can call me Steph.”

He shook her hand solemnly. “Pleasure to meet you, Miss Steph.”

They spent a good while chatting, and Steph found herself with a teeny tiny crush on Hood by the time he swung his legs off her bed and stood to leave.

Look, he was stupid good-looking, respectful, funny, and had a good reputation with the people whose opinions mattered to her, so why not?

He pulled his hood up halfway, then hesitated, looking at her.

She blinked up at him, uncertain why he had paused.

“May I kiss you?” he asked suddenly, and she blinked again.

That was not what she was expecting him to say.

“For the mission?”

“I don’t need to kiss you for the mission; no one’s here. I just want to kiss you. May I?”

Steph blinked a third time. If someone turned him down they were an idiot, she thought, nodding. “You may.”

His hands dropped from his hood to her face, his hood dropping back to rest against his back with a soft thump. Hood’s thumb brushed her cheek softly as he stared at her in silence, his eyes doing something she didn’t understand.The hiss of her gas flame by her vanity sounded loud in the sudden quiet as they stayed there, wrapped up in their own world.

“Are ya gonna kiss me or not,” she whispered, the words coming out hopeful instead of with the sass she was going for. Steph closed her eyes, cringing at her uncharacteristic vulnerability.

They flew open as she felt a presence directly in front of her, and she stared into the bright green eyes looking back at her. “I am. But it’s gonna be the best kiss of ya life, so I want ya to savour it,” he grinned lopsidedly, his voice surprisingly soft, too.

“I’ll be the judge of that,” she scoffed, but was cut off by Hood’s soft, soft lips on hers as kissed her tenderly. She moved her lips against his, opening up for more, and he took it gladly, sliding his hands from her jaw to her neck, and hers wrapped around his shoulders, holding him closer to him.

He pulled away a scant inch, breathing roughly, and she opened dazed eyes to him. He grinned cockily and ran his hand through her hair, straightening. “The defendant is leaving, Your Honour. Hold court another day.”

With a last quick, stolen kiss, he slipped past her drapes and into the night.

She found a small purse with the equivalent of a week’s wages tucked under her pillow when she went to sleep.

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“Effie,” called one of her co-workers, grabbing her from the backstage mirror before she could finish applying a fresh coat of lipstick.

Steph was dragged out to the front of the house, to a young man in a suit, holding his hat in his hands and surveying the bustle of the evening– her profession’s busiest hours.

He looked to be a couple years older than her, but already a shock of white showed through his forelock.

Steph led him to her room, wondering why he seemed so familiar to her. She had never seen this man here before, either for her or someone else.

“May I kiss you?” he asked, and she startled a little, the phrase she had replayed in her mind hundreds of times over the last couple months sounding just like Hood had said it that night.

“Hood?”

He grinned, and she immediately knew it was him. “You catch on quick, Feisty.”

“Why are you here?”

“I’m on a mission,” he replied, tossing his hat aside and pulling off his gloves.

Of course he’s not here to see you, she scolded herself. “Oh?”

“Yeah. Pretty important, too. I haven’t failed a mission yet, and I don’t intend to start now. Of course, someone may stop me,” he drawled.

“Who?” she asked, unable to stop herself.

“You.” He chuckled at her confused look. “Ya still haven’t answered me, and considerin’ that tonight’s mission is to kiss you, it isn’t goin’ well.”

“Yes, absolutely. In fact, if you don’t kiss me, I will ban you from ever coming back here again unless you pay–with interest.” She lifted her chin challengingly.

“Oh, trust me, sweetheart, I’m interested,” he replied, pulling her into his arms.

Taglist: @jaystephevents

#jaysteph #jaystephweekend2023 #fic #ali writes

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little-buggy-beetle · 1 year

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Cg jayson having to leave his littles with bruse and Alfred for the first time and leaving them with a list of instructions, sensory issues, safe snacks and comfort shows

Omg omg! You’re a genius Mothy!

Everyone was entirely surprised when they met you!

Not only because you’re the most adorable thing they’ve ever seen, and they simply cannot comprehend it

But because they never expected to see Jason with someone so… wholesome

There was no question about it, you’re instantly part of the family. They wouldn’t have it any other way

Jason takes his role as a caregiver very VERY seriously. If there’s two things Jaybird doesn’t mess around with, it’s protecting his loved ones, and more specifically little ones,

Jason has seen and been through a lot. He would do ANYTHING in his power to make sure his baby bird NEVER has to know any of the horrors and atrocities he’s bared witness too. It would break his heart and he’d never forgive himself.

So naturally, he’s a little nervous the first time he has to leave you when you’re little. Jason doesn’t want to leave, but they way he sees it, keeping Gotham safe, is keeping you safe. It’s a very necessary part of his job. His mind would be on you the whole time he’s away, but he’s careful not to let it distract him, as he doesn’t know what he’d do if he got hurt or worse on a mission and you had to see him like that.

So he refuses to leave you alone. That was never even an option in his head. If Jay has to leave you, he’s going to leave you in the care of the ones he trusts.

Jason knows Alfred is fully capable. But he’s a little nervous when it comes to his father. He still holds a little resentment about the whole Joker, crowbar thing-

But he’s trying to fix that relationship, and entrusting his most precious baby bird to his father isn’t something he takes lightly. Hence why a list of detail instructions was drawn up, printed and laminated.

He’d make sure they knew all your favourite snacks, and had all of your comfort items on hand and ready. Even potential cues for when and what you would need. Jason knows Bruce is really good at reading people, so it won’t leave room for guess work in case you’re non verbal at the time.

If you like routine, he details it to Alfred so the older man can properly prepare to watch you. Pee Paw Alfie would make all your favourite foods and drinks. Make sure things are clean and quiet in case of overstimulation. Making sure you take care of yourself physically and go to bed on time.

Bruce is better at strutted activities like reading to/with you. Sitting and watching a show, of watching you draw and colour while he works down in the batcave (Jason lectured him about at least child proofing a section for you to be in) if you want to stim, Bruce has little bat chewys or fidgets he made just for you.

If you’re in a talkative mood, he’ll just sit and listen while he works. He loves hearing you ramble.

Alfred is better at the emotional comfort. Always checking in on how you’re doing. Holding you close if you need a moment and a hug.

Helping you to get dressed or bath if you’re too little to do it on your own. Also helping you eat, and he has so many sippies for you to choose from.

The butler keeps a pacifier in his apron at all times too.

Jason looses his mind if he comes home to find you asleep on Alfred’s chest. Or Bruce and your sleeping on a chair down in the bat cave.

It reminds him of why he stayed. But Jason can and will wake you. He missed his baby bird and he wants those cuddles. I wouldn’t say he’s a possessive caregiver, it’s more just there’s nothing more he wants that to see his little after a hard mission.

They help him to relax and feel normal for once. He’ll bring you to bed and wish you sweet dreams. And be patiently waiting for you to wake in the morning and tell him all about your busy day with you’re grandpas.

Him love his baby bird so much! 🥺

So he refuses to leave you alone. That was never even an option.

#buggy blogs #age regression #age regressor #little buggy blogs #buggy space #Jason Todd #caregiver #caregiver headcanons #batfam #alfred pennyworth #Peepaw Alfie #grandma Bruce #papa Jason

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hazardworld · 8 months

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Dustin's a Damn Good Ally (Original) Pt. 5

CONTAINS DESCRIPTION OF *POTENTIAL* SEXY STUFF (NOTHING ACTUALLY HAPPENS). READ AT OWN RISK (OF WHICH THERE ISN'T MUCH TBH)

Chapter 5— Regret (followed by not-regret)

Ao3 Link

Originally Posted 1.1.23/Edited 9.2.23

Summary: This was a bad plan. It ended in a good thing! Still a bad plan.

(Queer author saying queer is used both positive and negative here)

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Steve was off his game.

Obviously, Robin was off the list after October ’85, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t still pick up hot babes from behind the counter of Family Video.

Right?

Right.

Obviously, Dustin teased him about it, as a little brother would, because when you see your older brother falling into a slump of what he once was, you grow equally concerned and mocking.

The problem was, Steve didn’t even seem all that interested himself!

Throughout that summer and even into October, Dustin would hear endless complaints about how he couldn’t get a single girl, but November rolled around, and then nothing!

Dustin came to one conclusion: Steve Harrington had given up.

Well, he came to a lot of conclusions, but that one seemed the most plausible.

One of his conclusions involved a convoluted plot about Steve’s secret flirty love affair with Eddie Munson, but not only was that too good to be true, but it was obviously not plausible: Steve was the straightest guy in Hawkins!

Right?

Right.

Well, maybe Jason Carver was straighter, but he was an asshole who liked to harass Eddie, so Jason could burn in hell for all Dustin cared.

And there was also that telltale way Steve flustered up at Eddie’s flirting, or the quick little touches Eddie gave him, or the quick tensing when Eddie would sit or even exist near Steve.

It was mid-November when Dustin had been in Family Video, Steve and Robin behind the counter, him long forgotten in the aisles of tapes as Eddie strutted in, and Dustin overheard the weirdest conversation he’d ever had.

"Munson? Fancy seeing you here, what brings you in?" Steve’s voice, sultry. Like how he’d welcome a girl into Scoops the previous summer.

"Mmm…you, maybe? Or is that not in stock?" Eddie’s voice, also flirtatious, though that wasn’t abnormal. This was followed by a gag, probably from Robin, and a laugh from Steve.

"Sorry Munson, but we have a bit of a shortage right now, you’ll have to swing by later. Let’s say, 11?"

"Perfect. Catch you later, Harrington, Buckley." Eddie walked out of the store, and Dustin had to think:

Okay.

What in the actual fuck was that exchange??

Eddie flirting with Steve was one thing, but Steve flirting back???

Maybe Steve wasn’t the second straightest guy in Hawkins after all.

Dustin still doesn’t know how he made it out the store without getting spotted, but he did, and he didn’t really think about it too much. He had a mission, and that involved pedaling as fast as possible back home, because Ma only let him sleep over places if he was already there, or if he asked before 7, and according to his watch, it was already 6:30.

His thighs burned, but he made it back in time, and quickly connected the last strings of his plan as he packed his overnight bag.

First step was requesting everyone off walkie channel 9, which he did from his house.

Second was biking over, and filling Max in, because she’d love every part of this convoluted scheme as much as him.

Step number 3? Making sure to place a constantly on walkie on channel 9 in the living room, so by the time Steve got home, Dustin and Max would be able to hear when and if Eddie came over, and possibly, kisses and love confessions.

Easy peasy lemon squeezy!

Steps 1 and 2 went fine, but step three was the kicker, because Steve noticed the damn walkie, and turned it all the way off, which forced Max and Dustin to actually go downstairs and see for themselves the kissing and cuddling and love confessions.

Yeah, turns out they were doing a little more than kissing.

Max and Dustin screamed when they fully got a glimpse of Eddie half pinned down onto the kitchen island by Steve, pants strewn to the side, and both in boxers.

They both looked at the pair with equally wide eyes and equally crimson blushes, but whether that was from their…actions…or from embarrassment, neither freshman wanted to know.

"Dustin, Max, go back up to your room, please." Steve said cooly, not changing his position, "Me and Eds are putting on pants, and then we’re having a talk." Both teens nodded vigorously, and ran back up to their room, and promptly had a freak out, until Steve and Eddie knocked and came in a few minutes later.

"Ok. So. You walked in on us." Steve said simply, no malice, but no joy, either. Both he and Eddie stood in front and in between the two twin beds—jade green on one side for Dustin, sky blue on the other for Max. "Why."

"Dustin’s idea!" Max quickly pointed to Dustin, who scoffed and raised his hands.

"It’s not my fault Steve shut off the walkie!" Steve raised an eyebrow.

"What were you going to do with the walkie, Dustin?" Dustin dramatically crossed his arms.

"The plan was for me and Max to listen in on you kiss and confess your undying love or whatever. You turned off the walkie, though, and after awhile we wanted to see if anything happened." Steve blinked, and pinched the bridge of his nose, while Eddie slowly started to nod, seemingly impressed.

"You obviously weren’t just kissing, though…" Max muttered, though loud enough to hear.

"No shit, guys." Eddie chuckled, "How did you even know about tonight?"

"I heard you both flirting in Family Video." At that, Steve and Eddie went beet red. "I wanted to see if it was real or fake, and I knew Max would, too."

"I thought you’d already left!" Steve exclaimed, and Dustin shook his head.

"I was back in the shelves, Steve-o." Steve quickly muttered 'fuck' under his breath, and Eddie laughed.

"Look, I’m glad it’s you two who found out first, after Robin, of course. Besides, it’s not like it’d stay a secret for long, since all three of us would be here so often." Steve sighed, calming at Eddie’s words, and also by how Eddie’s hand had looped into Steve’s, giving it a squeeze.

"Yeah, but next time, please just ask before you walk in on us. It’s not like you’re going to judge, but it’d be nice to have some privacy?" Max and Dustin looked at each other and giggled, nodding. The young adults smiled, looking at the kids, and then each other, and then bid the two goodnight.

Before they left though, Max made sure to ask a question:

"Steve, what…are you?" Steve blinked, and smiled.

"Bisexual." Max grinned.

"Me too."

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And now you see why the fic has a Mature rating.

Also, Steddie are switches. Eddie prefers dom and Steve prefers sub, but they're def switches.

Chapter 4/6———Chapter 6/6

#dustin henderson #steve harrington #max mayfield #eddie munson #steddie #dustin and max #dustin and steve #max and eddie

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dorizardthewizard · 13 days

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HSM (2006) rewatch

Part 2: Happy Wildcats New Year!

SDFHKSD EVERYONE WAS LITERALLY JUST STANDING THERE WAITING FOR TROY

Also the way Chad just grabs him like I’M HIS BIGGEST HYPEMAN OUTTA THE WAY PEOPLE

Chad: Because in two weeks, we’re going to the championships, with you leading us to infinity and beyond!

OK Buzz Lightyear

This is so jarring to me because it’s January, right? But everyone is dressed for mild weather, no coats in sight and it’s so green around them? Is it that warm in New Mexico? ...So I googled it and for Albuquerque, they apparently still get pretty chilly winters and can even have snow. It’s funny they filmed at this time but still went for the New Year timeline, they could have easily just had it be at the start of the school year and troyella could meet at some other party. Why am I so focused on this do you ask? idk I live in the UK – if I see a lot of sunshine in a movie, it fascinates me.

Everyone is too happy to be back in school

Idk who started the Wildcats chant but it means Chad didn’t start the very first one in the series!

I saw a post about how Troy actually wears blue and green more than red, and yeah it looks really obvious here in this sea of red. There’s some symbolism there with Chad in red handing Troy the basketball as he talks about him leading them to a championship win, Troy looks a little uncomfortable with all the attention and hands the ball over to someone else.

Sharpay’s iconic strut <3

Chad’s background music is a sitcom laughtrack, apparently

Jason: Do you remember the night before? Troy: No. Not at all. All I remember is, like, pink jelly.

Troy what the hell happened at that party? Unless he just doesn't want to talk about the karaoke

Genuinely curious does a typical school in the US really have an American flag in every classroom?

WHY DOES CHAD HAVE SO MANY WATCHES. I thought it was just for the Charlie’s Angels scene but nope, that’s just his style apparently. Are they all synced to different timezones?

Aw Chad checking up on Troy like, the SECOND he starts to act funny

They really did Monique dirty with her fits and that headband. I wish they styled her hair in a way more suited to her hair type but yeah…

Ms Darbus acts and dresses like the spirit of all drama teachers I love it, her look reminds me a bit of my art teacher in school

Troy why would you try to call her? To see if it’s her? Why not just wait until you leave the class? Why did Sharpay and Ryan pick up their phones? Do all three of them have the same ringtone? So many questions.

Bit mean of Darbus to give Gabriella detention within the first 2 minutes, maybe she didn’t know about your cell phone rule! And why didn’t she introduce Gabriella to the class?

Ms Barbus: Mr Bolton, I see your phone is involved, so we will see you in detention as well! Chad: No, no. That's not even a possibility, Ms Darbus, your honour, see? 'Cause we have basketball practice, and Troy...

Chad calls Darbus “Your Honour” pffffft nice try buddy. Anyway get you a bestie who tries to get you out of detention <3 But also Chad’s reasoning about them having basketball practice shows their jock status in the school and how he thinks they should get let off for that. And like it’s true, some kids are more favoured than others in school for those kinds of things. Doesn't fly for Darbus, though.

Jason 😂😭 I know he is probably genuinely asking and cannot read a room, but there was always that one kid that managed to make the teacher ramble about their life for like half the lesson so we didn’t have to do any work.

#high school musical #hsm #high school musical (2006)#troy bolton #chad danforth #jason cross #hsm liveblog #dori watches hsm #my posts

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talesofesther · 2 years

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guys guys GUYS

I just started writing a new story (it's a request :3) and I think it's gonna be a good one, if you like Moonstruck I'm pretty sure you're gonna like this one as well, it has just about the same vibe. Here's the first few paragraphs (totally unedited, bear with me), the introduction to the story basically:

Eddie Munson despised cliches.

He couldn't stand it because they always made it look like the real world was a sea of roses, which was so so far from the truth.

Eddie hated cliches, because ultimately, he was living the biggest of them all. Except in his scenario, a happy ending was nowhere to be seen.

The tragedy started after the first time Eddie failed to graduate, Jason was giving him shit about it right on the first day back, making a show with his peers about how much of a failure Eddie was. And that's when you came crashing into his life - his personal angel, he liked to think - strutting up beside Eddie with your doc martens and a faded Bon Jovi shirt, talking all sweet about how Jason alone managed to lose the last game of basketball for the school's team. It shut the jock up and sent a cupid's bow right through Eddie's chest; who acted like a massive weirdo and was too flustered to say anything to you. Safe to say he was kinda glad for being held back after discovering you now shared his classes.

And now, six months later and a lot of wishful glances combined with leaping hearts, Eddie found himself head over heels in love with the girl who defended him once. It felt a little pathetic, really, to hold this much affection for someone you rarely spoke with; but he couldn't be blamed, no one stands up for Eddie Munson, and when you also smile at him from the other side of the classroom and takes an extra set of notes whenever he misses a class, he was bound to become every single cliche he said to hate.

Please let me know what you think, yeah? <3

#Eddie my beloved #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader

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jasonkolcheklover · 2 years

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Enchanted (Jason Kolchek X Reader)

Hey guys! In this story it has a hint of Insecure reader! I think all of you are beautiful :3 Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

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Y/N smiled as she saw Nick and Jason talking. She had joined Camp Slayer just a few weeks ago but she couldn’t help falling in love with the southern soldier in front of her.

There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired lonely place

Y/N looked down as stared at her computer pondering if Jason even liked her too. Y/N began to type a status report as she felt her heart begin to drop, of course Jason wouldn’t be into her. Joey asked,” Y/N are you okay?” Y/N forced a smile and replied,” Yeah I just got homesick is all.” She wasn’t fully lying, she did miss her family and friends but she couldn’t help but feel a bit heartbroken and insecure whenever she thought of Jason. Y/N wished she was more confident to admit her feelings for him.

Walls of insincerity,

Shifting eyes and vacancy

Vanished when I saw your face

Y/N had built a wall to protect her heart from heartbreak but little did she know that it just made her a bit emotionless, Y/N had a few moments of worry for the people who worked alongside her but they always got quickly pushed down before anyone noticed. Joey and Merwin always noticed who Y/N really was, a kind and sweet person who just doesn’t want to be hurt again. Merwin always noticed that Y/N’s face flustered around Jason if he was around Y/N turned from an unemotional soldier to a stuttering mess, everyone noticed her feelings for the man except him. Y/N looked up to see Jason laughing and she began to smile again as she stared at him as if he was the only person in the room.

All I can say it was enchanting to meet you

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Y/N remembered when they met as if it was yesterday, she had just landed her gray and white seaplane. Y/N hopped out grabbing her duffle bag shuffling towards the door, Y/N could already hear Rachel giving her hell about being late. As Y/N was distracted in her thoughts Jason was distracted in his own thoughts. Y/N felt herself bump into someone, she fell on her back as she heard the man question,” I’m so sorry I wasn’t paying attention are you alright?” Y/N looked up to see a fellow soldier in a gray 9/11 hat, a green camo vest with a tan backpack, and he wore a denim blue colored shirt with light tan pants. Y/N could only think,” Holy shit he’s hot.”

Your eyes whispered,” Have we met?”

Across the room your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me

The playful conversation starts

Counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

Y/N mumbled,” I’m the one who should be apologizing. I wasn't paying attention.” the man laughed,” I guess we both were in our own words. I’m Lieutenant Jason Kolchek.” Y/N stared at him before shooting up, stuttering,” I’m Y/-Y/N L/N.” Jason chuckled,” Nice to meet you Y/N I best be going. Hopefully I’ll see you around.” Jason strutted off as Y/N watched him walk away. Y/N felt her heart to race and the air in her lungs escape, she fell for the man.. Hard.

The next few weeks Jason would tease Y/N and even call her ‘His Little Mouse’ due to how much she’d squeak around him. Y/N couldn’t help it. She never felt this way before until she met him, Y/N would watch him walk towards her and his dark eyes pulling her in as if they were sirens. Y/N would always talk strategy with Jason and their lives before joining the military, she watched his eyes shift as he told a lie about himself ‘I joined because my family joined.’ She knew deep down that wasn’t the reason but she didn’t want to pry it out of him. If Jason didn’t want to talk about his motives that’s perfectly fine with her.

And it was enchanting to meet you

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you

Merwin would try to help cheer Y/N up by making flirty playful jokes, which did help from time to time. However, it would not work most of the time. She was trying to work up the confidence to go up to the man and just confess her feelings. There were times where she truly did try but, when he turned and gave his enchanting smile she felt like playdoh and her brain became mush. Hell Merwin would be the one she would pretend to be Jason and confess her feelings to, which made him tease her 24/7.

This night is sparkling, don’t you let it go

I’m wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I’ll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

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When it was night time, she would sneak away and take long strolls near the base. It helped her process everything and think about her life choices “What if I’m making a big mistake not telling him?”, she pondered while looking at the night sky. The stars sparkled as she smiled weakly, she felt her face heat up as she remembered Jason’s nickname for her ‘little mouse’. Y/N scolded herself as she ran her hands in her hair “Why is Jason making me feel this way? He is just a guy!”, she mentally screamed as she sighed softly,” Who the hell am I kidding he isn’t just ‘some guy.’ he’s Jason.. The sweetest, kindest, most attractive guy I’ve ever met.” As she began to walk home she ever wondered if he knew Y/N loved him. I mean it was too painfully obvious to everyone.

The lingering question kept me up

2 AM, who do you love?

I wonder ‘til I’m wide awake

And now I’m pacing back and forth

Wishing you were at my door

I’d open up and you would say, “Hey,

It was enchanting to meet you,

All I know is I was enchanting to meet you.”

Y/N groaned as she rubbed her tired eyes, she stayed up all night with her thoughts painfully running a marathon. Merwin teased,” Damn Y/N imagine too many scenarios again?” Y/N groaned,” Shut up Merwin.” Merwin laughed,” Oh come on Doll that was funny.” Y/N placed her hands over her face as she continued groaning in agony. Merwin sighed,” Y/N just tell him already that you like him.” Y/N frowned,” I can’t Merwin, he doesn't like me back.” Merwin coughed,” You don’t know that for sure.. I bet he does and you're just being a bitch about it!” Y/N snapped,” Look Merwin I can’t help that I turn into a complete other fucking person around him! I wished he walked into this damn office and told me that he loved me just as I loved him! But no!”

Merwin looked at his friend in pity as she sighed and face planted onto her desk, he was never the one to talk about emotions. Merwin knelt down beside her and stated,” Y/N Jason would be the luckiest guy to date someone like you. Trust me, now come on, I think Eric’s coming in soon.” Y/N joked,” Oh shit Rachel’s ex is coming’ in? That’s bad luck.” Merwin laughed as they both stood up,” You got jokes today Y/N now come on let’s go!”

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

Y/N sighed as she looked at herself in the mirror, she was prepared to tell Jason how she felt all of her memories of planning, imagining, conversations with him, and wondering began to fade away. Y/N was ready to tell him that she had loved him ever since they first met, nothing could ever change her telling him. Y/N strutted up as she felt her confidence build up, Joey smiled widely as his friend headed outside to meet Jason.

Y/N had a smile as the back of her mind told her,” Go Tell him before it’s too late!” she hadn’t felt this much confidence in years and to be honest, it was empowering. Y/N heard a girl giggle as she heard Jason chuckle.

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This is me praying that

This was the very first page

Not where the story line ends

My thoughts will echo your name

Until I see you again

These are the words I held back

As I was leaving too soon

I was enchanted to meet you

Y/N looked up to see Eric, Jason, Merwin, and a woman chatting and having a good time. Y/N felt her heart sank as she stood by Jason and Eric, Merwin looked at the corner of his eye to see Y/N looking devastated. Merwin placed his weights on the stand, Y/N continued to stare at the woman. She had a brown hat on, dark hair, dark eyes, a black choker, and a black vest. “She looks beautiful.. She’s Jason’s type.”, Y/N thought as she felt tears start to spring from her eyes. Merwin quickly shot up to run over to his friend before she fled, Jason asked,” Corporal you alright?” Merwin stared at Jason as he ran over to where Y/N left. Eric questioned,” What happened?” Jason answered,” I don’t know sir.. Anyways Eric and Clarice follow me to the briefing room.”

Y/N sat against a wall as she sobbed,” Please don’t be in love with someone else…” her voice broke as she continued,” Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.” Merwin dashed in to see Y/N on the floor sobbing as she had her hands in her hair, Merwin sighed,” Y/N..” Y/N screamed,” Please don’t be in love with someone else!” Merwin pulled Y/N in for a hug as Y/N cried in his chest,” Please don’t have somebody waiting on you.”

Jason saw Nick look at the end of the corridor as Nick’s face was remorseful. Jason asked,” Eric, Clarice meet Sergeant Kay.” Nick looked at Jason then exclaimed,” Nice to meet you. I need to check on Y/N if you’ll excuse me.” Jason opened his mouth before Nick bolted out of the room leaving the 3. Eric pondered,” Wait Y/N? She’s here?” Jason nodded as Clarice asked,” Who’s Y/N?” Jason chuckled,” The best person I’ve ever met.. I wonder what Nick meant..” Jason shook his head before leading Eric and Clarice into the briefing room.

Nick walked in to see Merwin hugging Y/N trying to comfort her as she continued to cry, Nick knelt down as he sighed,” Y/N I think you're reading too much into this..” Y/N coughed as she sniffled,” Maybe you're right..” Nick stood up holding his hand out to her, she gladly took it as he helped her up. Merwin asked,” do you need a minute to calm down?” Y/N nodded as the men left to let her freshen up. Nick, Merwin, and Y/N walked in to hear Clarice joke,” Do you think if his dance partner stepped on his foot, it’d be an instant “off with her head”?” Jason chuckled,” It wouldn’t surprise me.” Clarice flirted,” Maybe when we’re done, I’ll let you spin me around a little.” Jason playfully flirted back,” As long as you don’t step on my foot.” Clarice smirked,” You got yourself a deal.”

Merwin looked at Y/N as her face when from a resting bitch face to devastation, Nick grabbed her arm pleading with his eyes to stay. Jason looked at them from the corner of his eyes to see Y/N jerk away from him with tears running down her cheeks. Jason walked away from Clarice to the guys as Merwin looked at Nick then back to Y/N. Y/N stared at Jason as he stared at her, his eyes softened when he saw her eyes that used to shine brightly to now full of despair and heartbreak.

Y/N bolted away before Jason could ask what happened, Merwin growled,” What the fuck Jason?” Jason huffed,” What the hell? How is this my fault?” Jason felt his anger rise as Merwin got in his face yelling at him. Nick pulled them away from each other shouting,” Merwin! Jason! Stop it before you both say something you’ll regret!” Merwin spat completely ignoring Nick,” Yes this is your fucking fault! How could you literally be a goddamn idiot! Y/N is completely in love with you and you decide to flirt with Clarice!” Jason widened his eyes as he felt his heart race “She’s in love with me?”

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go

I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

This night is flawless, don't you let it go

Nick snapped,” Good going dipshit! Y/N was going to tell him before all this shit happened!” Jason growled,” Nick you knew? And you didn’t tell me!” Nick scoffed,” Everyone knew it man it was painfully obvious! She’s an entirely different person around you!” Jason sighed as he ran through his hands. Nick was right. Jason groaned,” I’m such an idiot!” Jason shuffled towards the hall trying to find Y/N. He never admitted it but he loved Y/N more than anything.. He felt like he was bothering her but nope it was love. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”, Jason thought while trying to find her.

He remembered all of the time he spent with her, Y/n’s adorable laugh, her funny sense of humor, The way she made anyone feel important just by doing a random thing, and she was beyond beautiful. Jason bit his lip hoping it wasn’t too late, he couldn’t lose Y/n especially due to him being so blind. Jason saw Y/N place her things into her plane as she sobbed,” Please don’t be in love with someone else Jason..”

I'm wonderstruck, dancing around all alone

I'll spend forever wondering if you knew

I was enchanted to meet you

Jason ran over as he felt his heart sank he kept mummering under his breath as he bolted over to her. Jason shouted,” Y/N wait!” Y/N turned to see Jason panting due to lack of breathe as she asked,” What Jason?” Jason answered,” Don’t leave.” Y/N looked at him as if she was silently asking for a reason, he continued,” Y/N I can’t do this without you. I don’t even know how I went by without you. The moment I met you I instantly.. I.” Y/N walked over to Jason and stared into his dark brown eyes, she pulled him into a passionate kiss. Jason snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her closer to him deepening the kiss. Jason pulled away softly and smirked,” I was enchanted to meet you Y/N.” Y/N giggled,” And I was enchanted to meet you Jason.”

#jason kolchek x reader #house of ashes x reader #jason kolchek

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w00wzerz · 3 years

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~The Grayson orbit 🥺💙~

(All that matters in Titans season 3 ep 8)

I have so much to touch on in such little time! So let’s jump right into it shall we?

Kory has got it bad… and I mean bad - bad. From the very moment that her beautifully long legs strutted into the room, her eyes were locked solely on Dick and his polished ensemble. I adore how she harbors a keen eye for the little things - like when she hands her husband a napkin to wipe the crumbs from his mouth.

Dick on the other hand, is simply that - a Dick. Comparatively in this scene where he takes a bite out of his sandwich - the man wants to have his cake snd eat it too!

He is handsomely dressed down in a black suit, his hair slicked back ever so evenly as it glistens the reflection of the dimmed lights in the room. He has plans for a “date” to a gala with Barbara 🙄 but remains at home shooting his pearly white smile and puppy eyes over to an ever so smitten Koriand’r. Gosh this man makes my blood boil.

Now moving on to the next “it” couple of the season! Let me also be clear that I might just be a grand wizard for the amount of accuracy in my thesis of Kom and Conner’s sex life here.

This scene was so HOT! 🥵 I almost found myself stripping right along with them! Lmfaoo that might be a stretch however, despite how entrapped I am by these two love birds - I find it incredibly hard to root for them in the long run.

Who knows what Kom actually has in store for the Titans? And by the way she was so adamant-on her stance of “no second chances” I believe that the writers are probably foreshadowing her role in the soon to come, ultimate betrayal of the team.

Now lets shift our focus onto Dick and the interesting dynamics with Tim.

For starters, can we all appreciate how incredibly smart and persistent my baby Tim is / was in this episode! He had to let Dick know that he WILL not be gaslighted like an idiot. He even got the job done quicker than Dick did in a day 🥴

Personally I believe that once Tim requested to be the new Robin, Dick instantly felt an emotional pull to him, similar to his connection with Jason. However, that chapter has long been shut. Who would’ve thought that Jason would be the first page huh?

Can Tim replace Jason and be the better Robin? In my personal opinion based on the comics - I think so.

Once Tim is shot by Crane, the writers choose to immediately highlight the parallel between Dick and himself. Tim’s impulsiveness, persistency, and determination is the blatant exemplification of the old Dick and his strive. This theory becomes evident when Dick suddenly pictures himself in Tim’s place.

This could also be another foreshadow of Tim’s new spot within the Titans as this particular moment could evoke the parent within Dick and cause him to take Tim in - with the sole intention of keeping him safe and growing the family. Along with his other stray kids Conner, Rachel and Gar.

After Dick discusses the deal with the team that he made with Jason to have him turn in Crane and return home, he ultimately enters extremely hot waters. For many reasons, one being that he made the selfish decision without including his family AGAIN - and two because his hard headed nature just simply will not allow him to listen to anyone!

Once Dick makes a decision, there is no getting through to him. Even as Kory tries to reason with him and call out his BS, he inevitably blows her off - clearly displaying that her words went in though one ear and straight out the other.

I am also really not a fan of the route that the writers have chosen to take these two. They barely have more than 2 scenes together in an episode and they never remain in the same damn room together for more than 2 seconds! They just said screw Dickkory and ALL of their fans huh?

However in the clip Kory brings forth the ultimate one liner from Bruce “be a better batman.” She also highlights that there is a clear distinction in that term, in other words, there is a Batman who kills in cold blood and one who does not.

Kory’s breakdown of the line also properly touches base on the symbolism that ran rampant throughout the last few minutes of the episode. The eminence of fire and water, good and evil. They both cause major destruction however, one is intentional and the other is just simply erratic.

This points out that even some humans with the intention to do good, may ultimately gain an evil label. Kory using her powers to accidentally leak Crane’s gas into the water drain of every civilian in Gotham, will be the prime example of this.

The next step in the Titans future will be as rocky as ever, but with each new step also brings about new beginnings. Hopefully a Wanted title will be enough to wake them up!

But thats all I have for this week’s analysis! I have full hope that Tim will survive because he is my little baby of courseee, anyways see ya next week 💕

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mylifedependsonfictionalshit · 3 years

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Headcannon that Percy knows how to make beautiful hairstyles and can also apply makeup very well because of his baby sister Estelle😌

Imagine Leo walking into Cabin 3 just to find Percy doing his makeup and trying to braid his hair.

And he's like shocked. But instead of laughing he makes Percy do his makeup too.

After they are done they strut around the whole camp, like QUEENS. Imagine them walking like a runway model in front of the others.

And like no one even makes a single sound or laughs because they both look so dam perfect. Even the aphrodite kids are shocked.

Imagine Percy braiding Annabeth's hair whenever she is stressed and that just automatically calms her down a little?!

Nico asking Percy for advice with his eyeliner. Piper and Percy both helping him get ready for his dates with Will.

Piper and Percy making Jason and Annabeth sit while they try different looks on them. And Leo, just walking around flipping his hair.

No one please tear this headcannon down, i need it😭

They were just teenagers, they deserve to have fun and act like kids.

#percy jackson #heroes of olympus #jason grace #piper mclean #nico di angelo #will solace #leo valdez #annabeth chase

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invisibleanonymousmonsters · 3 years

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I love your writing but especially the Jason stuff. So I was wondering what is the reader from ngchmb aesthetic/vibe of her style (casual vs dates maybe?)

Girl, you know I live for this shit!!! And I’m taking this question far too seriously now.

So Gotham City is said to be in South Jersey. Theoretically, it would be around 2 hours south of New York City – one of the fashion capitals of the world. Being a dangerous and corrupt area, the rent prices are probably very low. And you know what that means? A hub for creatives. So, in my mind, Gotham is a low-key very stylish and fashionable city overshadowed by its northern neighbor.

But because Gotham is a dreary and has a certain edge, it’s a bit more practical. I imagine a more London or Scandinavian style in Gotham. A bit more minimalist, a lot of sneakers, and good outerwear.

We also learned a lot of about the street style scene of Gotham from Birds of Prey. I also found this little bit of inspo, too.

But you specifically asked about style of Y/N in no grave can hold my body down. And I will fucking deliver 😉

Also, keep in mind that Y/N works in the art world. She also used to live in NYC before she started dating Jason.

Typical casual outfit

Casual date night

Work outfit 1

Work outfit 2

Work outfit 3

Low-key day with Jason

Low-key day with Jason 2

Low-key day with Jason 3

Jason is no fool and notices the effort that Y/N puts into her clothes. He also was raised by Bruce Wayne, one of the richest men in the world, and was forced around Gotham’s upper class. So he knows the difference between style and money – and he also knows that the two don’t always go together. (Money doesn’t buy style, ya’ll.)

But Jason also isn’t dating Y/N for her fashion smarts and style. So, he always tells her when he thinks she looks beautiful. But he especially tells her when she’s moving around their apartment in his giant t-shirt, tube socks, and no pants on. Because, if he’s being honest, that’s when he finds her the most beautiful. (But don’t get it twisted, Jason Todd gets a real kick out of men breaking their necks when Y/N struts by them on the street. Because – yeah – his girlfriend is fucking sexy and knows how to make an entrance.)

#gotham #gotham city #gotham street style #gotham fashion #dc universe #batman universe #no grave can hold my body down #ngchmbd #ngchmbd asks #ngchmbd headcanons #ngchmbd questions #jason todd #jason todd x reader

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gubes-sweaters · 3 years

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Mind, Body, and Soul 5

Authors note: Hey, so it's been a while oops. I’ve been writing one-shots in between writing chapters 4 and 5 only because I wasn’t sure where to take this series, but I’ve figured it out and now I’m back. I still have 3 or 4 one-shots written that still need to be edited. This chapter has a couple of switches of the POV. Sorry if it’s a little confusing, but it’s the easiest way to write the story. Also, I know Gideon and Rossi didn’t work together in the early season, but I’m changing it. I realize the TL of a lot of the members is off, but it’s all intentional for the story.

Content warning: Nothing I can think of, but don’t be afraid to tell me about a warning I should put in.

Word count: 2.7k

Chapter 5: New Member of the BAU

*ring ring*

I shift under Spencer's grip trying to reach my phone as it's ringing. He’s such a heavy sleeper that by the time I wiggled out from his arms and grabbed my phone he was still sleeping. He just rolled over before snoring very quietly. I look at my phone and see it's my dad! Shit, I was supposed to meet with my dad at ten today and it's already eleven. I'm not even ready this is such a disaster, what am I supposed to tell him? Oh, don’t worry dad I’m just busy because I’m in the back of this guy’s car and I slept through my alarm! He’s going to kill me because I'm supposed to meet some of my dad’s work friends then go out to lunch with him.

“Ciao papà,” I say trying to sound like I'm awake. He can probably see through my bullshit though because I'm a shitty liar, and he's a profiler.

“Where's my bambino and why isn't she at the BAU right now? My colleagues want to meet you.”

“Sorry, I spent all night studying and I must've slept through my alarm I'll be there as soon as possible,” I technically lie to him I did sleep through my alarm.

“Okay...well, I love you. I have a security badge ready for you. All you have to do is tell security who you are and you're here to see me,” He's clearly not convinced but I don't think he cares enough to press the issue.

“Okay, love you too. Bye!” I hang up then turn to Spencer trying to wake him up.

I shake him over and over until he finally stirs. Seriously how the hell does he sleep so heavy. Once I get him up I explain that I’m supposed to have lunch with my dad and I’m supposed to meet his coworkers now that he’s coming out of retirement for whatever reason.

“Okay, yeah give me a second to clean up the back, and we can take you back to your apartment,” He says while rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Thanks,” I say before planting a gentle kiss on his cheek.

He blushes at me before signaling for me to hop out of the trunk. We make a collaborative effort to clean out the trunk and sit the back seats back up. We then get in the front and make small talk on the way back to my apartment. Once we arrive I feel that pit in my stomach again, the same one I feel every time one of us has to leave.

“Thanks for yesterday!” I say before turning to open the car door with the bear we made yesterday. When I asked who's keeping the bear he jokingly said we’ll split custody and I guess this is my week. Before I could open the car door he placed his hand on my forearm very gently like I was made out of glass. He has this pained and disappointed look on his face.

“Can I see you again?” He asks just barely above a whisper.

I just respond with a nod and a quick kiss before I hop out of the car and wave goodbye. All I see is a wide grin on his face and a wave before I disappear into my apartment building. I knew Stella and Raven weren’t home because neither of their cars was in the parking lot. That meant I could get ready quickly and slip out of the apartment without any questions being asked.

I set the stuffed bear on the bed and begin getting ready. After I shower, dry my hair, brush my teeth, apply a small bit of makeup, and slip on a sweater and jeans I’m finally ready to leave. It’s only one pm, so I'm not making a horrible time given that I was already late. I then practically drive like a mad man to the BAU. I stop at security and tell them I’m here for my dad David Rossi. I get directions to the floor and where my dad’s new office is. I walk into the bullpen and see two very familiar and comforting faces, but the others belong to complete strangers. I immediately spot my dad’s old partner Jason Gideon and the Unit Chief Aaron Hotchner. I met them both when I was in middle school, but the rest of the team was new to me and my dad as well. He’s been there for a couple of months since his book tour was just now ending. As soon as Gideon sees me he walks towards me with his arms outstretched.

“Hey kiddo it’s been a long time. I may be getting old, but I’ll never forget that face.” He says while engulfing me in a hug. Honestly, I talked to Gideon probably more than my dad growing up. This is odd because he didn’t have the best relationship with his own son, but he was always like a cool uncle. Then the same click happened to me and Aaron Hotchner when we first met. He always wanted kids and some of the only times you would see him smile and laugh was around kids. He and his wife Haley jokingly called me their test run when I would spend time with them. When my mom and dad were both busy I spent a lot of time with Haley because I didn’t want to be with a nanny.

“Hey, guys!” I say before hugging them both once more.

“So, how’s school been? You’re not getting into any trouble are you?” Uncle Jason asks before nudging me as the three of us walk towards my dad’s new office. I can see two people’s eyes on me from the bullpen then suddenly a third when a blonde woman who doesn't look much older than me comes strutting out of her office flashing me a quick smile.

“You know me, I’m David Rossi’s daughter, so I seemingly can't stay out of trouble,” I joked with them as we arrived at my dad’s new office. It had a shiny new nameplate that said “David Rossi” on the front of it. Gideon knocks and I feel a wave of nostalgia. I remember in the 6th grade visiting my dad at the BAU and walking up to my dad’s office hand in hand with Gideon. Now I’m much older and much taller, but much hasn’t changed. After a few seconds, my dad opens the door with a huge grin on his face I swear he hasn't changed since I was a kid. He still wears overly expensive suits and a watch that probably would pay a year and a half of my rent if not more.

“Ah, there she is. Oh, how I’ve missed you,” He says before eloping me in a bear hug.

“Come I want you to meet my other co-workers,” He says as the four of us walk back down the stairs where a small conglomeration of desks are.

“Everybody this is my daughter (y/n),” My dad proudly says while the three people went to introduce themselves. The first being the woman walking out of the office earlier. She is tall and blonde. She looks a little young to be a profiler though.

“Hi, I’m Jenifer Jareau, but you’re more than welcome to call me JJ. I’m the communication's liaison,” She says as she sticks her hand out for me to shake. After a woman with dark brown hair and dark brown eyes also extended her hand out to me. She was wearing a tan leather jacket with a black top beneath it and black dress pants along with tan ankle boots.

“Hi I’m Elle Greenway, it’s nice to meet you these three have been talking about you all day,” She says while gesturing towards my dad, uncle Aaron, and uncle Jason. Lastly, a tall very muscular man walks up to me with an awful lot of confidence. He’s wearing a tight heather gray t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Accompanied by his gun sitting snugly on his hip.

“Well Hello I’m Derek Morgan and you must be an angel,” He says forgetting that my dad is standing right behind me either that or he doesn't care. I shake his hand before my dad clears his throat not amused by Morgan's antics.

“Well, now that you’ve met my team it’s about time we went to lunch. Aaron don’t hesitate to call me if something pops up about that DC hacker case,” He says as we walk away and Uncle Aaron just responds with his usual very stern-looking face and a slight nod.

“DC hacker?” I ask as we exit the bullpen and make our way to the elevator.

“Let’s not talk about work. I want to know about school how are you?”

“I’m doing good I guess I've been a little distracted as of recent but I'm keeping myself on track I promise.”

“Atta girl,” He says before the elevator doors open, and he leads me out to his car.

-----Time Skip----

“So how are Raven and Stella I haven't seen them since I went to sign the lease again last year.” I can tell what he’s doing he’s making awkward small talk, so he feels like he's an integral part of my life. I appreciate the effort and I can’t shit on him too much because at least he’s making an effort. So I’ll play into this and make him feel better for the time being. I’m hoping that he doesn't feel like utter crap because we have nothing important to talk about besides this DC hacker case that I can’t get out of my mind. I haven’t talked about it since we were in the car because he clearly doesn’t want me to know anything about it since he keeps dodging my questions.

“They’re doing pretty good. I mean we don’t have any classes together this year because our majors are somewhat different, but we live together, so we're still close.”

“Oh, how's that friend you were telling me about? Penelope Garcia, that's her name right?” He asks as he leans in close to me. If I didn't know any better I would think he's shamelessly profiling me right now. We continue to talk about school and my friends throughout lunch. For someone who has such an extra and boujee person, he didn't talk about himself at all. Which is not my dad's usual behavior at all.

“Well, that's good to hear. So I was thinking after lunch maybe we-” As if God himself answered my prayers my dad's work cell starting ringing. I can hear small mumbles from the blonde woman I met earlier I believe her name was JJ. I can't exactly make out what is going on but either way, I'm taking whatever excuse I can get.

“I’m sorry sweetheart I’m going to have to cut this short that was a call from work. On the bright side, I’m not going to be on my book tour anymore, so whenever I have a day off we can spend time together.”

“Of course!” I say trying to humor him.

“Well, I’ll drop you back off at the FBI building.” He says before flagging down the waitress to pay for the check.

----Rossi’s POV----

I walk back into the FBI building after dropping (y/n) off. Aaron, Gideon, and I feel terrible for using her to get information. I feel the worst out of the three of us because I promised her after going back to the BAU this time would be different, but she's currently just another pawn in a game she didn't agree to.

“So what do we have Aaron?”

“Follow me to the round table we got all of the information needed from another technical analyst in the building Kevin Lynch.”

As Aaron and I walk into the room JJ is giving Gideon, Morgan, and Emily all of the information we need to know.

“This is Penelope Grace Garcia. She is a 28-year-old female. We didn’t have many people to contact for information on her because her birth parents are no longer alive. Her parents passed in a car accident ten years ago that was caused by a drunk driver. Since then she has seemingly lived a low profile life and has managed to stay under the radar when it comes to the justice system. We have been able to get enough evidence on her because of her close relations with David Rossi's daughter (y/n) Rossi. We are going to bring her in for questioning. She’ll likely have no prior knowledge of interrogations because she’s been able to fly under the radar. That also makes her extremely cocky, and she’ll think that we have no information on her. Our job is to be as docile yet forward as possible. We want to be docile, so she’ll trust. She has so much skill that Strauss approved for us to recruit her into the BAU. She’ll be of more use to us than she would be in jail. That’s all for now.”

As JJ finishes with the profile we all gather our things and mentally prepare ourselves for the interrogation. I was advised to stay out of it just in case she knew I was (y/n)’s father. Given the fact that she’s an elite hacker that isn’t such a farfetched statement.

-Hotch’s POV-

“You have two options either you can serve jail time or you can work for us at the BAU,” I tell her just before Morgan walks back into the room.

I have her make a quick resume, so we can hire her onto the BAU. I think she has potential and that she’s just putting up a tough front. I have to give her props though because I’ve seen grown men crumble a lot easier than her. Once we’re able to strike a deal with her I have Morgan unlock her cuffs. I make sure Morgan knows to tell her that she can’t talk about any of this with (y/n) for a while especially since the case involving her isn’t fully closed.

-(y/n) POV-

I finally make it back to my apartment when I get a text from my mom asking how lunch with my dad went. As I unlock the door to my apartment I text her back and let her know that it was okay, but dad was acting super weird. I told her it seemed like he was interrogating me. She just let me know that it’s out of habit because he’s a profiler and it’s not that big of a deal and to not read too much into it.

I feel like there was something that I had to do but I can't remember. It’s not until I check the calendar on my phone and realize Daisy’s birthday is in two days and I didn’t get her anything. I’m far too lazy to leave my apartment for a second time today which was supposed to be my day off. I also don’t want to go alone maybe I should text Spencer and see how busy he is.

Me: Hey, I have a birthday party to go to on Saturday. I still need to get her a birthday present would you mind coming with me tomorrow?

Spence: Sure, what time should I pick you up?

Me: How about 10?

Spence: Sounds good I’ll see you then :)

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Spooky Nights (2019)

A Halloween Special! Only one of the most important nights in horror, how could I not! I’m taking this into a more comedic and lighthearted way, making this as fun as possible for you! I’m sorry it’s a tad bit short, the storm here is making it a bit hard to post large posts.

Have a Happy & Spooky Halloween kiddos!

Jason

Halloween! One of his favorite nights of the year! A night where he can go out and not get a double take look from the passing strangers. Hell, in Manhattan they might even applaud him for such a “spot on costume.” however he hasn’t been out to actually walk around in... forever. He’s absolutely terrified of knocking on the doors though, standing behind you like a giant statue as you walk up to the houses. Everyone sort of looks at him like a giant, shy child. A lot of “Awww how adorable’s” and “look at how handsome he is!” They all literally think he’s an overgrown kid

Defiantly wears a comfy sweater rather than an actual costume, but everyone loves it!

Candy Rate: 1000% He’s too sweet to say no to

Michael

You must have done some real good sweet talking to him if you managed to convince him to switch out that knife for a plastic for the night. But that’s just about all you get out of him costume wise. It’s the best time for him to be out and for him to go unnoticed, maybe scouting out some dumbasses with terrible costumes, only to fuck them up later. Will totally knock on the door, but his knocks are like FBI OPEN UP

Stays in his jumpsuit and mask, masking the smell a bit only because you told him to. Maybe, just maybe, he’ll throw a sheet over him and the two of you can be ghosts. If not, you’ll both be mechanics!

Candy Rate: 100% but only because they feel a bit intimidated

Thomas Hewitt

Has never really had the chance to ever go trick or treating. He’s seen other kids come and go in their costumes but never really saw the point. Luda Mae would sometimes put up some decorations only to be stomped on and berated by Hoyt as ridiculous. But getting out and about with you is great! Seeing all of these kids running around and being happy actually... lightens him up! He’s not one to knock on the door at first, but after seeing how nice the people are, me might give a few knocks here and there

Dressed up in the one and only 2008 Corey Taylor Slipknot mask while you went as maybe Clown or Joey. His masked idols, how sweet

Candy Rate: 80% Some people just don’t like Slipknot I guess

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher

Good God do they go all out for Halloween. No costume left behind or forgotten, no candy left on the table and certainly no booze left in the cabinet. the amount of Halloween parties the three of you hit up throughout the night is crazy. Billy’s just there for the weed, you’re just there for the candy and Stu... probably booze and bragging rights. You don’t get home until 5 am but does that really matter?

The three of you are like the 3 Stooges, but in 80′s rollerskating gear. The neon short shorts, wristbands, headbands and glow bracelets and all. Stu... certainly rocks his the best

Candy Rate: 0%-100% They don’t really go trick or treating, but they might steal some from the store to make a dash out, so that’s a win... I guess

Pinhead

Pinhead is familiar with the concept but doesn’t see the point in participating. If it’s what you call “fun” then you really haven’t experienced much in the terms of “fun”. Let him ramble on about that himself, but he eventually gives in. Refuses to knock on any door for candy. Only for him to claim that they should “be aware of his presence.” Yeah okay, just knock on the door so the kids behind you don’t have to wait that long

Doesn’t find the paper halo and Dollar Store wings amusing at all, but you get him to wear it anyways. Sometimes, you might see him strut his stuff in vain

Candy Rate: 75% Some of the more Christian Households didn’t appreciate the “vulgar” blood on the costume... oops

Harry Warden

Oh jeez oh fuck do you know how long it’s been since he’s been trick or treating? Let alone OUT and about on a HOLIDAY? I mean he doesn’t have a problem with Halloween but it’s still hella nerve wracking. Physically cannot and will not knock on any door or he might actually just turn and face the other direction to avoid any eye contact whatsoever

He doesn’t know what the hell Minecraft Steve is, but he thankful you got him in the box suit. He got to have his pickaxe spray painted blue so that was a pretty epic gamer moment

Candy Rate: 110% Gamers have the ability to raise their stats when critically low for 3.5 seconds after combat

Norman Bates

Absolutely adores Halloween, now even more so that he’s got you to spend it with! Tons of kids stop by the hotel to have their fair share of Norman’s Candy Bowl. It’s filled to the brim with king sized candy bars and almost never seems to get close to emptying before he replenishes it with even more. It’s nice to put a few smiles on the young ones faces and spend the cool, crisp night with you

He’s a simple boy and doesn’t need anything too fancy, so he’ll settle for a skeleton. He’s fascinated by watching you apply make up to not only yourself, but him as well. You did amazing, sweetie

Candy Rate: 200% For all those little kids, 500% for all the leftover bags Norman impulsively bought for the two of you

The Creeper

You weren’t getting him to dress up in anything at all, no matter how much you begged for him to get in the mood. Creeper prefers the tricking part of Halloween either way, it’s more fun. Although Halloween was more fun back in the day, but he’ll deal with it now, just for you. Isn’t scared to knock on the doors either, flashing that pretty little smile of his as a demand for only the finest candy you’ve got... or else

A cowboy babey! It’s the closest you could get to dressing him up. A little belt buckle with real guns (because what’s the point if their not?), a lasso and even some spurs on his boots. He’s got that Yeehaw smile too

Candy Rate: 100% out of pure fear and intimidation. Have as much candy as you want babe

Hannibal

Trick or Treating? No my dear, you’re met with a fine Masquerade Ball and night out on the town. The going door to door is fun and all for the kids, but let the adults have their own twisted fun. Maybe you might be able to talk him into a few scary haunted mazes or houses, but Hannibal still loves his classy, ballroom fantasies and dancing with you, but only this time a bit more fun and loose with upbeat music and strobe lights

Still elegantly dressed in a suit, a Spider broach on his pocket with an equally stylish mask alongside a slim dress/suit and mask just for you!

Candy Rate: 50%? There will be treats at the party but... they’re more cooked and decorated pastries? They get half credit, but taste great!

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