#poor guy! he is once again with these two...

[misspantymime]

Bat x Family ("A Family Meeting...Sort Of")

a/n: Once again, I forgot to update within the week. I'm ready for any punishment you have for me! Also, did the Batfam seem awkward? I usually don't right all of them together. (///￣ ￣///)

TW: Slight mention of starvation of children (no deaths though!)

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Anya Forger! Child! Reader x Yandere! Platonic! Batfam

When Bruce called for a “family meeting”, Dick only had half an idea of what it was about.

More than likely, it had something to do with the trafficking bust that happened less than a week ago. The one that Jason seemed to fumble, despite his protests that the place had been cleared out before he even reached the location. Supposedly, the “product” had been left without food or water for an undisclosed amount of time before the GCPD had gotten a lead, but there had miraculously been no deaths.

That being said, Red Hood wasn’t the only one to drop the ball.

The breakout from Arkham had involved more major threats and the consensus had been that resources would be better allocated to that issue, above everything else. Or, to put more bluntly, the trafficking business, while urgent, just wasn’t to be prioritized at the moment. Which would eventually bite them in the butts later.

Through police contacts, the grapevine, and the ravenous media, Dick had heard less than stellar remarks on the poor handling of it all. Many papers and news outlets were questioning the lack of urgency from the GCPD and the Bats, seeing as some of the most vulnerable people of society’s lives had been put at stake yet appeared to not be on they’re radar. Not to mention the main perpetrators had slinked away unscathed.

So, if Bruce was going to ream them over the poor handling of the case, Dick was more than ready to take it on the chin. Even if the others weren’t.

Which is why when he reached the parlor, Dick was met, not unsurprisingly, with chaotic arguing.

“-admit it, Todd, you failed.” Damian’s resolute assertion was the first thing Dick heard but it was soon followed by–

“Listen, you damn demon brat, I told you already–” Jason was cut off, by Duke trying to placate them all.

“Look, guys, no one expected this, alright? You can’t blame him for that.”

“Incompetence doesn’t justify failure. It was in his territory, so it was his responsibility.” Damian argued just as Tim added his two cents.

“Yeah, but why are we all here, anyway? If he has something to say, he can just say it to Jay, right?” He groaned, rubbing his temple while nursing a cup of coffee. No steam, so they must have been at it for a while.

“Maybe he needs all hands on deck for it or something?” Steph chimed in, lounging on one of many seats, back leaning on one armrest while her legs hung over the other.

Cass simply observed the carnage from the side.

“Hey, hey, look we all messed up, alright?” Dick chided gently, with his trademarked golden boy smile as he stepped fully into the parlor, ”Let’s just see what Bruce wants, okay?”

Someone had to play peacemaker, since it looked like Duke was fighting for his life and Alfred was nowhere to be seen. 

“I hardly see where I–” Daminan started.

“Listen, we all could’ve done better,” Dick reiterated, “We’ll just hear him out and see how we can make this better.”

“I kind of doubt that’s possible” Barbara spoke up, on her laptop and scanning the various pages scrolling across the screen. “This is a bit of a–”

“Shitshow?” Jason prompted.

“Yes,” She sighed, before adding on, “No perps, and the place was, apparently, cleaned out before they got there. The GCPD is still scanning for anything, to be honest, but it’s not looking good.”

Barabara’s olive green eyes soon grew darker as she continued,

“Some of the kids were in critical condition.”

A hush fell over the room, smothering any irritation under a somber atmosphere. 

Just then, the door opened once again and Alfred, proper as ever, strolled in amidst the cold tension, seemingly none the wiser. If anything, the butler almost looked…amused?

“Master Wayne would like to apologize, but it seems he is…preoccupied at the moment.”

“The hell? He’s the one who called us” Jason grouched, flopping down on an armchair. 

 “Yes, but something of utmost importance has come to his attention.”

A sort of sharpness tinged the atmosphere, as they all tensed in anticipation. 

‘What could be so important?’, They all thought.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Bruce was not prepared for this.

He was not prepared for any of this.

 Bruce was ready to leave you to your show– a loud sort of spy cartoon? –but you had other plans, charging him as soon as the words “I have an errand to run” left his lips.

“An adventure!” You cried excitedly, latching onto his suit’s pant leg. “Lemme come!”

“Wha–? No, it’s an errand.” He repeated, trying to slip from your grasp. However, it proved to be far stronger than he expected, as you clung onto his leg even when he swung it to-and-fro rather inelegantly. 

‘I need to get to the cave with the others. Alfred can probably keep her away long enough for me to give them the rundown.’ Bruce sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

“I wanna go with Papa!” You cheered once again, your small hands leaving wrinkles in his pant leg.

“You’ll be bored” Bruce tried to reason with you, “Just stay and watch your show.”

‘She can’t get anywhere near the Batcave.’

And he failed. Spectacularly.

“No, no, no!” You exclaimed, climbing higher up his leg to cling off his waist, “I wanna be with Papa!”

‘This is illogical. Why is she so attached to me right when she got here?’  

You beamed up at him, shamelessly hanging off him like a juvenile monkey from a less than willing tree, “Please?”

“(Name)–” Bruce sighed again.

“Pretty please?” You emphasized in a drawn out whine.

While he was far from a master negotiator, Bruce fully believed he could hold his own in terms of brokering a deal. The social minefield of Gotham’s elite proved to be a formidable challenge time and time again, while the overt battleground of it’s underbelly remained default even for the most hardened of individuals. 

That being said, Bruce Wayne would not fold to a six year-old.

“Papa!”

He would not fold.

- - - - - - - - - - -

Dick stared at him.

Bruce stared past him, through the open doorway.

The parlor remained quiet, but the it’s inhabitants faces spoke volumes:

Alfred contained a chuckle behind a cough and his fist.

Tim raised an eyebrow over his cup of coffee, frozen just before taking a sip.

Jason, faced away from the door itself, did a double take upon shooting a glance over his shoulder. 

Duke’s face seemed to be caught between a gawking expression of shock and a nervous laugh.

Cass–stoic and steely eyed Cass– betrayed the slightest widening of her eyes.

Steph hid a bemused and bewildered sort of smirk behind her hand.

Damian looked aghast, bordering on disgusted.

And Barbara? She simply looked at him over the rim of her glasses.

All the while, you grinned quite triumphantly in his arms, balanced on his hip.

“Uh, B? You got a little–” Dick pointed and Bruce immediately cut him off.

“Yes, I know.” He asserted.

You grinned mischievously as a satisfied giggle escaped you.

“Everyone… this is (Name).”

a/n: Start of the Batfam shenanigans! Hope you stick around to see more! (´｡• ᵕ •｡) ♡

[bluegummieshark]

The luckiest guy in Gotham.

Ok so I don't usually add prompts but I'm deep into dp/dc crossovers and had this silly idea.

See there's plenty of stories where Danny dies. He's a ghost so kinda comes with the territory. Usually dying for a half ghost kid is just kinda like a minor inconvenience or a good way to get out of an awkward villain monologue which is valid, me too. But here me out what if Danny can't die. Like not because of some cool ghost power or even being over power where nothing works but just cause of a technical. Like death and fate are so not dealing with the paper work it would take to kill Danny so instead they just awkwardly misses him every time.

Gotham is far from what most would call a safe place. Between the villain attacks, normal city crime, and just bad city management most citizens had at least one or two close calls. That's probably why it took so long for Danny to even be noticed. By all accounts he looked like any other student in faded jeans, An NASA hoodie and backpack held together with neon green duck tape. Sure sometimes his neighbor saw him talk to himself and Jimmy from his class swore he saw the kid drink some neon green sludge once but it's Gotham. So long as the kid kept his crazy to himself no one would have looked twice.

However the video that started tending last night that Oracle themself posted made it impossible not to look. The security footage was of a gas station the angle set up high, clearly a security camera, with a time stamp of 2 am. Not long after it starts a small moped pulls up to one of two pumps. Danny is his normal tired college kid outfit hopped off his scooter and began to pump. He barely started when another figure also stepped into frame unnoticed by Danny who was clearly playing on his phone.

At first it looked like just another would be robbery. The figure hunched over while creeping up on the oblivious kid. Then just as the robber steps up a knife glittering in the street light the man just trips on a wet spot on the ground left behind by someone's spilt slushy from the gas station. Danny for his part did turn around pulling out an ear bud but from his angle his own scooter hid the man who laid face down just on the other side.

Danny unbothered clearly put his ear bud back in turning back around and reaching to the little curtsying cleaning Squeegee. The guy was quick to get up, knife gripped ready to go again when Danny moved first. Clearly having no idea anyone would be in swinging distance Danny whips the small Squeegee out of its holder like it excalibur before wildly swinging it like a sword. His movements not only cause him to send the thug's knife flying off but despite the grain quality of the video it becomes clear the liquid from the cleaning solution sprays the thug in the face. The man for his part who had already staring open mouth due to his lost knife that was sent flying up from his grasp is quick to throw his hands out, clearly trying to wipe his eyes from the neon blue liquid in them. His blind footing was perfectly timed to Danny's imaginary sword fight to put him just out of Danny's eyesight on the other side of the pump when Danny does turn around. The next minute is Danny cleaning off his scooter's front head lamp while the poor wanna be thief is gagging just on the other side. Not long given the lack of actual windshield to properly need a Squeegee Danny is back to messing around now using the tool as a makeshift guitar. The goon now looking far more pissed and maybe a tad wary is back to standing up and clearly ready to try again. The man pauses for a moment reaching for his knife but when it is clear he doesn't see it he ready his fist instead. Stepping back just behind Danny, who looks to be finishing his solo, begins to pull back his fist. Then just as he goes to swing it Danny bows. The mugger who had used his whole body quickly loses his footing as Danny's bow has him dodging with perfect steps to miss the man who stumbles just to the opposite side. Trying to keep his balance his arms move wildly as his other lands into a small bucket next to the pump. It's at this moment the man knife decides to rejoin the party which in turn has the man performing almost like some kind of figure skater as he slides face first into the trash can at the other pump.

Danny at this moment seems to finally realize there are other people that exist and sees the man waist deep into the can. And of course being the kid he is does the most un-Gotham thing he could and pulls out a few dollar bills to put beside what he clearly assumes is a homeless man looking for food. After a few more moments Danny drives off leaving the man who has since pulled himself from the can sitting on the ground defeated. Red Robin shows up after a moment looking fairly confused as the mugger just holds there arms out for the cuffs.

The video cuts off but this quickly becomes the first in a long line of short clips of the luckiest guy in Gotham who just can't die.

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Honestly I feel like this could be a lot of fun to just put Danny in some crazy spots with the local villains and have Batman and co just be confused as hell as this kid doesn't even need their help to stay out of danger.

[woozisprincess]

Seventeen's reaction to you wanting to run through the entire group

You want to run through the Seventeen members like you're on the track team.

Seventeen x Fem Reader

Super suggestive, entirely talk about sex, Soonyoung wants a threesome, they are all dtf, it's the same scenario but if each member were the first to find out, reader gets called a slut (lovingly), unedited bs

Seungcheol

"Really?" He looks at you with a raised brow. Not what he was expecting when he asked if you had a crush on any of them. Was hoping you'd say him, but he supposes this can work in his favor. He leaned close to you, grabbing by the waist. "Well, you could always start with me." And if he got his way, you won't even think about the others once he's done. You thought a night with the leader was a great way to kick off your excursions.

Jeonghan

All of them? Not that he was judging. Just sounded like a lot of effort. Also Cheol's really possessive, the maknae doesn't like to share either, and Soonyoung is such a brag. So many things to consider, and work around. Sounds like more effort than it's worth. But then again... Sense you're offering. "I don't know about those other guys, but I can promise you won't regret a night with me."

Shua

Well that's... Not information that he asked for, but go off. "Whatever makes you happy, sweetheart." Dumb response. What does that even mean? Truthfully, out of everyone you did not mean to tell Joshua. Sweet, gentle Joshua. You apologize for your poor manners. Joshua thought for a moment. "Well I'm not exactly a perfect gentleman all the time." He smiled at you. Sum bout' how he said it. Did that mean what you thought it meant?

Junhui

"Damn, girl!" The reaction was automatic. "Like the whole team!?" You confirmed. After the initial shock Jun actually could not care less, just another thing about you that he probably shouldn't know, but you told him regardless. "Well... Shit," he muttered, "let me know when it's my turn." He might not care all that much, but he's not fucking stupid. If a bad bitch wants him, a bad bitch wants him.

Soonyoung

"Oh bet!? Can I go first!?" That's it. He jumps at the opportunity laid out before him, does not give a fuck that his band mates also take up space in your mind. Was actually weirdly into the fact that you wanted them all. Would you have two of them at once? That'd be so hot. Is giddy when you agreed to let him go first as long as he bought you dinner first. Told the whole group he hit. However, was a real one and did not tell them that they were potentially next.

Wonu

Oh? Okay then? You didn't even say it directly, but from how you were literally growling when talking about each member during the performance? Yeah you wanted that cookie, you wanted the whole fucking box of cookies. The bakers dozen, if you will. "Someone's libido is fucked." He mentioned, casually. You went flush after realizing how fucking feral you were acting. "Hey, you want what you want. I want you too, if that makes you feel any better." It did. It made you feel a lot better.

Jihoon

Could you even do that? Like that's a lot of dudes. Your body would need breaks, surely. He had no clue why he was focusing on the logistics so much, but he knew proper protection was a must. "Make sure they all wear condoms, don't get distracted." Solid piece of advice, but not the response you were expecting. Jihoon then showed you that he was ready for you anywhere and anytime by opening a random drawer in his studio, revealing a box of condoms. Extra large. Oh my god. You 100% put those condoms to use.

Dokyeom

"Sorry? What? Sorry?" He short circuited. You patted his shoulder and apologized. "Nononononono." You shouldn't apologize, it's your body! Oh, for freaking him out? No he's not freaking out... He's a grown man, perfectly capable of listening to a beautiful woman's sexual desires, especially if he's a part of them. "I just-" he sputters. "Me too?" Yes? Oh. So nice of you. Very generous. "Thank you." Adorable. You couldn't wait to ravage him.

Mingyu

Big softie, immediately asked to take you out for dinner. You grin at the prospect of princess treatment. And boy was he generous. Most selfless lover you've ever had. And the date itself was magical, he pulled out all the romantic stops. Truly, that night you didn't just fuck, Kim Mingyu, you made love to him. Definitely happening again... After you make your rounds though. Mingyu completely forgot you wanted to fuck the team. Was chill about it though. Very happy you had plans to return to him.

Minghao

"What do you mean by that?" You looked at him like he was stupid, confirming his suspicions. Another one you didn't actually tell, it just slipped out. While watching them practice, you pointed out Jihoon and Hoshi, started singing that two bad bitches song. Then muttered 'actually, all these bad bitches.' Minghao's interest was piqued. Really, the last person you wanted to tell was Hao, he could be awful... Judgey. But he was surprisingly very open minded. You supposed it wasn't that out of character. "So is this like a mission, or a fantasy?" Mission? Cool. "I'm very in support of women taking control of their sexuality's." Aka, 'I'm down to fuck.'

Seungkwan

"Slut." Automatic. Not a single regret. To be fair, he was calling you that already. You couldn't argue with him either. This would be the sluttiest thing you've ever attempted. Seungkwan was so proud. "You know you're gonna have to amp it up if you wanna pull the whole team, right?" Told you what to wear for who, how to act around who. Made you a slide show full of info, though, he gave you no info on himself. But then he finished his lecture and said. "And about the sex part, can't be a good slut unless you've had some proper experience." His voice was low when he spoke. And you had complete faith that Boo Seungkwan could make the best slut.

Vernon

"baller." He meant that shit too. High-key a power move. He's sure you'd have them all whipped in no time. And some of them liked to fucking spend! Not only could you have dick whenever you wanted, and also multiple lovers for different moods, but dinner dates, lunch dates, cuddle seshes, shoes, purses, nails, hair, Lego sets! Whatever you wanted! The world was your oyster! Vernon's always liked a woman who knows what she wants. "Question. Can you choke me?" The answer was yes.

Dino

"Reaaallllyyyy?" Chan wasn't judging. Okay he was judging a little bit, but just because it was his hyungs. "They're all so... Bleh." Like sure they were attractive and talented, but they were also his hyungs. He just didn't get it. What did they have that he didn't? Well a few of them are really buff... Some of them have quite the way with words... And Hoshi and Jeonghan were charismatic... So maybe they had a lot. But still, they're his hyungs!!! "Don't even bother with those guys, I'm sure once we're done you won't even want them." Only one way to find out.

(⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～⁠♡

A/N: I want to run through svt like I'm on the track team. I really like Kwan's, like yes, training ark. Jihoon said wrap it losers!!!

Anyways, if you liked this pls talk to me about it, I'd love to hear your thoughts. Comments or reblogs appreciated.

[thepinkpanther83]

Grease And Honey (Pt.3 Check Engine Light)

Chapter Three: “Check Engine Light”

Eddie Munson x Female Reader

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Chapter Three: “Check Engine Light”

You didn’t even hear it click the first time.

You were running late, hair still damp from the world’s fastest shower, one boot laced, one flapping, travel mug sloshing tea down your sleeve as you wrestled your keys out of your bag. You jammed the key into the ignition, turned, and-

Click.

Nothing.

You froze.

Tried again.

Click-click.

Still nothing.

A single, painful moment of silence. Then you swore so loudly it scared off the mourning doves on the power line.

You slapped the steering wheel. “Oh, come on, you were fine yesterday, you little bastard!”

The car didn’t respond. Which honestly, felt like the most on-brand reaction it could give.

You sat there for a minute, seething.

This wasn’t just any Friday morning, it was inventory day. Meaning you had to meet Callie at the shop by ten, log every last bag of beans and sleeve of cups, and then prep for the upcoming “Grindhouse Summer Bash” your aunt from Missouri insisted would “get the locals involved” even though she hadn’t set foot in Indiana since Bush was president. The first one.

You cursed again, dragged your phone out of your pocket, and tried not to scream.

The little hunk of metal and pride that passed for your car, a scratched-up ‘99 Toyota Corolla with one duct-taped mirror and a mysterious rattle in the dash, was officially dead in the water.

You had no tools, no knowledge, and no time to play mechanic.

So, fine. You’d admit defeat.

And call for backup.

The guy on the other end of the tow line was polite enough. Asked where you wanted it hauled to.

You paused, phone pinched between your cheek and shoulder as you stared down at your useless vehicle like it might rise from the ashes and apologize.

“…Munson Auto,” you muttered finally.

Because of course it had to be his shop.

There were two garages in Hawkins. One of them was run by a pair of brothers who once got caught stealing parts off customer vehicles to resell online. The other was Eddie Munson.

And whether he was a flirt or a walking heart attack in denim, he didn’t have a criminal record… that you knew of anyway.

So.

There went your last excuse.

The tow truck driver was nice enough.

Didn’t ask too many questions. Just made a few sympathetic noises as he hoisted your poor, lifeless car onto the bed with all the grace of a dying horse and told you you could ride up front while he dropped it off.

You tried not to feel embarrassed.

It wasn’t like this hadn’t happened before, your Corolla had always been more suggestion than vehicle, but it was the timing that made your stomach twist. This felt… personal. Like the car knew exactly where it was headed and decided, “Yup. That one. Let’s go ruin her composure.”

You watched the scenery roll past out the window as the truck rumbled through town, eyes narrowed, jaw tight.

You even caught a glimpse of Grindhouse out the corner of your eye, and for a split second, you missed the familiar rhythm of your own coffee machines. Of Callie snarking about the menu. Of not heading straight into the arms of your biggest crush like some tragic sitcom protagonist with car trouble and a heart condition.

Munson Auto came into view with its hand-painted signage and the chaotic sprawl of muscle cars, pickup trucks, and half-assembled projects dotting the lot like a museum of Midwest masculinity.

And there he was.

Oh no.

He was standing just outside the garage bay, back to you, arms braced against the open hood of some dusty old Charger. He wore jeans that clung like a damn love letter to his thighs and a ribbed white tank that looked like it had seen better days, but God, did it work. Grease smudged both hands, one bicep, and the edge of his neck. His hair, longer than you remembered, dark and curling, was tied half-up but still fell in his face every time he leaned forward.

You blinked.

Hard.

Don’t look at the hair. Don’t look at the forearms. Don’t you dare look at the forearms… dammit.

The tow truck parked with a soft hiss and a low beep. You climbed out, trying to act casual, like this was just a perfectly normal Friday and you weren’t currently watching the man who’d hijacked your caffeine-fueled daydreams for the past three weeks actively make eye contact with a carburetor in a way that made you feel violated.

He looked downright edible. We’re talkin’ black grease, white tank top, forearms flexing like a trap, hair glinting like something off the cover of a dirty romance novel titled Wrenches & Wreckage.

And then… like he sensed you.

Eddie looked up.

Right at you.

And God help you, his face lit up like he’d just been told guitar solos were now tax-deductible.

“Hey!” he called out, wiping his hands on a rag as he straightened up, that lazy grin already spreading across his face. “You lost or just stalking me for fun?”

You opened your mouth.

Nothing came out.

You were too busy reminding your knees on how to function.

You blinked. “I… what? No. God. No. I’m here for the car.”

“Sure you are,” he said, walking toward you with a confident gait and a smug little bounce in his step. “Totally unrelated to the fact that I’ve been looking extremely hot lately.”

You made a noise in your throat that was supposed to be a scoff, but came out sounding more like a stifled wheeze.

Eddie stopped a few feet away, tilted his head, and gave you the once-over, but it wasn’t gross or leering. It was curious. Amused. Like he knew he was flustering you and was trying to decide just how far he could push it.

“So,” he drawled, pointing lazily to the pathetic heap the tow truck was now lowering into the lot. “Is this your noble steed?”

“Noble’s a strong word,” you muttered, arms crossed tightly over your chest. “Right now it’s more like a spiteful lemon with abandonment issues.”

“Rough morning?”

You looked at him.

He was still grinning, but it was a little softer now. Less performative. You saw it in his eyes, some tiny shift from “I’m being a menace for fun” to “I actually care if you’re okay.”

And dammit, that made it worse.

Because the answer was yes, it had been a rough morning. Your car broke down, your schedule got wrecked, you were already behind on everything, and then on top of it all, you were now standing three feet from the literal embodiment of your current sexual crisis, who somehow looked even better in real life than he did in your sleep-deprived, late-night brain spirals.

You didn’t want to admit any of that.

So instead, you sighed. “I’m just annoyed.”

“At me?”

“No, but I can rearrange things if you really want to take the blame.”

Eddie snorted and tucked his rag into his back pocket. “Nah, I think I’ve been punished enough just knowing you call me hot in your head and then lie about it to my face.”

You blinked. “I what?”

“Oh, c’mon,” he grinned. “You were looking at my arms like they said something mean about your mom.”

“I wasn’t-!” You paused. “Okay, maybe, but that’s not the point.”

“What is the point?”

“That this is extremely unprofessional,” you said, not quite meeting his eyes.

Eddie leaned in just a little, close enough to smell the grease and motor oil on his skin, faintly undercut by something like cedar and cigarette smoke.

“You’re not at work,” he murmured, voice low, teasing. “You’re in my place now.”

You stared at him, mouth dry, brain fizzling like a shaken soda can. Then, because it was the only thing you could think to do, you said: “Do you always flirt with people whose cars are dying in front of you?”

“Only when they’re cute,” he said instantly, with no shame, and definitely no hesitation.

You sighed again, this time more dramatically, and finally, finally, let your arms fall to your sides.

“Fine. You win.”

“Win what?”

“The award for ‘Hottest Local Mechanic Who Also Might Be The Literal Devil.’ Congratulations.”

Eddie grinned so wide you thought his face might break.

“Well now I have to fix your car.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”

“Yup,” he said. “Can’t have my reputation ruined by a pretty girl going around town saying Munson Auto left her stranded.”

You tried to scoff again.

But this time, you were smiling too.

“Come on,” he said, nodding toward the garage. “Let’s take a look.”

You followed without comment, trailing behind as he led you into the cavernous bay. The scent hit you instantly, warm oil, old rubber, faint gasoline, and something else that was just… him. You weren’t sure what it was. Probably a mix of aftershave and sweat and bad decisions.

It should’ve been gross.

It definitely wasn't.

Eddie tossed the rag onto a rolling cart and propped the hood open, resting one hand on the engine like it was a buddy he was about to interrogate. The sunlight coming through the windows slashed across his shoulders in all the worst and best ways. The white tank top clung to the curve of his back as he leaned in, muscles shifting under pale, smudged skin.

You told yourself you were looking at the car.

You were not.

“Battery’s not totally dead,” he muttered, more to himself than to you. “Starter sounds like it’s on its last legs, though. Probably original factory junk.”

You tried to focus on his words. You really did. But your brain was busy short-circuiting because his hair slipped loose again, dark and soft and barely brushing his jaw, and then he wiped his brow with the back of his hand like some kind of actual movie scene.

You swallowed.

Hard.

“You okay over there, sweetheart?”

You looked up, startled. He was watching you from under the hood, eyebrows raised just slightly, grease on his cheek like it belonged there.

“I- yeah,” you said quickly. “Just, uh. Taking mental notes. In case I need to fake being a mechanic someday.”

He smirked. “You’d be cute in coveralls.”

You cleared your throat. “Anyway. The car. Can it be saved?”

He gave the engine a fond little pat, then straightened up.

“Oh, I’ll save it,” he said. “But I’m gonna need a few days. She’s gonna need parts. And probably a pep talk.”

You nodded, a little too quickly. “Right. Of course. I can walk to the shop until then.”

Eddie grinned again, soft this time. Not flirty. Just warm. Like you’d said something he liked hearing.

“Well,” he said, brushing his hands off. “Good news is, you came to the right place. Bad news is…”

You raised a brow. “There’s bad news?”

He leaned on the frame of the car and winked. “You’ll be seeing a lot more of me this week.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting next, maybe a polite “good luck” or a quick wave before he vanished back into the grease and grit of his garage.

What you didn’t expect was for him to toss his keys in the air, catch them with a single hand, and ask casually:

“You want a ride to work?”

You blinked. “What?”

“I said, do you want a ride to work?” he repeated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. “I assume that’s where you were headed before your car decided to betray you?”

“…Yeah, but I can walk. It’s not far.”

He gave you a look.

The kind that said I know bullshit when I hear it.

“Don’t be stubborn. You already brought your car to my shop. Might as well let me play chauffeur for a few days while we wait for her resurrection.”

You hesitated.

“Seriously,” he added. “It’s part of the whole small-town charm package. I fix your car, I drive you to work for a few days, I pretend I’m not using it as an excuse to spend time with you. You know, classic Americana.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips were already betraying you with the beginnings of a smile. “Fine. But only if you promise not to narrate the entire drive like a true crime podcast.”

He grinned. “No promises.”

His Camaro, sleek, black, and humming low with restrained power, smelled like motor oil, faded pine air freshener, and whatever cologne he wore that made your brain a little foggy. You climbed in, trying not to look impressed.

You failed.

The drive was short. Too short, really. The streets of Hawkins flew by in a blur of cracked pavement and stop signs, and the whole time you tried to keep the conversation light, but he made it impossible.

“So,” he said at a red light, fingers drumming on the wheel. “Can I get your number?”

You looked at him, arching a brow. “So you can ‘update me about the car,’ right?”

“Exactly,” he said innocently. “Strictly business.”

You narrowed your eyes. “You’re full of shit.”

“Oh, totally,” he agreed without missing a beat, pulling into the lot behind Grindhouse. “I’m 100% gonna use it to ask you out again. But I figured I’d at least pretend to be professional this time.”

Your mouth opened.

Closed.

Then opened again.

“Here,” you said, grabbing a pen from your bag and scribbling your number on the back of a crumpled grocery receipt. “You break the car worse, I’m suing.”

“You won’t,” he said, taking it with a wink. “You’d miss me.”

You snorted. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re gonna be late,” he said, nodding toward the shop as he shifted the car into park.

You didn’t move right away.

And neither did he.

For one second too long, you just sat there, the tension stretching between you like heat rising off asphalt. You finally climbed out, closing the door behind you.

Then, with one last smirk and a two-fingered salute, he said, “I’ll call you.” He drove off with the windows down, hair loose, stereo blasting Dio like he was leaving the set of a rock and roll romcom, and you were just left standing there, cheeks warm, heart skipping, wondering what the hell you’d just gotten yourself into.

Next Chapter: Chapter Four: “Ignition”

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Shadow (dadow) x fem reader (mini)

The nightmare

It was the middle of the night and a peaceful slumber had settled over the household. Shadow and you were sleeping wrapped in each other’s embrace.

Suddenly the door to your bedroom creaked open revealing a small hedgehog clutching a small plush her tear soaked face shaking in fear.

Shadow was the first to wake up nudging you awake once he noticed the problem.

“Maria what’s wrong?” He asked worry taking over his mind.

“I had a nightmare” she whimpered through her tears.

“Oh, you poor thing, come here” you responded

The little hedgehog sprinted to the bed climbing it with ease she made her way up to the two of you choosing to shield herself in Shadow’s arms.

Shadow wiped the tears from his daughter’s eyes holding her steady as She shook. You rubbed her back calming the child down.

“Do you want to tell us about it” Shadow asked in the same way you did so many times before.

The little hedgehog nodded. “was being chased by a bad guy and I couldn’t find you or mommy” she continued crying.

“That does sound scary” he responded after a minute “but that won’t ever happen to you I promise”

Maria’s cries softened though she was still shaken up.

“You want to know something?” Shadow asked the little girl nodding in response “I get nightmares too sometimes”

“You do?”

“Yah and they get really scary sometimes. But you know who always helped?”

“Who”

He pointed to you “your momma”

“Really?” She responded turning her face to you.

“Yah she’s an expert at nightmares.”

“It’s true” you responded taking her from shadow. “But I don’t like to brag”

Maria looked at you her eyes full of amazement.

“Do you remember the thing I told you to say whenever you’re afraid?” Shadow asked her

“My daddy has a gun.” She responded innocently

You shot him a look that silently told him that a conversation would be had later.

“No, the other thing.”

“That momma and papa will always be there to protect me”

“Yes, and that is a promise. We will always protect you no matter what.”

“Even flopsy” she asked holding her stuffed rabbit up.

Shadow let out a low chuckle. “Yes even flopsy”

The two of you entertained the your daughter chasing the fear away as you comforted her eventually lulling her back to sleep.

“Nice job” you quietly complimented above your daughter’s snores

“Well I learned from the best” he smiled at you.

You laid your head back down on the pillow as Shadow moved to wrap your small family in his arms. Letting sleep settle in once again.