#I am going insane. I started crying in the lab as one after another more and more things become unclear
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I am autistic. You would think that would make working in the heavily regulated and rigidly ruled field of being a lab scientist would be a great fit for me because of that. But it turns out itâs actually just infuriating beyond belief. Non-autistic people have no idea how to communicate, and apparently find joy in making everything unclear. Iâm well aware of that from conversations and such, but I had foolishly assumed that it would be different for scientific lab work. When someone sends me their request for me to run tests on their experimental drug product, I would expect that they would provide clear details on what they want me to do. This was of course an incorrect assumption. And then when I reach out to them as ask if they could clarify what they mean, I assumed they could, oh I donât know, tell me what they want me to do?!???!?
Apparently non-autistic people enjoy communicating by sending each other conflicting information and then being unable to answer when asked for clarity. I guess they probably like how when, I guess one of the many options of things I could do that fit their vague âinstructionsâ, they then get the opportunity to tell me how foolish I was for doing it incorrectly. I cannot read minds, especially not ones as apparently labyrinthian as theirs.
And then when they are unable to clarify to me what I need to know via the extremely convenient communication method of text-based messages, they decide we need to schedule a meeting to âdiscussâ. Great. Now my entire dayâs schedule is ruined. And now I have to meet with these people so they can be unclear on what they want verbally and we have to repeat ourselves at each other for an hour until I can somehow convince them to tell me what they fucking want. And then hope that I can actually process the sound properly and keep it in my memory in the time between it entering my ears and my pen moving on the page, because thereâs no goddamn record of a conversation I can reference later and if I get a detail wrong I have to start the process all over again when I realize something is unclear.
And if I get an actual answer to the question, I will of course ask if they can verify that is what they meant, a simple yes or other word of affirmation to tell me that they did not misspeak or mistype or just to reassure me in some way that they wont have an excuse to change their mind later and say I interpreted it wrong. This seems like the most simple and reasonable request, but they really donât seem to like it. I simply repeat what they said, and ask if that is correct, and for some of them thatâs apparently a sin. I ask âoh thatâs what you want me to do? Can we do that?â And expect a âyesâ in response, instead they tell me to see the message Iâm asking for their affirmation on. Thatâs not a yes! Thatâs not an answer to my question! I now have to go on with uncertainty in my feeble human mind because itâs apparently way too fucking hard to say yes. Fuck off
I need the whole world to be autistic. Iâd rather endure 1 million heated debates over which way is the optimal way to format something argued by people who are so stubbornly stuck in their ways that the heat death of the universe will happen before they cede their ground, than have to deal with these non-autistics and their guessing games for the rest of my life. I canât fucking do this shit. Why are you even requesting testing from me if you donât even know what you want tested and how, why are you like this?!?????
#I am going insane. I started crying in the lab as one after another more and more things become unclear#Delia original#ramblings#ranting
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wip wednesday
y'all - i feel like i've been so fucking annoying lately but i'm here to request one thing of you - give me some juicy snippets to read because i'm finally on top of my shit. and i've always wanted to start wip wednesday (for all i know someone has already started it but don't rain on my parade! let me live in denial) and now i maybe can. This is from ALTA which is (omg) so close to being posted. 10 days. fuck. i'm not ready (i am).
âSheâs really gone, isnât she?â TK asks, his voice breaking as his head remains burrowed into Carlosâ shoulder. Heâs stopped shaking now, which Carlos takes to be a good sign, but heâs cried so persistently that the whole front of Carlosâ jacket is wet.Â
He pauses, leans back and cups TKâs face in his hands, using his thumbs to brush away a few errant tears. He briefly considers making a passionate speech about TKâs mother being dead but not gone â living on in his heart â but then he decides for pragmatism. He thinks TK will appreciate that more, anyway.
âYes,â he says simply. âBut that doesnât mean itâs easy to accept.â
TK sniffs, his glazed eyes staring helplessly into Carlosâ own. âWhat do I do now, Carlos?â
Carlos sighs, brushing away another of TK's tears. âIâm not really sure, TK,â he admits. âBut right now, I can take you home. It might be nice to cry somewhere that isnât your high school computer lab.â
A tiny, hesitant smile appears at the corners of TKâs mouth. âI think my dad will be relieved,â he says. âHe keeps asking why I havenât cried yet, like it's some kind of crime.â
âWell, heâs definitely going to be pleased to see you,â Carlos points out, as TK nods tearfully.Â
âCould youâ Do you mind coming with me?â TK asks as Carlos steps back and drops his hands. âI donât really want to be alone and my dad is driving me nuts. My other friendsâŠthey wouldnât understand.â
âI hope they do understand, TK,â Carlos replies solemnly, collecting his books and following TK out of the darkened classroom. âI think everyone will do their best to support you.â
TK makes a non-committal sound as they walk down the empty hall â devoid of students â amplifying the sound of their sneakers on the linoleum. âNot like you,â he says, after a pause. âI know weâve only been friends for a little bit, but youâre different.â
âOh yeah?â Carlos asks, pushing open the front doors and following TK down the steps. âIn what way?â
TK pauses, looking back up at Carlos as he descends the stairs, a pensive look on his face. âYouâre good, Carlos,â he replies simply. âYouâre good for me.â
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Songs for GF Edits: Ideas
RĂ€t - Penelope Scott -> Mystery Trio
First 4 verses: Ford to Bill
I come from scientists and atheists and White men who kill God They make technology high quality complex physiological Experiments and sacrilege in the name of public good They taught me everything Just like a daddy should And you were beautiful and vulnerable And power and success God damn I fell for you your flamethrowers Your tunnels and your tech I studied code because I wanted To do something great like you And the real tragedy is half of it was true But we've been fucking mean We're elitist We're as flawed as any Church And this faux rad west coast dogma Has a higher fucking net worth I bit the apple 'cuz I trusted you But it tastes like Thomas Malthus Your proposal is immodest and insane And I hope someday Selmers rides her fucking train I loved you, I loved you, I loved you, it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I thought it was true I feel so stupid and so used I feel so used
Next 4 verses: Fiddleford to Ford
First verse
I was your baby, your first born The hot girl in your comp sci class And I was Darwin's prep school dream Bred, born and raised to kick your ass I fell for circuit boards, rocket ships, pictures of the stars If you could only be what you pretend you are
Second, third and fourth verses: The fight in the lab after
When I said take me to the moon I never meant take me alone I thought if mankind toured the sky It meant all of us could go But I don't want to see the stars if they're just one more piece of land For you to colonize For us to turn to sand Because we're so fucking mean, we're so elitist We're as fucked as any church And this bullshit west coast dogma Has a higher fucking net worth I bit the apple 'cuz I loved you And why would you lie And then I realized you're just as naive as I am You're so traumatized it makes me wanna cry You dumb bitch I loved you, I loved you, I loved you it's true I wanted to be you and do what you do I lived here, I loved here, I bought it ,it's true I'm so embarrassed I feel abused
Next 4 verses: Stan to Ford
First verse: Stan to his dad
Well I don't wanna eat the rich I'd have to eat my hero's first And my tuition's paid by blood I might deserve your fate or worse But I don't need your goddamn money I don't need jack shit from you So when I speak you bet your life my words are true
Second verse: Stan trying to convince Ford to make up.
Let me level with you man As someone guilty of the game I took the help I took the cash I would've taken your last name So if any girl on earth Should get to make a call about this It would be me and as I see it You're a dick
Third verse: The twins' fight.
* This would be Stan saying "you promised to be my brother but you're just like dad"
** Showing the portal, comparing it to the Stan O' War
So fuck your tunnels fuck your cars Fuck your rockets fuck your cars again *You promised you'd be Tesla *But you're just another Edison Because Tesla broke a patent All you ever broke were hearts **I can't believe you tore humanity apart **With the very same machines that could've been our brand new start
Fourth verse: The moment right before Stan pushes Ford
And the worst part is I loved you, I loved you, I loved you it's true And sometimes I feel like I still fucking do I lived here, I loved here, I thought it was true I'm so embarrassed I feel abused
Last verse
Stan
I feel so used
Fiddleford
I feel so used
Ford
Take me to the moon Because I feel so used I feel so used
#i don't know how to animate but these ideas will not leave my mind#if anyone wants to use them please do!!!! i'd love to see it too tag me :)#expect a few of these#gf song ideas#<<<official tag#gravity falls#mystery trio#hells originals
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Sun didn't actually scream or anything surprisingly, he was more quiet and resigned, hopeless, the episode had him finally start to really question what he was put through with Old Moon, and now New Moon, how he realizes Old Moon was a toxic person, how much he got hurt by him, he even questions if he'd want a life without Moon considering how badly he's been hurt, but immediately feels awful for saying it, he hates that he even feels anger because feeling anger reminds him too much of being infected with Eclipse and he hates that too, he recalls the other dimension he went to where Moon kept his Killcode and Eclipse never appeared, where they seemed happier, not perfect but happier, yet there was no Lunar or Earth, and he questions if Moon was never there if he'd be happy or go insane from the isolation, that he acknowledges Moon could be good and kind, but there's so much worse stuff he's done, all the anger and pain, that outweighs the good, and he still is absolutely shocked and is having a hard time processing that Moon tried to kill Earth and questions if Old Moon could've ever been pushed to hurt them like that, that he's terrified, it doesn't feel like he's processed everything as there's a lot and the episode sort of cut off weirdly, but I am surprised it took this long, and took so much going wrong, for Sun to finally have this conversation with himself, because everyone who's been through an abusive situation like this if given time to think will have this conversation, it feels like Sun's finally starting to realize how bad things were and are, I do not believe he disowned Moon here as some people think but he's reaching his limit with all the hurt and he has every right to be very upset at the moment with Moon's relapse, especially since Earth is still injured after getting burned by star power, and besides I doubt the show would make them permanently separate, so that's what happened, and Jack facilitated it, hugging Sun and reminding him there are people who still love him
huh.. well thats not something I expected- actual development in Sun? woah!
like I know I sound sarcastic but man- I was here when Eclipse was introduced! Im THAT old of a fan- so to finally have Sun take a step back from the yell and cry to finally see all the hurt he's been put to by someone he wanted to call family.. is a lot
but a lot in the right was as you said- he is finally seeying how bad his own abuse was- because he always made it small- a joke to laugh at because no one else cared- Monty beat him up too- yet no one cared until now- when people from outside told him thats not ok
or are you gonna tell me- having many sticks to hit your brother was actually that funny? mh?
I knew the ep wouldnt end in any good way to feel satisfactions- thats something I been feeling for most eps rn- is feels rushed , somethimes full- but cut down too fast- others so dull and long is feels empty..
but the fact he is finally thinking of it all is a step no matter what.. then again- the fact its happening NOW is bothering.. personally
he had a chance to have all of this thinking when he blew up Moon's space lab- when he had his break down- I always said that was his moment to finally reach his limit- no more cry but a yell of anger and determination to put a stop to his own abuse- he got far enough to face Eclipse- he could have gotten a better arc but Earth showed up..
what I think his new arc is , is that of the Older Brother- no longer the one to cry in the side- or the one to shake and need guide- but the one who finally stays calm , sure suffers, but is focused.. hes been showing this change ever so slowly- yet I think this is the final drop to finally FINALLY make him the protagonist he was supposed to be..
that or Davis choose to have him go back to be a side character by having someone else step in- be the leader and fix it up- leaving Sun with just another ep were fans worry- then the showrunners make fun of it all.. but I hope is not the case again- I dont want another "show he is not ok- then say he is ok"
like - please just have him be the protagonist of his own show- have him face Moon- maybe do a parallel to the Bunker scene- The OG one with Sun talking sense to a insane Moon , but Sun stays serious- he tells Moons his truth..
that sure- Moon arent perfect- they are not meant to be the kind one, they are meant to be a bit bad but have their good side- old moon - despite it all- choosed to leave his own coding , his own written instinct aside to give the person he was made to live with a better life.. he loved Sun more than he loved Himself..
Sun should be the one to face the one he was once merge with, the one he knows better that anyone else- even Monty- he lived with Moon for more than 10 years by the lore canon- he should be able to face him- and maybe, just maybe tell him he didnt failed- sure mess up but.. he doesnt have to be the villain Creator originally wanted him to be..
or anything really- just .. I want Sun, if he really is finally facing his own shadows and traumas, to face it directly, face the person who hurted him- and finally end the circle..
aah long post so sorry
#ask#sams#aa long but I have so much to say about Sun many lost arcs and chances#he had so many chances to be a hero- he didn once but thats was always forgotten -he saved Moon once#Sun is the most strong character-in both body and mind-yet often is pushed aside due to also being the most nervious#but he deserves a better arc- one were he is the leader actually does something right
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ááá°á°á©áY: You and Peter have always been very flirty and touchy with each other. You chalked it up to just how he is, not that you minded. But what happens when Peter gets hit with Hydraâs infamous sex pollen and all he seems to be doing is moaning your name.Â
áŻá©ááIáGá: smut of course lol 18+ (virgin kink?, first time!reader, experienced!Peter, etc, unprotected sex cuz i forgot to write that lol be safe though, and a digusting amount of fluff)Â
á©/á: (non/dub con as per usual with sex pollen fics) although i tried to make as consensual as possibleÂ
áŻOááȘ áOááT: 4.0k (iâm so sorry this is so long lmao)
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âWeâre back!â Tony shouted, his voice echoing in the building. They had gone on a mission to infiltrate yet another Hydra base.
Peter was currently sitting and watching television and you were watching from the kitchen making two drinks for you and Peter. You both looked to the team walking in before scurrying beside Bruce and Tony who walked straight into the lab.Â
âWhat did you get this time?â you asked excitedly. Sometimes the team brings back really cool things back from missions and in particular the Hydra missions have the coolest things. Unusually, Thor too walked in the lab before you all circled around the table and Tony placed a plant.Â
He backs away as did Bruce and Thor so after looking at Peter with wide eyes you both also stepped back.Â
âWhat is it?â Peter whispered.
âA plant,â Thor said.
âNot shit, Goldilocks. What does it do? You told us to take home, now what?â Tony said.
âWell, Man of Iron, itâs a sex pollen plant.â
âA what?â you gasped.
âMost planets use this as a sort of breeding plant; some species donât really have the⊠stamina that Midgardians and Asgardians have.â
As Thor explained this, Tony and Bruce huddle away from the plant moving towards the computer to write down notes and data about what Thor was telling them. You followed pursuit also being intrigued by it.Â
Unfortunately Peter did not follow and instead moved closer to the plant to take a closer look. The flower was beautiful. The petals were a soft shade of periwinkle and the pollen was yellow almost like gold. The same shade of golden yellow dust swirled around the flower itself. It was hypnotizing. He really wanted to smell it.
Suddenly as Peter got closer just to give it a quick sniff, he could smell an almost overbearing amount of your scent. That delicious scent of vanilla and lavender that you smelled so nicely of. That scent that made Peter want to run his hands through your hair and his nose along your neck.Â
âOne thing you should never do is inhale its pollen, if one does it could heighten their desires into madness.â
Peter looked up with wide eyes knowing he just did something he probably shouldn't have done.Â
âWhat desires exactly?â Bruce asked.
âWell, sex.â
Peter started coughing.
âPete are you ok?â you asked walking up to him.
He looked you in your eyes and his own dilated insanely. You backed away slightly concerned for your friend only for him to take a step closer to you. The lab coated with silence analyzing his behavior since it was so unlike him. Tony got up from sitting on a stool and Thor puffed his chest anticipating his next move; he was certain the boy breathed in the plantâs pollen.Â
âIt smelled just like you,â he whispered close to your face; his hands reaching under your shirt slightly.
The minute he put his hands on you, all three men ran you and Peter. Bruce pulled you behind him while Tony and Thor grabbed Peter dragging him away from you. You felt hot after what Peter had just done; in front of people too. He thrashed in Thorâs and Tonyâs grasp, groaning and shouting from them to let him go.Â
You felt tears brimming your eyes. You did not like Peter like this. He was crying and begging to be with you, which youâll admit surprised you.Â
âWhatâs happening to him?â you asked from behind Banner.
âThe boy seems to have inhaled the pollen as I said not to do.â
âYeah I get that! Why is he crying? Is he hurt?â you asked.
âNot exactly, the pollen will affect his mind and simulate pain as if he were to die, but his body will be perfectly fine.â
âWhat?â you all said at the same time.
âHow do we fix it?â Tony asked.
âY/n, baby. Please,â Peter practically moaned making everyone kind of uncomfortable.
âWell, the only way Iâm aware of is, well, sex. And it seems like Peter desires the young lady,â you eyes widened and you shifted under everyoneâs stares.Â
âNo, no way,â Tony said; you were like a daughter to Tony and therefore boys were something he wasnât too keen on the idea of you having. He still thinks youâre too young even though youâre already a consenting adult.Â
âTony, the boy-â
âNo, Iâm not letting Y/n do that. Weâll find a different cure. Take him to his room and donât let him out.â
âTony, are you sure about this?â Bruce asked Tony.
âYes Iâm sure, Banner. Thereâs no way in hell Iâm putting her in that situation. Itâs not fair. Now come on, more time talking, less time finding a cure.â
âTechnically thereâs already a cure,â Thor muttered.Â
âGo!â Tony pushed him out.Â
âIs he gonna be ok?â you softly asked, hearing his cries and screams for you as Thor took him to is room.
âHeâs gonna be alright, bug,â Tony said, hugging you.Â
Steve and Nat both walked in the lab after changing out of their clothes concerned with all the screaming they had been hearing.
âWhat happened?â Nat asked.
âThor had us bring this plant home for analysis and turns out this shit makes anyone who smells the pollen horny as hell.â
âReally? Come on Tony, we heard the kid crying and screaming. Whatâs really going on?â Steve didnât believe him at first.
âHe wants to⊠have sex,â Bruce said shyly.
âWait really?â Nat asked.
âWith who?â Steve hesitantly asked curiously.
Tony and Bruce simply look at you, which you curled into yourself feeling embarrassed.Â
âOh no, honey are you ok? Did he do anything?â Nat asked, holding your hand.
âIâm fine, Iâm just worried about him.â
âDonât. Weâll fix this I promise,â Tony said getting to work.
Well now itâs been 8 hours and Peter is still crying and moaning your name. You had been in Nat's room with her, Steve, and Bucky. Sam and Thor had been outside âpatrollingâ Peterâs room making sure he was as ok as he can be, though itâs been proven that he seems to be in excruciating pain.Â
Tony and Bruce had been in the lab the entire day, youâd think they made wonderful progress and found a cure by now but no. All theyâve found was normal samples of Peterâs⊠everything. He was physically perfectly fine.Â
You were very quiet as they played video games and watched movies. You couldnât help but feel burdened because you knew you could fix all of this. All you needed to do was go to Peterâs room and let him have his way with you. Itâs not like you wouldnât mind. You and Peter have always had this sort of tension and extra friendly behavior between you guys ever since you met.Â
To say you hadnât developed feelings for him would be a huge lie.Â
âAre you ok?â Nat asked you.
âNo, not really.â
âI know you want to help him but itâs for the better. Let Tony and Bruce find a cure.â
âActually that wonât be happening anytime soon,â Thor said, walking with Sam.Â
âWhat happened?â Steve asked.
âThey havenât found anything and although Peter will be physically fine, mentally he could be extremely traumatized by the time they find something, if anything. The pollen mimics physical pain until sexual âneedsâ are fulfilled by the person they desire most,â Thor looked to you at the end.Â
âI want to help him,â you said.
âY/n, thatâs not fair to you,â Steve said.
âAnd itâs not fair to Peter if I donât help! He didnât mean to smell the flower. I can't just sit here waiting for nothing to happen when I can go in there and help him!â you argued, âIf I donât, heâll not only hate you for keeping me away from him but me too for not trying.â
âDonât be silly, heâd never hate you,â Nat said.
âHe will if Iâm the reason heâs going to be traumatized for the rest of his life.â
âCome with me,â Nat said, holding your hand.
âNat,â Steve warned.
âSteve, you and I both know this has to happen. Theyâre adults,â Nat shot back.Â
You followed Nat out of the room.Â
âAre you absolutely sure about this? Your first time should be special-â
âFirst time?â your eyes widen.
âY/n, I know you're a virgin.â
âIâm not a virgin,â you mumbled.
âReally? When was your first?â she poked.
âIt was- was in, it was high school,â you stuttered.
âWith who?â
â... Tommy?â you said after a long moment of silence, trying to come up with a name.
âTommy?â Nat smirked.
âYeah, he was in my history class,â you lied.
âOk weâll work on that,â she said.
âOn what?â
âLying.â
âHey, virginity is merely a social construct made by men who think their tiny dicks have the ability to change a womanâs life. Itâs gonna be like a five second pump; Iâll be in and out,â Nat laughed at that.
âOk, fine. Follow me.â
You followed her to Peterâs room where his moans and groans got louder with each step you got closer. Truthfully you were a bit nervous about the situation. Sure you did imagine your first to be extra special in a dim lit room with flowers and with someone you love. Well, now it looks like itâs going to be a dark room with your best friend whoâs in the room driven by magic sex pollen, but at least you love him.Â
You got to the door and Peter instantly knew you were on the other side. His senses overwhelmed him with your scent, your racing heart beat. You exchanged a few words with Nat before she hugged you and left you to go into his room alone.Â
You slipped inside and immediately met with Peter crawling on the floor to you in nothing but a pair of boxers; a large prominent tent formed where his dick was.Â
âY/n, youâre here,â he rubbed your legs and kissed your thighs softly still on the floor at your feet.Â
âYeah, I am. Iâm here to help you,â you said shakily.
âOh god, you smell so good,â his hand reached up behind your thighs towards your ass and you panicked.Â
âPeter wait,â you pulled his hand away.Â
âWhat, baby? Whatâs wrong?â he too panicked.
âNothing, I just⊠Iâm kinda scared.â
âOf what? Of me?â he stood up and backed away from you.
âNo! Not of you. Iâve never⊠done this, you know?â
âY/n, why are doing this then- ugh!â he groaned, a wave of need and sexual frustration rushed over him making his body cramp.Â
âI want to help you,â you grabbed his hand; he pulled his hand back very quickly and retracted his body over to the bed.Â
âPeter, please let me help you,â you walked over to him.
âNo, Y/n. I canât do that to you.â
You were getting tired of his arguing. You wanted to do this. You rushed to him and took your shirt off hoping thatâll prove a point or something.Â
âLook, look. I want to help you, Pete. Let me do that,â you cupped his face making him look at you.Â
His eyes were so dilated nearly black as he looked into your eyes. His hands caressed your bare stomach and lower back making goosebumps rise across your body. He leaned forward running his nose along your neck breathing you in. He used every ounce of control he had in his body to not flip you on the bed rail you into the mattress. He had to be gentle. The idea of you never have been touched shouldn't have turned him on as much as it does.Â
Your stomach fluttered and you let out a shaky breath. Arousal pooled in your underwear with each move that Peter made. Your hands rested on his shoulders unsure of what to do but thankfully Peter moved your hands in his hair and you gently ran your fingers through his curly brown locks as he kissed and nibbled at your neck.Â
He moved your bra strap down your shoulder tracing his lips along your collarbone to your shoulder.
âI'm so sorry, baby,â he whispered against your skin.
âItâs ok Pete, I want to help you. Teach me. Teach me how to make you feel good.âÂ
He practically growled picking you up and laying you on his bed. He kissed your stomach and left small bites and purple marks littered across your belly. He looked at you to make sure you were ok before pulling your shorts down your legs and off to the side. He continued to kiss up and down your legs growing harder at the small pants and gasps you made above him.Â
âI'm gonna give you a little taste, ok darling?â he whispered against your inner thighs.
You nodded and lifted your hips off the bed for Peter to easily take your underwear off. You grew embarrassed at how wet you were. Peter only chuckled before going in a licking along your entrance. You gasped and clenched your thighs together, only to wrap around Peterâs head pulling him closer to you.
This isnât Peterâs first time eating a girl out so he was obviously quite skilled in bringing you a lot of pleasure from his tongue alone. Now in his twenties, after high school and after his identity was revealed, Peter somewhat tumbled his way into playboy town just like his mentor.Â
Girls left and right shot their chance to spend a night in the spider boyâs bed. But when Peter met you, oh boy, the kid fell in love. You were this innocent little thing that Peter just wanted to hold and take care of all the time. He couldnât take his eyes off you. He stopped seeing other women in hopes that one day youâd be out of your mind enough to give him a shot.Â
Now here you were, laying in his bed like an angel, letting him have his way with you because he was shithead and smelled the flower when he wasnât supposed to.Â
Your hips squirmed around, pressure building up in the pit of your stomach. You moaned loudly as you got closer to your oragsm. Your hands went to Peterâs hair making him hum when you tugged on his hair. His vibrations pushed over the edge and you came for the first time that night on Peterâs face.
âGod that was hot, baby. Are you ok?â he asked, crawling up your body after discarding his boxers.
âYeah, that was amazing,â you cupped his face, smiling.
He leaned down and kissed you for the first time ever. His hands roamed your almost naked body except for your bra of which you still had on. Not for long of course. Peter leaned back to sit up pulling you with him so you were now sitting straddling his lap.Â
You could feel his dick against you and your body shuddered in arousal. His hands wrapped around you to skillfully remove your bra, the last piece of clothing left on you. When he did so you covered yourself in instinct never having been naked in front of anyone before in your life.Â
âDonât cover up princess. Youâre so beautiful. I wanna see you,â he whispered, cupping his hand under your chin so you could look at him.
âSorry, itâs- Itâs a lot,â you whispered back.Â
âI know and Iâll try to go slow but if Iâm not inside you right now I think Iâm gonna pass out,â he moaned.Â
You looked down in between your bodies to find Peterâs dick big, swollen, and red. You felt bad because you donât know if itâll fit inside you and it looks painful.Â
âPlease, Yn,â Peter had tears in eyes begging for you to take the pain away.
âOk, Iâm ready.â
Peter grabbed his cock and lined up to your entrance. You got up and slowly sank down feeling him stretching you out. With how aroused and wet you were after Peterâs mouth you were able to slide all the way down without feeling too much pain.
Peter moaned when he bottomed out and grabbed your face you kiss passionately. You moved slowly up and down and soon all the pain you felt subsided into pleasure and you too started moaning above him.Â
âYou look so fucking good riding me, princess.â
His words made you moan even more embarrassed that everyone can probably hear you and Peter having sex. You bit your lip in hopes to silence the moans as much as possible, but Peter didnât like that.
âDonât. I want everyone in this building to know who fucking you this good,â he flipped you over onto you back and started thrusting wildly.Â
âLet them know what a good little girl you are for daddy. Let them know whoâs name youâre gonna be screaming all night.â
âPeter oh god,â you moaned.
âHuh? You like it when I call you a good girl?â
âYes!â
âMy good girl. My little slut,â Peter groaned in your ear.
You were getting insanely close to your climax and Peterâs words only sped up the approach.Â
âDaddy, I think Iâm close,â you whispered, pleasure becoming overwhelming.
âLet go baby. Cum all over my cock,â he said.
Your oragsm ripped through you and you practically screamed into his ear. Pleasure came over you in a huge wave. Your eyes screwed shut and your legs wrapped around Peterâs torso pulling him impossibly close. Your body felt limp under Peterâs and when you opened your eyes Peter's face held worrisome and frustration.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â you asked.
âI havenât came,â his voice trembled.
âItâs ok. We can keep going,â you said tiredly.
âI donât want to hurt you,â he buried his face in your neck.
âYou wonât hurt me, Peter. I promise.â
He kissed softly before gently flipping you over and thrusted into furiously.
Six hours later Peter finally came after you did so nine times; and that was before you stopped counting. Your body shook and Peter cleaned you up. He had a small fridge where he kept drinks from time to time and grabbed a water bottle for you to drink.Â
You breathed heavily after drinking a copious amount of water before laying back down. You turned to check the clock on his bedside and saw that it was around three thirty in the morning. Peter crawled into bed with you, both still naked not caring enough to change. He held you impossibly close, burying his face in your shoulder.Â
âIâm so sorry. Are you ok?â he mumbled in your skin.Â
âI mean it was a lot,â you chuckled.
âI swear if it werenât for that stupid fucking pollen our first time would have been softer and special,â he said, making you look at him with surprise.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
âUh, well, look. Y/n, I really like you and I know that timing is horrible but itâs true. I promise.â
âWell, I like you too,â you smiled at him.
âReally?â
âYeah!â
âWow. God, youâre amazing. Thank you for today,â he whispered, cuddling you close.
âOf course. Iâd do anything for you.âÂ
You both fell asleep soundly in each other's arms until you both woke up the next day from loud yet muffled voices downstairs. The sun was shining very bright, lighting the whole room up brightly. You stirred around and peeked over Peterâs sleeping body to find that it was around noon already and you two were still in bed.Â
Peter moved a bit slowly waking up. You turned around to face and watched his beautiful face slowly come to life. His eyes met your eyes and you both smiled before bursting into giggles; hiding your face in his chest.Â
âWeâll have to get up soon, you know,â he said, making you sigh dramatically.
âLetâs run away, before they make fun of us. They had to have heard, right?â you said, slightly panicked.
Peter just laughed and shook his head. He reached to kiss you, moving your hair off your neck eyes widening.Â
âOh man,â he said, thumb rubbing the dark spots he left on you.
âWhat?â You pushed the sheets off your body feeling intensely sore. You heard Peter gasped as you trotted to a mirror.
Your body was covered in bruises and hickeys that Peter left for literally everyone to see. When you looked in the mirror you yelled Peterâs name completely shocked at the state of your body.Â
âI canât believe you!â
âWell, in my opinion I think you looking fucking sexy,â he said coming up behind you.
âI like them,â you said shyly, âBut everyoneâs gonna see them, no?â
âIâm sorry, it wonât happen next time.â
âNext time?â
âHell yeah. Only if you want of course,â he chuckled, âLetâs take a shower before we grab some food.â
That was filled with giggles and little touches. Kisses were exchanged practically every minute. You both came out of the shower and Peter so generously lent you a pair of clean boxers and one of his shirts fitting way too big on you. He wore these delicious looking grey sweatpants and a tight fitted black shirt. You practically drooled over him.
âNo, later,â he winked.
He grabbed your hand, intertwining your fingers before heading down stairs preparing for what could be an upcoming disaster. You came down stairs meeting everyone appearing to be arguing probably over what you did. Everyone noticed you two and immediately stopped conversing.Â
Tony sat on a stool, arms crossed and an unamused look staring at you both while everyone else looked down or at each other, anywhere at but you guys.
âBefore you say anything, everything that happened is my fault,â Peter pulled you behind him.Â
Tony simply looked at you and made you feel shy and ashamed somewhat under his gaze. He told you to stay away and you didnât listen.
âDonât even look at her. She has nothing to do with this,â he said when Tony shifted his gaze.
âRelax, kid. Look we all talked. Thor told me about the effects the pollen can have mentally and the trauma it can impact when âuntreatedâ for too long. We werenât going to find a cure anytime soon and I donât even want to think about the consequences youâd have to pay because I'm a stubborn old man who didnât like seeing the kids not be kids anymore. You both are adults and I had no right to interfere with that. Besides everyone knows you two are in love.â
âWeâre not in love,â Peter mumbled.
âLove is such a strong word,â you mumbled simultaneously.Â
âDonât argue with me,â Tony said.Â
âSorry,â you both whispered.
âIâm sorry,â he admitted.
âWe also agreed that starting today we will be installing soundproofing in both of your rooms and Y/n, maybe put some ice onâŠâ he pointed to your neck but then waved around your whole body because you were pretty beaten up.Â
âThanks, guys,â Peter said holding your hand again.
âCongrats on getting the girl finally,â Steve said.
Before you two left you saw Nat wink at you and you smiled running away with Peter most likely to go cuddle and maybe fuck another round if your body feels better. As much as you hate to admit, thank god Peter smelled that fucking plant.Â
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hello đđ» i was wondering if you could write different kissing/kisses scenarios with Jonathan? just tooth rotting fluff, maybe a desperate kiss where they feel they might lose one another or something yanno? THANK YOU ILYILY
YES!!!
Note I don't have access to my laptop, that's why this time is a bit different, so I'm sorry if this came out weird because I'm typing it from my phone.
Either was I hope you enjoy!
((LOOK AT THOSE LIPS!!.. I'D KISS HIM!!))
âą Morning Kiss
Jonathan groaned annoyingly at the one ray of sun light that was able to escape the dark heavy curtains of the equally dark room. His first instinct was to get up from the bed, move to the curtains ,and close them properly. However, that was all forgotten when her realized the small weight that pressed his arm to the bed, he smiled as he looked down at your sleeping face. Carefully, Jonathan layed back down, ignoring the light that woke him up and focused at you. He has said how he loved the look of fear in people's faces, but when he is with you he wants to see nothing but your smiles and the peaceful look you have now as upu slept. Leaning down, he gently pressed his lips to yours and proceeded to shower you with kiss, when he heard your giggles it encouraged him to keep going, until you are fully up, which would take a while. The master of fear had always preferred the night, but since he met you he started to love mornings even more.
âąAngry Kiss
"Fuck You!" You yelled before turning away to leave to your room.
"(Y/n), please wait!" Called Jonathan and he walked after you.
"No!" You said mot stopping as you went up the stairs. "You alway do that, you promise you'd make time for me everytime, and lile everytime I belive you, like an Idiot!"
When you were almost about to reach your room jonathan graped your wrist to stop you. It wasn't a strong hold, a gentle one that you could get free if you pulled your hand away hard enough. But you didn't and just stopped in your place but did not face him.
"I know I have been a terrible boyfriend to you, my love." He started. "I am so sorry,but please know that I am truely trying so hard to spend more time with you, but the Legion-"
"The Legion this, the Legion that, with how much you use them as an excuse you sound like a broken record!" You spat before pulling your arm away and faced him. He looked so guilty but you stood your ground. "I know your reputation as a villain is important, and I was ready to be patient through it all, when you have your all nighters, your meetings, and even when you get send to Arkham."
"My love-"
"7 MONTHS!!" He cut him off. "We haven't been able to be alone in the same room let alone set together for 7 months, I don't even remember that I have a boyfriend unless I see the news to see you in it!"
"I promise to be there more!" He said quickly. "I will take a break from the Legion, I will even take us on a vacation to that place you love so much, even if the Legion called me for assistant I will ignore them, I will be here for you for as long as you want me! "
All that didn't effect you because he said it all before, but what calmed your anger is what he said it next.
"Please...don't leave me."
His voice sounded so broken and lost. there was a pause between you two before you let out and angry groan, and get a hold of his shirt collar, which suprised him, and pulled him to you, where your crashed your lips to his. Jonathan was so lost and confused but he didn't pull away and gave in to you. The kiss was so agressive, heated, and before you pulled away you bit his lower lip making him wince in pain. The bute drew a bit of blood.
"You better keep your promise this time." You smirked. "Or I'll have to punish you~"
âą Desperate Kiss
Like the joker you were Jonathan's Harley, but unlike the mad clown jonathan never abused you. In fact, he'd always keep you close to him at all times, you were his lab partner, the first head seek their opinion on his next plan, and whenever they'd face the batman, he'd send the henchmen to fight while dragging you with him to escape. There were couple of times where you were caught and sent to jail, and because you are not insane the judge would always send to spend time in regular jail for women which makes jonathan go into a frenzy, needing couple of guards to hold him down as the others took you away. Of course, the moment he escapes arkham he breaks you out the same night.
It wasn't long for a rumor to break loss of the two of you dating. You ignored it, which was hard considering how Harley and Ivy would poke you around to make you "Confess", which was never satisfying since your answer was always "We are not dating". The rumor became a reality, when jonathan confessed his love for you and asking you out for a date. Least to say, you were lovely dovey, even when your relationship lasted years, you still acted as if you were have become lovers recently. Despite the ups and Downs of being beaten by the bat, and seperated in court, you were happy.
Until that Halloween night, where Jonathan had planned something... really... Very ...bad. It was so bad that after you were caught and sentenced to jail for life as usual you found out from TV that Jonathan was sentenced to death. You felt your face grow pale and body grow cold at the news. He was being guarded by batman himself to assure he won't escape, that same night you had sever panic attack that they sent your to the infirmary to calm you down before you hurt yourself or others. You tried to escape by yourself but it always failed and ended up with you being beaten by the gaird and sent to solitary. One night a couple of guards took you away and sneaked you out of jail, you were confused by the lake of show, jonathan would put as he broke you out, but you were still excited, thinking he had escaped and came to get you. But was disappointed when you handed a letter from him telling you leave to the agreed location, and with it was tickets. The same day you escaped prison you left the country with the confident that Jonathan will come after you. Months past and you heard nothing from him or of him. Every day you'd go to the post office and asked if there was any letters by your "Fake Name" but every time nothing, you'd stay up at night thinking he'd be walking through the door every moment now.
After a whole year had and you broke down crying because by now you believed that jonathan had died a long time ago and you were hanging to a hope that wasn't there. You were crying so hard that you didn't notice the warm arms that wrapped around you until you were brought against a hard chest. You gasped and looked uo only to be met with tearful blue eyes of jonathan. You didn't think, you quickly wrapped your arms tightly around his neck and pulled him to a desperate kiss, he kissed you back as his hand went and and down your back to calm you down. When you stopped kissing you didn't pull away and only hugged him tighter and rested your head on his shoulder.
"P..Please ...don't go away.. " You begged between sniffs, thinking this was just a hallucination. "Don't leave me alone again."
Jonathan hugged you tighter, deeply regretting not giving a sign of him being alive, how he broke out, how he needed to do many favors for other villains to help him retire, obtain enough money to last you a life time,and live the peaceful life you both have ever dreamed of.
"I promise, I won't."
âą Distracting Kiss
You came home from work excited. They finally gave you the vacation that you have been asking for and you wanted nothing more than to spend it with Jonathan. You were daydreaming about all the things you had planned for the both of you when you almost tripped and fell over something, you looked down and recognized the item as Jonathan's shos.
You let out a sigh. Everytime he leaves his shoes at the door like that, it means that he had hurried to his lab to work again. Normally you'd just shrug it off and just head off and make food for him so he won't starve himself... Again. However, today you will no have that. You put your things aside and went to the basement where he had set a mini lab for him to work in, his original lab was in his secret hideout, but he still set a lab in your home so he won't have to go back and forth over small things. You stopped at the end of the stairs and just stared at a hunched over jonathan who was writing on paper as if it was his last day.
"Jonathan." You called sweetly. He lifted his head to look at you and give you a tired smile before going back to his work. That didn't set well with you. "What are you doing?"
"I am working on a new formula for the fear toxin." He answered not noticing you coming closer. "It came to me on my way back home-"
He stopped talking, writing, and breathing when you wrapped your arms around him, and pressed your front ti his back. But that wasn't what made him stop functioning, it was the kisses you were placing in the back of his neck and with how your hand were moving around his body. He let out a sigh of pleasure that he couldn't hold in.
"(Y/n) dear... Please stop." His voice struggling. "I need to go back to work."
"And I need attention." You pressed your body on him more to be able to whisper in his ear. "A lot of it."
Jonathan tried to resist you could see it. He took his pen again and started to continue writing but this time slower than before. You held back a laugh at his determination, and decided to do your own testing, you started kissing up and down his neck. You knew all his weak spots and so it was only a matter of minutes before Jonathan gave up and turned around to give a direct kiss, which muffled your laughs as he lifted you up to your shared room where he will give you all the attention you want.
âąChaste Kiss
You and jonathan were setting together in the living room, you were watching whatever was on TV on the wide sofa, while he was reading in his seperated chair. Expect, he wasn't reading at all, he was staring at you while resting his head on his hand. You looked so beautiful, that he knew very well when he first saw you, but your beauty became even greater the moment he knew you more. You were so smart, sweet, kind, and most importantly patient. When he would be sent to arkham, when he would come injured from a failed crime attempt, when he made a lab in your basement. The list can go forever, yet she still stayed with him and when he asked her why she just answered with...
"I love you, that's why."
It bewildered him, confused him, he found no sense to give up all that for someone just because they loved them, but the warm feeling he felt by your words silenced everything else. He never told you those words, but that doesn't mean the feeling isn't mutual. His eyes trailed to her lips, which made him realize how in the past he hated any kind of physical touch, that just the mention of kissing made him feel disgust. But now he doesn't seem to have enough from her sweet kisses, even in their intimate moments he would make sure to ravish her lips the most... Aside from other areas.
"Why are you smiling?" You asked pulling him out of his train of thought, you also were smiling but he could also see a bit of blush obviously embarrassed by the realization that he was staring at her while smiling.
Jonathan didn't answer, he careful closed his book and got up and left to the other room, missing the pout you had, but it was quickly replaced with bewilderment as he came back after putting his book away, and instead of setting back in his chair he went to set next to her. (Y/n) still looked confused but pleased, he smiled down at her before placing his hand on her cheek and leaned in to kiss her. He could feel her tense in surprise before quickly relaxing. The kiss wasn't heated or deep, just a simple and gentl kiss.
"Jonathan, what-" you tried to asked after the two of you pulled away but he cut you off with un expected words.
"I love you." He said as he stared into her wide eyes.
He never said those words for he preferred his actions to speak louder, but those simple words seemed to please his lover quite a lot.
âąUnexpected Kiss
"Shit!" You exclaimed as you jumped up from your desk and started gathering papers and other items from your desk. Jonathan who once in a while would visit your office for a coffee break looked confused if not surprised by hearing you curse.
"What's the matter?" He asked as he silently watched you go through your drawers searching.
"I forgot my mother is going arrive to Gotham today!" You said as you put stuff in your suit case. "I told her that I'd pick her up after work, but I forgot it was today!"
That's going to be troubling considering the distant between the airport and Arkham." He said casually sipping his coffee.
"I KNOW!" You yelled desperately.
"Want me to drive you?" He asked and you shock your head as you wore your coat.
"Thanks for the kind offer Jonathan, but I'll be able to handle it this time." You said getting ready to leave, you went to your place which was across from him and drank the rest of your coffee.
"Very well, just be careful and good luck." He said getting up to leave.
"Yeah thanks you too!" You said distractedly, but your next action left Jonathan with a look of pure shock, you kissed him on the lips before existing the office. "Lock the doors on your way out, thanks!! "
Jonathan was still staring with wide eyes at the direction you disappeared to. You had just kissed him and hadn't realized it yet, knowing you, you'd probably realize it only late at night when things had calmed down and you were alone with your thoughts. Now, you and him have only been friends in the work place at Arkham, but from your action just now, which happened because of two reasons, you genuinely wasn't aware of it, or deep down you wanted for them to be more than just friends, who drink coffee together, or go out for lunch after work.
He hoped for the later, but to finally find out he'd have to wait untill tomorrow morning, or later that night when she'd probably call him apologizing while being embarassed.
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I hope you guys liked this one and sorry for any error, again I wrote this on my phone.
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Here's a prompt idea: Eggmans latest device accidentally turns Amy back into Rosy. But to the Rosy before she met Sonic and the others so she has no memory of her friends and is pretty scared and runs off. So Sonic has to slowly regain her trust and friendship and is reminded why he's glad to have her around as a friend. Just some sweet fluff (eeeeeeeee! I love da fluffy)
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Pajama Blogs Ep.1 - Timestamp 1:01:06 (x)
Prompt:
In the thick of the battle, where Eggman has once again blurred the lines of time and stolen two Chaos Emeralds that have been locked into place by a case of glass on either side of his raygun, the team desperately try to avoid getting zapped into another dimensional self or even a past form.
"Wo-hohoho!" Eggman's infamous laugh triggered the large jumping moment of his stomach before he peered down at what he considered the squabbling, pint-sized forms of his nemeses. He beamed a grin of mischief and looked to the blue streak that had foiled every carefully laid out plan since... well... the dawn of his reign of terror upon this world.
"Not this time..., Sonic!" he reared the gun skyward, showing the effort as it jostled the machine a moment as he had implanted the device onto his Egg-mobile, "This time, I'm going back to before you were ever the hero! Back when you a slobbery, good for nothing, vulnerable little child!"
Sonic looked up to see what he was talking about, the device's nozzle being adjusted like a temperature or safe-lock setting, and being too far away to gauge what the actions meant, he just braced himself and ran forward. "Come on!" he called to his friends, Tails, Knuckles, and-
"Sonic! I'm coming too!" Amy rushed out behind the three, as Knuckles and Tails turned around from flying and gliding in the sky by Sonic to see her.
"W-what? Amy? When did you get here?" Sonic looked over his shoulder, but as he did so, Amy looked up and saw Eggman smirking, finally getting the bulky, heavy gun angled down and flipped two switches that started making the device glow and charge up.
"Look out!" Amy threw her hammer to Sonic, who tossed it to the side with a spinning kick.
"W-what?" He didn't understand before turning to see the beam and skidding to a halt. His eyes were overwhelmed with the bright color of neon red before Amy expertly jumped and twirled through the air in an acrobatic-like maneuver.
Seeing this, Eggman's face dropped from his insane joy to one of disappointment and surprise as she narrowly summoned another hammer and it intercepted the beam.
Lightly tapping the edge of it, the beam suddenly bent and 'flipped a U-ie' and looped itself back to sparking and hitting her hammer. Since her hand was attached, it sparked and moved to consume her frame in seconds within the bright red light, before she fell down to the ground, her silhouette showing her head coming up as she was trying to push off the ground... The hammer fell with a few flops before shrinking in size and turning into a typical Japanese hammer toy for toddlers.
Tails looked up to Eggman who grumbled and moved the gun, looking down off the side of his Egg-Mobile, as though not sure if his device was really going to succeed or not, but curious what it may do.
"Amy's younger than Sonic... if he put a date in that's too far back..." Tails's eyes shook as he felt his body pulse back in shock at that thought... "No..." his eyes arched and he looked down to Amy, flying as fast as his twin-tails could take him. "Ammmyy!!!" he called out.
With Tails's added cry, Sonic's eyes stopped shaking and he blinked back into the reality of the situation. He also ran to her as Knuckles glided down from hovering in the air to be in front of Amy, glaring up at Eggman to keep an eye on him while Tails and Sonic went to Amy's side.
Tails fell by her but as Sonic went to reach out for her, grabbed his reaching arm with both hands, pulling it away, "No, wait, don't-!" he warned, "The ray traveled from her hammer to her body, it's probably still able to. I bet it's transferable with touch, did you see the way it looped back after Amy tipped its line's edge with her hammer?"
Sonic looked to Tails, then Amy, seeing the shadow of her looked as though struggling to rise up, possibly... was she in pain?
"You expect me to do nothing? Tails, I can't just... sit here and watch!" Sonic used his hands to express himself, turning them up to their palms and bouncing them a bit with the gravity of his words reflecting his heart. He looked with arching eyes back to Amy, who slowly began to shrink as her voiced struggles turned more and more higher in pitch... until...
The light blasted off, as though a paper-wrap being torn and blown up and then...
Tails and Sonic peered over the fabric of red, then Eggman continued to lean with a mouth forming a curious, small 'o' before having to grab the other end of his tilting Egg-Mobile just to stabilize himself and not fall over. Due to the size of the raygun attached to its front, the weight balance wasn't good, and as the gun's tip slid with the weight Eggman was leaning on--it almost flipped fully over!
His leg came up to counterweight it, but why am I spending so much time describing this funny scene when I'm clearly breaking up the tension of what happened to Amy Rose?
"Amy..?" As the sparks were gone, Tails finally let go of Sonic's hand.
It was the free then to reach out and lightly grip the edge of the now large dress, and slowly draped it to the side as it gently skimmed over light pink quills.
It was a small ball, almost the size of a melon, before it softly stuck out a long, protruding nose.
Tails's and Sonic's eyes widened, not having seen that since... well, before she hit puberty.
"Is she..?" Sonic began, looking to Tails before the little creature yawned and stuck out a hand, patting the ground and sniffing, before finding the edge of the dress again and grunting in annoyance at someone removing its blanket.
It found it and kept trying to toss the warm, lightweight fabric ontop of itself, again, pulling its long nose and pointed muzzle back into its curled ball and bringing its hand back under as well.
Eggman flew around at all sides, trying to see over and past the two heads but Knuckles kept on him and zipped to every direction he tried to look as well, "Oh, no you don't!"
He was growing irritated, taking the gun and bopping it to spark it to life again, charging. He figured, if it did work, might as well fire on the rest of them!
"We're gonna have to start up a nursery." Orbot was looking through large, exaggerated, almost like a space telescope with a small, looking-glass end for his eyes to peer through binoculars back at Eggman's HQ.
His view showed Tails carefully wrapping the large dress over the small, trying to sleep child and looking to see the hammer. He picked it up and placed it on top of the now wrapped dressed over the curled baby hedgehog and shrugged to Sonic, not sure how he was going to reverse this.
Sonic's anger was now full, he turned with a shaking fist, squinting in his fierce sense of justice up to Eggman who continued to bonk, kick, and jostle the gun to get it up and going before looking down to see Sonic's fury. "Eggman!"
He winced, his mustache drooping at his tone.
He lifted a foot back up to the rim of his Egg-mobile, "It's... grk... jammed!" he suddenly was flung back as the gun went crazy and shot everything in random directions.
The ray hit a flower and turned it into a sapling, a great oak to a sprouting twig, and a Butterfly passing through into a Caterpillar...
"Well, at least I know it works. Oh no!!" His glasses 'tink'ed down slightly as the gun rotated up and then fell as though backwards... facing Eggman.
Orbot screeched through his vocal box, "Doctor!!!!"
After a ray of light, Tails walked up the hill with Eggman carrying the large Egg-Mobile and raygun attached to it on his shoulders and half his back. The two looked back as though waiting for Sonic to drop the young Eggman off at his base for Orbot and Cubot to deal with. Unfortunately, they begged Sonic to help them, and he conceded as he raced back with Cubot and Orbot under his armpits--since they were just a small iron bar for a body anyway--and a toddler Eggman whacking the side of Sonic's face and laughing. He was still bald, but no mustache.
The three headed to Tails's lab, Vanilla and Cream trying to take care of the two with Orbot and Cubot who were like rattles in his grip. "H-Help!" Cream approached, leaving Vanilla to finish clothing Amy in her old attire.
"There!" Vanilla pulled down the iconic, puffy green shirt as the little girl looked it over. "Hmm, ain't that wonderful? Looks like you kept your old clothes, boxed up in a storage part of your closet. It was titled 'Future Family', isn't that sweet? Like hand-me-downs." she cupped her face as though that was so sweet, but when she looked down, Amy was gone. "Oh!" she immediately covered her mouth and started looking around, "Amy? Amy, dear..?"
"Now, Mr... uhh... I guess you're just Eggchild now, huh?" Cream went to pick up Eggman who kicked and squirmed in her grasp. "Momma?" She saw her mother frantically lifting up pillows on the couch, as though she lost something and gently put them down with a sigh.
"Where could she have gotten off to so quickly?"
Back in Tails's workshop, the door creaked open a bit as Amy stumbled in and hid in the scrap metal, not sure who these people were, but listening to them as they spoke.
"Apparently, my theory was false." Tails began, turning to Sonic and Knuckles, who had his arms folded while Sonic's was relaxed by his sides.
He was trying to remain calm, after all, the two little things were in Vanilla and Cream's care. He was resting easy for now, hoping to get this solved soon.
Tails showed the dial on the raygun, pointing to it as he had dislodged it from on Eggman's Egg-Mobile, "These aren't dates or times, they're molecular ages..." he explained, then looked up at Sonic, "In other words, based on whatever stage of life it's set to, anything hit with this thing will turn into that form during that cycle of its life."
"But... then why doesn't Eggman seem to remember anything?" Sonic gestured a hand out.
"Yeah, we asked him, and even then... he's not talking." Knuckles frowned, but Sonic shook his head and put a hand on his shoulder, making him look at him funny.
"Knuckles, Knuckles, Knuckles... he's not old enough to talk yet." Sonic teased, patting his shoulder a second before smirking at him, "However, if his mind was the same, he'd certainly have acted angry, right?"
"Exactly," Tails nodded, as the two turned their attention back to him, but Knuckles growled in annoyance at Sonic's slight belittlement of his statement. "It's still got the Chaos Emeralds, wielders that manipulate time and space attached to it." He turned their sights back to the dial, "Which means..."
"It's taking them back to that time, too. Not just their body." Knuckles finished for him.
As though not expecting his intelligence, Sonic and Tails turned to look at him stunned, and Knuckles looked back at each of them, "What!?" he exclaimed, unfolding his arms to have them gesture angrily out at them, "I'm not stupid! I can connect the dots!"
Amy didn't quite understand what these older kids were saying, but had to find a way out of here.
She looked around and found the garage switch! That should open the door and get her out of here with these weirdos!
Even though... of the weirdos...
She looked to Sonic, her eyes slightly shining.
Was pretty handsome...
"So, that's good news, right?" Sonic spoke up, "If we can just turn that thing in the right way, we should be able to get Amy and Eggman back to their normal ages, right?"
"A simple fix." Tails nodded, "Better than most outcomes, haha!" he then looked to the symbols. "Thing is..."
Knuckles and Sonic leaned in, waiting for Tails to finish as he lowered his head.
"I... can't tell what Eggman's code for figuring out the placement means..."
Sonic put his hands on his hips and leaned forward as Knuckles arched his back and face-palmed himself.
Everyone just kinda sighed or groaned.
"Great! We gotta go through trial and error?!" Knuckles spat out. "How long will that take?"
"And more importantly," Sonic walked up to Tails, standing beside him, "Is it safe?" He angled his head in a tilt back, as Tails shook his head.
"We shouldn't try it on Eggman or Amy just yet. Give me some time, I should have it figured out in a jiffy." Tails responded light-heartedly, still showing it was possible and not too terribly difficult, but Knuckles threw up his fists.
"Time!? How long do you expect us to babysit these-!?" Before he could finish his sentence, Sonic gasped and pointed to tiny fingers reaching for the Garage door's button.
"Look!" he cried out, as the three turned and Amy flinched, jumping into a spin to lightly tap the button and scoot under the rising door. "H-hey!" Sonic dived and reached out for Amy, but she was quick and small, meaning he got trapped by the rising door and had to wait to scoot under it. "Darn," He smiled, finding this kinda fun. "Hey! wait! Don't get hurt!" he called out, which stopped the fleeing Rosy girl, who turned back and put her hands over the other and up by her chest, surprised that... anyone would care about her like that.
Who were these people?
Sonic, crawling out to where his torso was at least through the slit, smiled kindly to her with eyes that showed only care and... even a bit of playfulness.
She narrowed her eyes... that was strange, but she blushed and took off again.
Sonic closed his eyes and let out a chuckle, getting up on his knee as the door slowly... but surely began to rise up enough for him to fully stand. "I'll take care of our little rascal, Tails. You just get that machine decoded." He flung back a thumbs up, and Tails nodded.
"Leave it to me!" he seemed determined.
"H-hey, what, are you saying I have to look after Eggman?!" Knuckles stomped the ground as he stepped back, flabbergasted by what this might entail for him...
Tails just looked to him and laughed, "Vanilla and Cream have Orbot and Cubot to help them out, why don't you go with Sonic? She's a slippery one, he might need all the help he can get!"
"I can handle her on my own," Sonic folded his arms, not even looking to see where Amy had run off too, a bit overconfident. "It's just one hedgehog, and you're forgetting something." he winked, holding up a pointer finger and wiggling it with a shake of his head. "I'm irresistible!"
Knuckles scoffed as Tails placed the raygun down and covered his mouth as he chuckled.
"Yeah, well... how much trouble can a little girl get into, yeah?" Knuckles drooped his arms a little, hunching his back as he walked towards Sonic. "It's better than whatever I'd have to do wiping Eggman's butt!"
"He's not that young." Sonic lowered his eyelids and tilted his head, putting his hands on his hips and then raising an eyebrow, "You... do know the different development stages... right?"
Knuckles flinched, "How am I supposed to know anything about babies!?"
"Toddlers." Tails corrected, "And they can be quite intelligent. They use mimicry to learn and grow. They're always watching." Tails held up a finger, as though instructing Knuckles, "You two be on your best behavior. Who knows, if we change Amy back, she might have picked up a behavior or two from you." He shrugged, making Knuckles wince as Sonic winked secretly to Tails, in on the prank.
"Yeah, Knuckles," He put an arm around him, making him even more uncomfortable, "You'll have to be the outstanding role model for Amy from now on, until Tails figures out the dial settings, anyway." he grinned, totally fooling and freaking out Knuckles, which he was gullible enough to believe.
"Oh, man... I-I-I don't know how to be one of those!" he worriedly admitted out loud.
"Don't you worry, buddy, I'll show you the ropes, no problem!" he gestured out a cocky shrug, "It's easy! Just remember your typical moral code and be sensitive to the child's needs! Nothing to it!" he gave him his signature thumbs up and wink before dashing off, "See ya, Tails! I'm off to find Amy!"
"Don't play too much..." Tails mumbled, but Sonic was already gone. He looked to Knuckles, chuckling as he held a hand over his stomach for a moment with the action. "It's okay, Knuckles. Just... entertain her for a bit until I can figure this out. It shouldn't be too difficult, just like Sonic said, it's all about being on your best behavior." he closed his eyes and shook his finger as though that's all that was required.
Knuckles mimicked the action, holding his own finger up, "Be on your best behavior... got it!" he waddled off, keeping the finger out, "Best behavior... just be on your best behavior..!"
Tails, flying over to make sure Knuckles was gone... suddenly burst out laughing.
Sonic stopped to look behind him and see that Knuckles was a fair distance away, then smirked again, "Heh, now that he's out of the way... Hmm..." he put a hand up over his eyes to block the sun, looking happily over the area to find a speck of pink. "Now... if I was a confused little hedgehog... where would I be hiding..?" he found a patch of long-leaf, bushy plants that were moving near the jungle. "Ah-ha!" he took off as Knuckles called out to him.
"H-hey! Wait for me!!! Ohhh, Soniiiccc!!" Knuckles picked up the pace, "Man, I gotta make a good first impression, don't I? Am I... intimidating? Amy's probably never seen an Echidna before if she's a toddler again, yeah? Oh man... I'm gonna suck at this!" he hurried up the hill to catch Sonic, as he slowed down and started to fake wandering through the brush.
He stuck out a foot and felt the ground out, putting his hands behind his head, "Huh? Now,... where, oh, where could that darling little hedgehog be?" He teased, putting his hands down and by his hips, facing his back to where he could clearly see and hear her moving through the bushes, crawling to try and get away and stay silent.
But she was anything but stealthy. He looked over his shoulder and chuckled, then dramatically began his performance. "Oh shucks, I really thought we could hit it off and be friends, too." He put a hand up to his forehead, speaking loudly. "I guess she doesn't like me... how sad, I think I might... be alone..." he faked a sniff, putting his hand down to his chest, "For the rest of my days... Poor, old Sonic." He shrugged and shook his head out, then smirked and narrowed his eyes behind him when he heard the shuffling stop.
'Got'cha.' he let the smirk reach the corner of his muzzle, 'Your bleeding heart is still too good to pass up someone who you feel is in need. No matter what age you are, you're still a bit of a saint.' he flopped down to be more at her level, but acted as though he was whining and complaining, "Ohhh!!!! What ever will I do!" he lifted his head to call up... then opened an eye to see if she was coming.
Just as planned, a tiny little hand gripped the back of one of his two spikes on his back.
He smiled kindly and looked back to her with great care to not seem threatening, "Well, hello there." he suddenly saw her look up and blush, then take off. "Huh? Hey, wait, where are you going?" He didn't bother to reach for her, just watched her.
"Ah, faking shy, eh?" He gave her a fond look, before Knuckles tumbled down to the ground with a bent and twisted body, looking completely out of his element in his worry of having to re-introduce himself to Amy... as a kid. "You're really banged up about this, aren't you?" Sonic teased, seeing his apparent struggle.
Knuckles got up and rubbed his head, on his hands and knees now, "Shut up..!" he countered, "Besides, what makes you so chill about meeting Amy again at this age? Aren't you a bit concerned she won't like you like she does now? O-or did now, o-or..." As he tried to figure out the tense, Sonic just rolled his eyes up and started crawling on the ground towards where Amy scampered off to. "Hey! Quit leaving me behind!!" Knuckles shouted out as Sonic lifted a foot up and tapped his mouth shut.
"Quiet, will ya? You'll scare her off." Sonic watched as Knuckles blinked, then nodded as Sonic removed his foot, "You really have never talked to a girl before... have you?"
"What's that supposed to mean!?" His anger spiked, but he was shouting in a whisper now, his fist up by Sonic and his teeth now pointed, eyes white in fury, and insulted with an anger mark showing through. "I was alone on an island my entire life! What's your excuse!?"
"I grew up around orphans..." Sonic muttered, looking around casually with his eyes for any sign of movement of where she might be.
"H-huh..? You did?" Knuckles blinked his eyes again, amazed.
"Yeah, you guys." Sonic teased, smiling back at Knuckles. "Tails, Amy... I was always being admired by those younger than me... it made me appreciate people like you and Eggman." he turned with a mischievous look in his face to Knuckles, pulling an eyelid down and sticking his tongue out, "I never had to be anything for you two."
"Why you..." Knuckles twitched an eyebrow in annoyance, but Sonic then lifted up a pointer finger, reminding Knuckles of what Tails had said.
"Just remember, tender love and care." He then grinned a beaming smile as though this was fun for him, and trekked back through the foliage as Knuckles held up his own finger again, repeating.
"Be on your best behavior... Tender love and care... got it... Ah! Hey! You're going off without me again!" he crawled after Sonic... but really, he was just following his lead.
Amy flopped a few long, dangling leafs off of her as she finally made it through the jungle floor's flora and looked up at the giant temples and structures before her.
She had never seen anything so massive and brilliant, tall and imposing... she looked behind her to hear Knuckles bumping into Sonic, and him telling him to 'watch it' and realized that those two strange boys were still after her.
She puffed up a cheek, 'Don't they ever give up!?'
She took off towards the steps of the temple before shying back and growing scared... one wrong move... and she could slip and fall all the way down the steps...
She rubbed her head with both hands, already scared of that possibility before gasping as Knuckles and Sonic came out of the bush.
"Huh? There you are!" Sonic called, very friendly, "Hey, where ya going?"
She immediately shivered, what did these men want with her..?
Sonic saw this... and immediately lost the nature.
He got up, "Hey, we're not here to harm you." he lifted his hands out to show her that it was okay, to not get worked up and calm down.
She scooted away, looking back up the structure and then to Sonic and Knuckles.
Sonic's eyes bent sweetly, "There, see? We can just talk and play, alright? We're not as scary as you may think-"
Knuckles bulldozed out and knocked Sonic down, the two tumbling as Sonic flailed a bit in the tangled wrestle of sorts, Knuckles having vines all over him.
"Ahhh!! It's a snake, get it off of me!" it clearly wasn't...
Amy was freaked out and all of Sonic's 'calming' energy escaped her and was pointless as she started the climb up the temple.
"Oh no!" Sonic pushed Knuckles off of him as he kept 'fighting' the vines he thought were snakes. "Amy!" he called out.
She paused... looking back at him, she wondered how he knew her name.
He raced over to her and held out his arms, "Amy, jump down, you'll get hurt!" he reached out further, showing how sincere he was. "Amy..." His eyes carried a look as though he wanted to protect her...
Her own eyes sparkled and shook... someone... someone truly wanted to be there for her?
Her hand moved a little off the next step she was going to climb, as though to trust that Sonic would catch her, but then...
"Got it! Haha! Take that, snakes!" Knuckles flopped the snakes off of him and then looked to see her on the temple steps, "GAHH!!! My ancestorial shrines!!!" He gripped his hands to his cheeks, then ran over and held up a fist, looking stern and fierce in his face as his brow was sharp and angled down. "Get off of there, you're far too small to be climbing that!" he shouted, as Sonic scolded him immediately and narrowed his eyes to him.
"Knuckles!"
"What!? .... ohhh..." Knuckles lowered his fist and loosened the features on his countenance. "Eh-heh... too much?" Some awkward sweat at knowing he had made a mistake dripped down the side of his face as Amy kept climbing. "Gahhh!!! She's gonna fall!" Knuckles worried, before jumping up and hitting his spikes on his fists to the temple's wall, hurriedly climbing up that way, "Ura-ura-urah!" he was like a red stream train that terrified her.
"Knuckles, stop it! You're scaring her!" he was making it worse, so Sonic scaled up the temple after him, running along side where he was drilling his fist in to keep scaling the large structure, "What happened to 'best behavior' and 'tender love and care'?" Sonic quipped back, but Knuckles just tsk'ed.
"You think your way is working any good? Pfft! She hasn't come to you yet, either!"
Sonic frowned, tilting his head as though he had something to prove now.
"Fine." He dashed up in front of Knuckles to stop him from climbing as ancient dust sprayed onto his face, making him cough and stop fully in his tracks.
"Hey!" he hacked, "Grr... what was that all about?" He didn't seem to understand... Sonic's gentleness towards the situation.
Amy kept climbing, her whole body having to pull itself up over each step before she looked down and panicked, seeing how high she had already gotten and the cold chill of the atmosphere that made her flinch back and cling to the stony, yet smoothened over through time steps.
She closed her eyes... and then... a hand reached out to her.
"Amy..?"
She blinked her eyes opened and looked up, amazed to see Sonic had made it to the steps above her and was reaching down, that same care in his eyes...
'This handsome boy... what does he want with little old me?'
"It's gonna be okay, Amy." Sonic's voice seemed to raise the rising heat on her cheeks. "You're gonna be alright, just hang on. Take my hand, I know it's scary, but you don't have to go back down alone. I'm here now, and I won't let you go. I promise."
His words... the expression on his face...
Every bit of her wanted to trust him.
Her mouth opened and then closed, her head turned away and her eyes shut as well. "I..." she could barely speak in her fear, "I can't."
His eyes blinked and lightened up a bit in curiosity, "Why not, Amy?" He was still being supportive, just wanting understanding.
"You..." she shivered... was she still afraid of him?
"You'll fall, too."
It was moments like these that melted away whatever cool guy attitude or ego Sonic thought he had. His eyes bent in absolute consideration for her... even in her own fears, she always thought of others and was more worried about pulling him down with her than her own safety.
"That's what I've always admired the most about you, Amy." He beamed a smile that when she looked to it, was like the very sun on top of the ancient ruins... like a sun god.
"Even in such a tiny body... your heart is as huge as can be."
With that, she went to take his hand... but then there was a tremor.
"W-woah-woah!" Sonic held on as only a foot and a hand was now on the steps above her, and her little body was being tossed about a bit, desperately trying to hold on. "Knuckles!" Sonic cried out, as Knuckles was charging from below, finally grabbing her ankle.
"Got her!" Knuckles grinned and snickered somewhat, "Hehehe, now you can't get away. You grab her from above and we'll glide down, Sonic!" He shouted out, making Amy flinch as she started hitting his head down.
"No, no, no!" she cried out, tears on the corners of her eyes, "Bad man, bad man!"
"B-bad man!?" Knuckles, getting repeatedly stomped on, looked confused, "We're trying to save you!"
"She means you, Knuckles!" Sonic gritted his teeth, "You have no tact, man!"
"Screw that! What does a tack have to do with this!?" He didn't seem to understand the term...
Sonic shook his head, then allowed himself to fall a bit down before catching himself again, kicking Knuckles with Amy as she watched a protective and caring arm go around her waist. "Get off, you brute! You're horrible with kids!"
"Brute!?" Knuckles was suddenly kicked down and fell, "AHH!!!!" he glided and looped around to another part of the wall. "WHAT WAS THAT FOR!?!?"
"Tsk, some heroic first impression, huh?" Sonic sarcastically stated,... as Amy's eyes began to fall in love with this strange blue hedgehog...
He helped her kick the bad man down...
He held her but wasn't trying to rip her off the stony mountain building...
"Who..." she softly let out, her little, high-pitched voice so cute as Sonic looked to her.
"Hmm?" he waited, still and comforting, for her to finish her question.
"Who are you, mister?" Her sweetness also came with some bitter aftertaste to him... as his eyes bent... wishing she knew all the history they had together...
His mind wandered to dates where he would carry her shopping list, and how she would spin around and give a cheery open-smile to him... "My hero!" she would chime out.
His eyes danced in those memories... barely remembering her as Rosy the Rascal, but mostly... as Amy Rose.
He smiled and closed his eyes, 'heh'ing as he then opened one and gave her a charming smile. "I'm Sonic!" he put a bit of gusto into it, "I'm Sonic The Hedgehog!"
"Hold her still!" Tails's voice suddenly flew into earshot as Sonic broke out of his dynamic introduction and looked down to see Tails flying up in a spiral. "Herrrree I goooo~" he lugged the heavy raygun up all the way and then fired it towards Amy.
The next day, Amy was knitting something on her porch, tapping her toes against the wooden porch before sighing and looking to the sky...
"...I was always on my own, then... longing for someone sweep me off my feet... I had no idea... that what I really needed was..." She paused when her hair flew to the side and she covered some of her face from the wind, then smiled as Sonic had raced by.
Her smile rose and she giggled, leaning forward and getting up off the step to grip a beam and lean her head lovingly into it.
"Was someone to believe in me... And support my adventures... no matter what."
And she was happy.
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Yandere Zim X Male Reader? There isn't many out there, and I sort of had a song in mind if you would like to listen: Rory by Foxing.
You got it, friend!
Be warned: There are themes of unrequited love, wasps and a graphic depiction of wasp stings ahead!
Here's the song that was used btw
From the moment he met you, Zim found himself captivated by you.
From your gentle eyes to your kind soul, Zim found you utterly fascinating.
You were nothing like any of the other humans! You werenât ugly, and you didnât even stink!
You may have been friends with Dib but that didnât stop you from sticking up for him whenever Dib tried to expose him!
At first, Zim decided to use you as a good source of information as well as a way to keep up appearances without drawing too much attention to himself.
However, the more time he spent with you, Zim started to feelâŠstrange to say the least.
His PAK would spark around you and his squeedilyspooch felt like it was tied up in knots!
âComputer! What are these HORRIBLE feelings inside of me?! What has that Y/N-human done to Zim?!â Zim demanded as he pointed to the ceiling.
âWELLâŠ.UMâŠâ
âCâmon spit it out already!â
âWELL IT SEEMS THAT YOU HAVE FALLEN IN LOVEâŠâ
Zimâs jaw hit the ground.
âWHAT?! ME?! IN LOVE?! WITH A HUMAN?! IMPOSSIBLE! Preform a full body bioscan!â
Zimâs computer sighed as a few mechanical tentacles wrapped around Zim.
âSCANNINGâŠSCANNINGâŠ.â
After a few minutes, the tentacles retracted,
âBIOSCAN COMPLETE. NO ILLNESSES DETECTED.â
âN-No! No! This canât be! No invader can even experience love! Especially not for the enemy! What am I going to do?! ARGH! Computer! Create an antidote for my love illness!â Zim commanded as he tugged on his antennas.
âUM THERE REALLY ISNâT A CUREâŠâ
âLIES!! Surely there has to be some way to get rid of these HORRIBLE FEELINGS!â Zim wailed dramatically.
âWELLâŠTHERE IS ONE WAY TO GET RID OF THEM..â
âWhat are you waiting for! Tell me! Tell me the solution!!â Zim demanded as his voice quivered a bit.
âTHE ONLY WAY YO GET RID OF YOUR FEELINGS IS TO ASK Y/N OUT..â The computer lied
âWHAT?! YOU WANT ZIM TO DATE THE ENEMY?! ARE YOU INSANE?!â
âNyeh!â
Zimâs tirade was interrupted by Minimoose.
âStay out of this, Minimoose! This doesnât concern you!â
âNyeh!â
âAww! Itâs sweet that you care about your master but donât worry, Zim will be fine!â
âNyeh!â
âEh?! Ask Y/N out on a date to keep up appearances?! Never! didnât I already make it clear that was a bad idea?! Thereâs no way Iâd possibly show that kind of weakness to the enemy. But what ifâŠâ
Zim hummed for a moment as he stroked his chin.
âIâve got it! Iâll ask Y/N out on a date to keep up appearances! YesâŠIâll simply use these feelings as a way to appear more normal so I can continue my mission!â
Minimoose was a bit annoyed but happily encouraged his master
âNyeh!â
âI think youâre cool too, Minimoose! Now then, how to woo Y/NâŠMaybe one of those love note thingys.â Zim muttered to himself as he begin typing away at his keyboard.
After a few minutes of typing, Zim cracked a wicked smile.
âExcellent! With this loove note thereâs no way Y/N could possibly resist my proposal!â
Zim burst into maniacal laughter as he printed the note.
âNow all thats left to do is deliver it!â
âOOOH!! OHHH!!! CAN I BRING THE NOTE TO RACECAR?!!â GIR squealed as he reached for the note.
âNo GIR! Iâm not going to risk this note getting damaged because of you!â Zim snapped as he snatched away the note.
GIR did like that answer.
He let out a loud shriek and threw himself to the ground.
He begun to kick and cry as loud as his voice chip would let him.
âENOUGH! You may deliver the note to Y/N!â Zim grumbled as he held out the note.
âYAY!!!!!!!â
And with that, GIR grabbed the note with his mouth and flew off with it.
âUgh, I better make sure GIR doesnât ruin all of my hard work.â Zim huffed as he threw on his disguise and followed after GIR.
It wasnât long before GIR managed to find you.
You were sitting on a bench in the park next to Dib, who seemed nervous about something.
âDib? Are you ok? Youâre acting kindaâŠtwitchyâ
âTwitchy? Iâm not twitchy! Heh! Itâs just umâŠthe air! Yeah the air is really cold today!â Dib lied as he rubbed the back of his head.
âDib itâs almost June. Itâs like 88 degrees out here. Whatâs really going on?â You pressed as you gave Dib a sympathetic look.
Dib looked down at his feet and took in a deep breath.
âOk, Iâll tell you but you have to promise you wonât be grossed out by me.â
âDib, youâre my best friend! Not even hunting the most disgusting cryptid can make me grossed out by you!â You reassured with a chuckle.
Dib took in another deep breath as he turned to face you
âY/N, I know weâve been friends for like a really long time now andâŠ.wellâŠ.â
âWell what?â
Dib swallowed thickly as he tugged at his shirt collar
âI think I might want to be more than friends!â
Dibâs words flew out a mile a minute before he clamped a hand over his mouth.
âWait?! Are you serious?!â Your eyes lit up a bit.
âGah! I knew this was a bad idea! Just forget I said anything!â Dib whimpered as he buried his face in his hands.
âNo no! Iâm actually really happy you told me that, Dib! BecauseâŠI want to be more than friends too!â You reassured as you put a hand on his shoulder.
Dib looked up at you and blinked in shock.
âWait? Really?â
âYes really! Iâve actually been wanting to ask you out for a while but I wasnât sure if you felt the same.â You admitted sheepishly as you rubbed the back of your head.
âWhat?! You had feelings for me this whole time?! And you didnât even- You know what? Who cares? All that matters is that we both feel the same about each other! Right?â Dib still seemed a bit skeptical.
âExactly! Thatâs the spirit!â You cheered as you threw your arms in the air, smacking poor GIR out of the sky.
THUMP!
SPLOOSH!
GIR fell face first into a puddle, soaking Zimâs love note.
However it wouldnât have mattered whether or not the love note was in tact. For Zim had witness the entire exchange between you and Dib and was devastated.
He let out a pained chuckle as he grabbed the soggy note from GIRâs mouth.
Zim was about to confront Dib when-
BONK!
THUMP!
Zim had walked right into s tree, causing a wasp nest to fall right on his head.
Zim let out a blood curdling scream as the wasps begun to attack him from all directions!
Soon he began to run amok, with more wasps trailing behind him!
It wasnât long before Zim managed to make it back to his base.
Two robotic arms came down from the ceiling,
POP!
They pulled the wasp nest off of Zimâs head and chucked it out into the front yard.
Zim let out a pained groan as his grotesquely swollen face throbbed with wasp venom and glowing green pus.
The robotic arms carefully peeled off Zimâs disguise and another arm carried him down to his lab.
After a refreshing chemical shower, Zimâs face had returned to normal!
However, while his face had healed, his feelings were still in shambles.
He picked up the note and went back up to the kitchen.
Zim sunk to his knees as he shakily held the soggy note in his hands.
âI wrote you a letter, asked my robot to send it but it took to the sea before you couldâve read itâŠâ
Zimâs grip tightened on the note as a few tears trickled down his cheeks.
âRetreated to snow capped waters of the unknown. Extracted my soul straight from my body! but glowing and redâŠAnd I swear that sweat would envelop your arms if you broke down and held it!â
âI swear Iâm a good man-â -Zim took in a heavy breath- â-I swear Iâm a good manâŠâ
Zim sniffled a bit,
âSo why donât you love me back?â
He looked down at the note in his hands.
âSo why donât you love me back?â
Zim let out a deep growl as he chucked the soggy note into the window.
âInstead of twisting up words you just say there in silence! In wind burnt homes sighing rays from a sunset!â
Zim rose to his feet and stormed towards the window.
As he peeled the soggy note off the window, he couldnât help but notice that the wasp nest was still in the front yard.
âAnd all I could hear was the sound of the wasp nest, my head made a home for the hum of the insects!â
Zim took another glance down at the soggy note he had peeled off the window.
âBut my hands shake and shudder at the mention of half written reasons weâll only be friends!â
Zimâs fist curled around the note and punched the window.
âI swear Iâm a good manâŠ. I swear Iâm a good manâŠâ
Zim squeezed his eyes shut and let out a sob
âSo why donât you love me back?â
His hand slid down the window.
âSo why donât you love me back?!â
Zim threw the soggy note to the ground and stomped on it
âSo why donât you love me back?!â
He threw his head to the ceiling and shrieked
âSo why donât you love me back?!â
He clutched the sides of his head and wailed his plea once again,
âSo why donât you love me back?!â
Zim melted back down to his knees.
âSo why donât you love me backâŠ.â
A louder sob racked his body as Zim felt his world crash down around him.
How humiliating.
He was Irkâs finest invader! How could he be so wounded by one pitiful human?!
No, pitiful wasnât the right word to describe you. In truth, Zim felt that handsome was a better fit.
Despite how devastated he was, Zim still couldnât stop wanting you.
The need for your love sparked a fire deep within him.
The fire burned violently throughout Zimâs body! Pulling him out of his depression and making him more confident than ever!
Zim wanted you for some much more than appearances!
He wanted you to be his and his alone!
By taking you away from him, Dib had just made the biggest mistake of his life.
Zim let out a thunderous maniacal laugh as he raised his hands to the ceiling!
He put his disguise back on, grabbed a blaster, and hopped into his Voot.
âPrepare yourself, foolish Dib-monkey! I am coming to reclaim whatâs rightfully mine! You shall rue the day you took Y/N away from Zim!â
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Luke Alvez x Reader: Premature
Request: âcan i request an imagine where the reader is pregnant and lukeâs away on a case when she goes into labor? and garcia has to call luke to get him home?â Â
Tagged: @ssaic-jareauâ , @alvezstanâ , @saintd0lceâ , @ogmilkisâ , @reidswordsâ, @ssa-morganâ, @garcias-batcaveâ , @akimagiesâ, @zhangyixingxing1â , @pinkdiamond1016â
Word count: 4.5k
Warnings: none
A/N: idk why i always picture luke with a daughter??? but anyway another DAD luke fic like yes pls, enjoy!
The worst part about being pregnant had to be the lower back aches. Or maybe the way your swollen ankles prevented you from fitting into any of your cute shoes. It could also be the tender breasts, the mood swings, or how food didnât taste as good, yet somehow you were still always hungry. Come to think of it, being pregnant, in general, was the worst.Â
Currently, you were seven and a half months along. You had 6 weeks until your daughter would be born. 6 weeks somehow felt both impossibly long and just around the corner. On one hand, you really couldnât wait to get your body back. You missed wearing pants that didnât have an elastic waistband, and the freedom of being able to get out of bed without Lukeâs help. Â
On the other hand, you and Luke were going to be first time parents. This brought about a lot of anxiety and uncertainty. There was still so much to get done before the baby arrived, that at times you couldnât help but feel a little overwhelmed.Â
âYou worry too much,â Luke had told you one afternoon. Â
But you disagreed. âLuke, sheâs gonna be here in less than two months and her room isnât even close to being finished. We still have to paint, and put together the crib-â
âWe have six weeks, baby. Iâll get it done, I promise.âÂ
His reassuring words did little to calm your mind or your nerves. One thing that did keep the anxious thoughts at bay, was work. Focusing your attention on BAU cases was the perfect distraction⊠until that was taken away from you too. Â
âI donât want you in the field,â Luke had stated that night. Â
âYouâre joking, right?â
Lukeâs pressed lips and slightly flared nostril told you that no, he was not joking.Â
âLuke,â youâd groaned, throwing your head back against the pillow. âIâm fine.â
âYou can barely walk, let alone chase after anyone,â he stated, his arms folding across his chest. He always did that when he wanted you to take him seriously. âAnd I know for a fact that you canât fit into a bulletproof vest.â
You threw him your best glare. âOkay, first off, that was mean. Second, you canât expect me to just sit here all day doing nothing. Iâll go insane, you know I will.â
âBaby, youâre seven months pregnant. You need to relax.â
âRelax? Seriously, Luke?â you felt a wave of frustration wash over you. Lately you've been finding it so hard to control your emotions, so youâre not entirely surprised when you feel the burning of tears in your eyes. âI canât relax! Iâm uncomfortable all the time. Iâm fat and Iâm hot and Iâm sweaty. My boobs feel like theyâre going to explode any second. Iâm nauseous and Iâm tired and Iâm hungry. And if I stay home all day thatâs all Iâm going to think about. Iâm going to just sit and dwell on the fact that I am miserable.â
Lukeâs face softens when he sees that youâre crying. That wasnât an uncommon occurrence lately, but he felt guilty for being the one to cause it this time around.Â
âCâmere,â he says, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Â
And even though youâre angry with him, you donât hesitate before scooting up the mattress and sliding into his arms. You lay your head on his shoulder, Lukeâs hand finding its way down to your lower back, where he rubs gentle circles into the sore muscles. Being in his arms had a way of making you feel better.Â
âIâm sorry youâre so uncomfortable, baby. I just- I worry about you. All I want is for you and the baby to be okay.â
You sniffle into his chest, his sweet words making your voice soften. âI canât sit here all day, Luke. I really canât.â
âI know.â He rests his cheek on top of your head and sighs. âHow about we meet in the middle?â
Looking up at him, you skeptically ask, âHow?â
âYou could work the cases from the BAU,â he suggests.Â
You scrunch your nose, secretly hoping that his compromise meant just giving in to what you wanted entirely. But, as you think about it for a moment, you had to admit you didnât completely hate the idea. Things were getting challenging in the field. And as much as you hated him for saying it, Luke was right- the bulletproof vests no longer fit you, and you couldnât chase down any perps. You were relatively useless, at least physically, at this point. Â
âIâm sure Garcia would love an extra hand,â he adds.Â
âFine,â you mutter quietly.Â
âThank you,â he whispers, pressing a light peck against the top of your head. Â
But, as Luke would soon find, just because you agreed to be stationed at the BAU did not mean you werenât going to complain about it.  Â
The two of you walked, hand-in-hand, into the building the next morning. Emily had called, about fifteen minutes prior, to let you both know that you had a case in Boston.Â
âWhat if I just stay at the police precinct?â
Luke rolled his eyes. âNo.â
âWhy not? I could help Reid with the geological profile- or interview the families. Thereâs a lot I can do-â
âWe already agreed that youâd stay here.â
You scoffed in frustration before trying another tactic.Â
âYou know,â you drawled, using the hand he wasnât already holding to reach around and grip his arm. âIâm worried about you, too.â
âIs that so?â
âYes,â you state, matter-of-factly. âJust because Iâm carrying the baby doesnât mean Iâm the only one that needs to stay safe. It would be equally devastating if something happened to you. You let your hand trail down the length of his arm and over to your belly. âI donât know what weâd do without you.â Â
Luke swiped his ID badge to get inside the building before holding the door open for you, you hesitate, waiting for his response. Lukeâs lips were parted into a soft grin. âI know youâre just trying to make me feel guilty, but that was really sweet.â He leans forward and pecks your lips lightly. Â
You roll your eyes and storm into the building. Â
âŠ
âSo I hear weâre going to be lab partners!â Garcia drums her fingers against the round table. Â
You shrug, âLooks like it.â
âI know youâre bummed to not be in the field, but Iâm so excited that youâll be here.â
Lukeâs hand reaches for yours underneath the table. You let your fingers lace together with his before you smile back at Garcia. Maybe being sidelined wouldnât be all bad. âIâm excited too, Pen,â you tell her. Â
âAlright guys listen up,â Emily enters the briefing room. âPolice need our help in Boston. Two college students have gone missing the past month, and one of the bodies was just found dumped off of I-95. Y/N will be working the case from here, so weâll be down a body in the field.â
Garcia hits a few buttons on the remote, making a gruesome image project onto the screen in front of the team. She presents a few more details about the case before Emily declares, âWheels up in 20.â
Lukeâs shifting through his go bag at his desk when you approach him from behind. You rest your hand on his back and rub up and down his soft, maroon shirt. Â
âBe safe, okay?â you tell him. You felt guilty knowing he was going into the field without you. Â
Luke sighs, turning his body so that he was facing you. His big hands rest on your hips as he holds you out in front of him. âYou know I will.â
You nod, and you believed his words, but that didnât mean youâd be any less worried about him while he was away. Â
Luke could sense the uneasiness on your face, so he leaned in and kissed your cheek lightly before whispering, âThere is nothing that could ever keep me from coming back home to you and our baby, do you hear me?âÂ
Leaning into his touch, you sigh. âGood. Because I meant what I said; I donât know what weâd do without you.â
âWeâre going to miss you out there, kid.â Rossi states as he passes your desk. Â
âKeep me updated,â you respond sadly. He pats you on the shoulder before nodding with a smile. Â
With a final kiss and promises to call, Luke and the rest of the team load onto the jet to head for Boston.Â
At first, you stay in the bullpen seated at your desk, running through the casefile. You were the only one in the entire room. By habit, you kept looking up at Lukeâs desk. Instead of his warm smile, youâre met by his empty chair. Your eyes linger for a moment before you feel a sharp pain shoot across your stomach, making you wince. Â
âWoah,â you whisper, your hand falling on your bump. âWas that a kick?â you ask her out loud.
It didnât take long before the silence became deafening, so after a few minutes, you stand up and waddle down the hallway to Garciaâs leir. You knock at her door before entering.Â
âHey,â you say, your hand supporting your sore back. âItâs like, creepy quiet out there, do you mind if I work with you, in here?â
Her face lights up. âOf course!â Immediately, she begins clearing off a space on her desk for you to set up.Â
âThanks,â you smile, taking a seat in her spare office chair. You try your best to sit up straight as your insides begin to cramp. Garica turns to see your eyes squeezed shut.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â her voice is filled with concern.Â
âNothing,â you sigh in relief when the cramp passes. âSheâs kicking a lot today.â
Garciaâs face breaks out into a large grin. âOh! My Goddaughterâs gonna be a spunky one, isnât she?â
âŠ
As it turned out, there wasnât much for you to do from the BAU. Garcia worked tirelessly, delving into files and uncovering helpful information for the team. But you werenât even close to being as tech savvy as her, and besides the casefile youâd already read through four times, you didnât have many resources to work off of. Â
Whenever the team would call with questions, youâd listen intently, and try to figure out some way that you could help them. But, by that evening, you were starting to feel pretty useless. Â
âWhy donât you just head home?â Garcia suggested kindly. âYou look tired.â
You were tired. You were tired and hungry and sore from all your babyâs kicking. But you shook your head. âI donât want to be in the house alone,â you admit to her. âItâs too quiet there without Luke.â
Garcia, of course, understands. âDo you want to take a walk? Just around the building?â
At first, you want to say no. But as you consider her offer, you canât help but admit that stretching your legs sounded pretty nice, so you agree.Â
âI think Iâm most excited for coffee,â you tell Garcia. The two of you had walked the entire floor of the BAU a couple of times now and were about to head back to her office. Â
âGod, I canât even imagine going nine months without coffee. I think that would break me,â she admits. Â
You start to laugh, but youâre quickly interrupted by a sudden, sharp pain in your abdomen. Â
âWoah,â you gasp, grabbing your stomach. You hunch over, desperate to alleviate some of the pain, but it only grows with intensity. It takes your breath away for a moment, and all you can do is focus on the tiled floor beneath you as you attempt to muscle through it. Â
But then you feel something burst inside of you, followed by a warm liquid rushing down your leg.
With wide, terrified eyes, you look up to Garcia.Â
âPen,â you whisper, barely recognizing your own voice. âI th-think my water just broke...â
âOh my god,â she says, her voice higher than usual. âOh my god, okay, okay. Youâre okay.âÂ
She hurries to your side and wraps an arm around your waist. You and your shaky legs are grateful for her support. She guides you to a chair stationed in the hallway, where she helps you sit. Â
The panic really starts to set in once your eyes land on your dampened pants. Â
âNo,â you start to shake your head rapidly. âPen, no I canât- itâs too early-â
Youâre amazed by how calm Garcia remains. âItâs okay,â she tells you. âWeâre gonna get you to the hospital and everythingâs gonna be fine.â
But you keep shaking your head. âNo, sheâs early. Sheâs too early- I need Luke, please- I canât do this.â
âIâm gonna call Luke right now, everythingâs going to be okay.â
Garcia pulls out her phone and dials your husband. She frowns when it goes to voicemail after a few rings. Â
By now, thereâs a steady influx of tears spilling down your cheeks. You ask softly, âWhy isnât he answering?âÂ
âLet me try Emily.â
You sigh a breath of relief when you hear Emilyâs voice on the other end of the line. Â
âEmily-â Garcia gasps. âWhereâs Luke?â
You overhear her, âHeâs interrogating the Unsub- why? Whatâs the matter?â
âY/Nâs in labor, we need him.â
âOh my god,â Emily says. Thereâs a brief pause before she tells Garcia, âIâll be right back.â
âPen-â you groan, another contraction washing over you. You hunch over in the chair and grab at the air, desperate for something to clamp down on. Â
She quickly extends her hand, letting you squeeze it tightly.Â
âGarcia?â you hear Lukeâs sweet voice over the line. You want to call out for him, but you canât form the words. Â
âLuke!â she exclaims, her concerned eyes never leaving you. âLuke, Y/Nâs in labor- her water just broke. You have to come home.â
You gasp and bite down on your lip as the pain suddenly intensifies.
âBreathe,â she instructs you calmly. âJust breathe with me-â
âWhat?â you can hear the disbelief in his voice. âBut- sheâs only seven months pregnant- that's too early-âÂ
The contraction passes, leaving you breathless, but you hold your hand out. Garcia picks up on your gesture and hands you the phone.Â
âLuke-â youâre on the verge of bursting into terrified tears. âIâm so scared.â
âBaby, itâs okay, youâre gonna be okay.â You can hear the worry in his voice as he soothes you. âIâm on my way, okay? Iâm gonna take the jet, Iâll be there soon.â
âI donât know if I can do this-â
âNo, baby- of course you can, youâre so strong. Youâre gonna be okay.â
âPlease hurry,â you whimper. Â
âI will, I love you.â
You pass the phone to Garcia reluctantly. You wished you could stay on the line with him. Something about hearing his voice made you feel calmer.Â
Youâre shaky and weak, but Garcia helps you all the way into the elevator and down into the parking garage. You hesitate before climbing into the front seat of her car.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â she asks, her hand gently placed on your elbow.Â
âI donât want to get your seat all gross-â
Youâre referring to the amniotic sac fluid currently soaking your pants.
âAre you serious?â she asks in disbelief. âIf we donât hurry youâre going to be giving birth in my car, so I think Iâll take my chances with the water.â
You nod quickly and climb into the front seat. While Garcia hurries around to the front, you clutch onto your baby bump tightly, wondering why the hell she was coming so early.Â
Garcia winds through traffic hurriedly, every so often she glances in your direction, trying to make sure youâre okay. âI guess they werenât kicks,â you groan, as another contraction washes over you. You grip the door handle until your knuckles turn white and squeeze your eyes shut. Â
âKeep breathing,â Garcia soothes. She lets you take her hand across the console and doesnât even wince when you squish it tightly in yours. Â
âIâm really scared, Penelope,â you whimper quietly, falling back against the seat when the contraction passes. Â
âI know,â Garcia clicks her tongue empathetically. Â
âNothingâs ready. Not her room- we havenât even set up her crib yet Iâm not ready. I was supposed to have another 6 weeks to get ready-â
But Penelope is shaking her head. âYou, right now, as you are, are going to be a great mother, okay? Youâre ready.â
She sounded so sure, so confident in you- maybe she was right. Â
âŠ
âWhere is he?âÂ
Youâre sweating, exposed in a delivery room, and in more pain than you ever have been in your entire life. Â
Garciaâs stayed by your side the entire time, holding your hand and talking you through the pain. Youâd been at the hospital about two hours now. Â
Currently, Garcia was dabbing your forehead with a wet washcloth. Your contractions were about 6 minutes apart. According to the doctor, youâd have to start pushing soon.   Â
âI canât do this without him. He should be here..â
âHeâll be here.â
You look up at her, exhausted and with fear in your eyes.Â
Garcia squeezes your shoulder. âAnd if heâs not here, then weâll do this together, okay? You and me.â
âPromise you wonât leave?â
She nods. âI promise.â
âŠ
Lukeâs sprinting through the maze of a hospital trying desperately to find the delivery room number that Garcia texted him. Heâs already been redirected by a couple of nurses, but every floor looked the same.Â
The door number came into sight when he turned the corner. He doesnât hesitate before running the final distance between the two of you.Â
Luke swings the door open, only able to exhale when his eyes finally land on you. Â
Youâre sitting up in your bed, hair tied up messily and cheeks flushed. Â
As soon as you see him, he sees your shoulder slump, like youâve exhaled a breath of relief.
âLuke-âÂ
His name is barely audible, but itâs enough. Â
âIâm here, baby,â he assures you, crossing the room in just two, large strides.Â
Garciaâs on the opposite side of your bed, clutching your hand tightly. After pressing his lips against your sweaty forehead, he looks at her and mouths, âthank youâ. Â
She nods, âOf course, it was nothing.â She says it casually, like she didnât just spend the last three hours comforting you through labor, doing his job for him, making sure you were safe. Â
It was everything.Â
Minutes after Luke arrives, the doctor tells you itâs time to push. Â
You flash Luke a scared glance, but he wraps an arm around your shoulder and kissed your temple, his lips feel comforting. âYou can do this.âÂ
You sigh, because like you said, being in his arms had a way of making you feel better. Â
...
When her soft cries fill the air, youâre finally able to breathe again. You collapse back against your pillow, exhausted and sweaty. Â
Lukeâs still cupping your hand in his, his much larger fingers wrapping themselves around your skin. Heâs looking towards the doctor, whoâs holding in his arms, your baby girl.Â
âIs she okay?â you ask weakly. Â
Luke nods. âSheâs small, but sheâs so beautiful.âÂ
Because sheâs premature, youâre not able to hold her right away. Instead, sheâs bundled up and taken to the NICU. Â
âNo-â you protest pathetically. âI want her with me-â
âI know,â Luke whispers. âBut they gotta keep her warm. Theyâre gonna put her in an isolette. They said we can visit as soon as youâre ready.â
Without hesitating, you attempt to sit up in bed. âIâm ready,â you declare weakly. Â
Lukeâs hand pushes against your shoulder lightly in protest. âNo, baby. You need rest-â
You found yourself growing angrier and angrier. You wanted to see your baby- wanted to hold her. But your body betrays you. Youâre just so exhausted that you canât even fight against him. Instead, you fall back against the pillow and huff out a choppy, frustrated sob.
âI know,â he says. He sits on the edge of your bed and reaches his hand out to brush some of the loose strands of hair away from your face. He leans forward and presses his lips to your sweaty forehead. âYou did so good.â He whispers against your skin. âSo, so good.â
You close your eyes against his touch, letting it wash over you.Â
âHow small is she?â you ask when he finally breaks away.Â
Lukeâs lips pressed together in a thin line and he didn't answer immediately. After a moment he sighs. âSheâs small.âÂ
âSheâs gonna be okay though, right?â You look to Luke for all the answers. And he wants to give them to you. He wants to give everything to you.Â
He nods. âSheâs gonna be okay. Sheâs a fighter, like her mom.â
âŠ
Your daughter has to stay in the NICU for two, agonizingly long weeks. After a couple of days, you start to get some energy back. But seeing her in that box, and not being able to hold your baby when you wanted was taking its toll emotionally.Â
You and Luke stayed at the hospital for the entirety of the two weeks, never wanting to leave her alone. Â
It was painful and hard and exhausting, but together, it almost seemed bearable. Â
The team visited in shifts. Garcia arrived first with a giant bundle of pink balloons. Spencer and JJ brought magazines and books to keep you busy. Tara has a beautiful bouquet of flowers. Matt and Kristy brought you clothes to change into. Rossi and Emily brought various dishes for the two of you to eat. By the end of your two weeks, you felt incredibly grateful for your BAU family.Â
On the day that you and Luke were finally given the okay to take your daughter home, you found your nerves inching their way back into the forefront of your mind. It was an absolute relief that your premature daughter turned out to be healthy and safe and as beautiful as ever. But you thought about the unfinished room at home and your stomach twisted into knots.Â
âWhere are we gonna put her?â you asked, imagining the crib youâd bought and never put together. Â
âIâll put it together when we get home,â Luke assures you. âCanât be that hard.â
You nodded, pushing the thought away. It didnât matter. Not when you had this miracle of a baby in your arms.Â
When Luke pulled the car into the driveway of your house, you both stared at your home, hesitating before getting out of the car, as if it was just now hitting you how much everything was about to change. Â
Luke gives your hand a reassuring squeeze.Â
âReady?â he asked.Â
You nod, everything was changing for the better. âReady.â
You keep her cradled to your chest as you make your way through your home. The first order of business for Luke was to put together the crib, so your daughter would at least have a place to sleep. Â
Youâd worry about the rest later. Â
But when you climb the stairs, youâre startled to see Garcia standing in your hallway, a cheeky grin on her face. Â
âPen, hi,â you smile. Youâd given her a key to take care of Roxy and water your plants while you were away at the hospital, you assume that was what she was here for. Â
âHi,â she smiles wide. âOh my goodness, is that my little bundle of joy! Let me see!âÂ
You pass Penelope your daughter, watching adoringly as the two interact.Â
âIs someone else here?â Luke asks, peering down the hall when he hears voices.Â
Garcia nods, her signature, ear to ear smile spreading across her face. âYeah, actually we have a surprise for you guys.â She passes your daughter back to you before turning. Â
âWhoâs âweâ?â Luke asks skeptically.Â
âOh, just shut up and follow me,â she says. Her heels click as she walks down the hall towards the bedrooms. Â
When you turn the corner into your daughter's room, you canât help but let out a loud gasp. Your jaw practically falls to the floor, surprised to see the entire team piled inside. Â
Two walls of the room were painted a beautiful shade of pink, while the other two were a soft gray. There were various decoratives hanging on the walls, tying everything together perfectly. There were also numerous shelves filled with an assortment of stuffed animals, toys, and books. And in the corner stood the hardwood crib that Luke and you had bought, completely put together and accented with a beautiful mobile hanging above it. Â
âOh my god,â Luke gawks, clearly just as surprised as you.Â
âYou guys-â you start, but you before you can finish your sentence you start to cry. âYou guys did all this?â
The smiling faces of the rest of your team answer your question. Â
âHow?â Is all you can manage to say. Â
âWell, I picked out the colors and the decor,â Garcia says, like itâs obvious. âEmily and Tara both helped paint.â
âAnd I've put my fair share of cribs together,â Matt chuckles, patting the edge of the darkwood. âIt took no time at all.â
âJJ and Spencer got together the books and the stuffed animals,â Garcia motions towards the corner of toys. Â
âAnd I supervised,â Rossi smirked, making everyone laugh.Â
âGuys, this is too much.â Luke shakes his head in disbelief before exhaling and saying sincerely, âthank you.â
You nod in agreement. âThis is⊠amazing. This is more than I could have ever dreamed of. I love it. Sheâs gonna love it,â you motion towards your now sleeping baby, mouth open and drooling on your chest. Â
The team knows how exhausted you and Luke are from being at the hospital for the past two weeks, so they donât stay long. Slowly, they begin filing out of your house, offering both you and the new BAU baby with hugs and kisses goodbye. Â
Garciaâs the last to leave as she gathers her coat from your entryway chair. Â
âPen, I know this was your idea,â you mumble. âYou didnât have to do all this. Thank you.âÂ
She shakes her head, her eyes rolling as she hugs you gently. When she pulls away, she smirks, âIf you thought I was going to let my Goddaughter come home to an unfinished room, you are underestimating how much I am going to spoil her.â Â
With that, she's out the door, leaving you and Luke and your newborn baby alone in the house for the first time as a family of three. Luke wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side securely. You sigh, all of your anxiety and fears melting away. Being in his arms had a way of making you feel better. Â
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nct 127âs relation to lian
TAEIL + LIAN: IL-LI
taeil used to wake her up for school when she was still a teenager :((
such a soft but overlooked duo
will appreciate each other forever and ever
lian teaches him roasts in english that he can say to johnny
remain each otherâs hype man and woman
taeil was the first to suggest he and the other nct members react to the trailers of her dramas on video so they can boost them in popularity
promotes the HELL out of lianâs solo career over twitter
lian loves coming up behind him and just giving him hugs because heâs soft (ááŁá)Ő
they watch movies together a lot! but taeil has to come down to the fifth floor because lian hates it up on the tenth one
he was once able to grab her hand in an airport and they held hands the entire time :(( a few pictures went a little viral
they share hoodies NSHDHSHCJA
lian keeps bugging him to get an instagram
taeil will ALWAYS take her side in silly arguments she and the other members have sometimes
he makes fun of her height because sheâs shorter than him-
he also used to help her with her homework :(
cried when lian went on her first date
âmy child is growing up (ÂŽâ©ïœă)â
had to do a background check on the guy before he even allowed him to come in contact with her again, though
JOHNNY + LIAN: JOANN
johnny is her dad, period
no questions asked he is her father
will give her piggyback rides all the time
he was once woken up by her jumping on his bed and asking if they could go shopping
at 6:00 am
he actually got up, got ready and took her shopping but since it was so early, the stores were all closed
he took her out for japanese fluffy pancakes, though!
whenever lian is sick, johnny makes her his momâs homemade chicken noodle soup recipe :((
speaking of johnnyâs mom, she loves lian to death and always asks johnny if heâs taking good care of her
if theyâre not being asked any questions or having to translate anything during interviews, they always whisper jokes in each otherâs ears to try and make the other one laugh
because of how lian dies during the trailer of her new drama, johnny cried in front of twenty-two other men while they reacted to it
he was NOT embarrassed
âhow are you guys not crying? this is so sad. what a cruel world we live in à»( Ë” âąÌ ⥠âąÌ Ë” )à„â
kept screaming at lianâs âdream of youâ performance video
âWHY ARE YOU ON THE GROUND DANCING LIKE THAT?!â âJISUNG COVER YOUR EYES-â
he once effortlessly picked up lian and moved her somewhere else because she wasnât standing where she was supposed to be
everyone says that their ship name is something a white, suburban mom would be named. now nctzens pronounce joann like âjoanneâ x
it was said on the zach sang show that johnny used to measure her height every month to see if she grows or not, and thatâs the only reason why he has her height memorized
TAEYONG + LIAN: LIYONG
has lost lian in so many airports itâs not even funny
âhyung, what happened to lian?â âoh, you have GOT to be kidding me-â
whenever he doesnât see her he goes into panic mode and starts asking if anyone has seen his little sister
âabout this tall with really shiny hair? her cheekbones are insane, i swear. OH OH OH SHE WAS WEARING JOHNNYâS HOODIE- you donât know what johnnyâs hoodie looks like.. okay, well thank you for your help.â
one of the first members that she was comfortable with
lian said that he was her role model :â(
as the leader, heâs always taking care of her and will not sleep until he knows for sure sheâs eaten
because of how lian never participated in any of nctâs first bit of promotions due to being too uncomfortable around them, she was allowed to skip out on the viewings of their relay video letters
but she was still required to make one for somebody and that somebody was taeyong Ë” àș ïžż àș Ë”
she said that she was glad he was her leader and that she hoped to become closer one day
he cried
declares that he will take care of lian till the day he dies
taeyong had yelled at lianâs former manager until he voluntarily quit working for her- he had found out that lian was being overworked to the point where she collapsed during their dance practice and he wasnât okay with it
always cheering her on backstage when she performs solo
he always tries to include her in guiding the members for their dances because he knows how happy it makes her
instead of having her carry her glasses around with her, he does it instead :D
ânana, do you have to wear your glasses now?â
taeyong tucks her into bed every night he can á( àœ ÊÌŻ àœ)á
YUTA + LIAN: YUN
totally doesnât have feeling for her, yeah
yuta is obsessed and when i tell you heâs obsessed, heâs obsessed
did i mention obsessed?
heâs jealous of everyone :(
yun stans insist that the only reason yuta is so touchy with winwin and mark is because heâs trying to cover up his feelings for lian
bye if thatâs true-
hyuck wanted to give her a hug (a rare occurrence) and yuta straight up just said,
âmine. go awayâ
i have proof guys :// johnny recorded it and literally posted it on instagram
lian died internally when yuta cut his long hair because she couldnât put it into ponytails anymore :((
but his hair is growing back now so sheâs able to do it again :)
yuta teaches her japanese every tuesday and thursday!
we donât bring this up because itâs pretty embarrassing but,, when nct 127 were backstage before performing kick it, yuta asked doyoung (who was in a direction where he could get a clear view of lianâs face) if lian was staring at him
how do we know this, you may ask?
it was caught on camera and everyone made fun of him for a solid week straight
heâs caught staring at her from afar way too often for comfort
lian says that heâs very pretty
much like the other memebers that have instagram, he makes story countdowns that he posts about a week before lian plans to release her solo music
DOYOUNG + LIAN: LIDO
another member of the lian protection squad
doyoung was the first to start calling her cupcake
it all started when doyoung was sick and lian made him cupcakes to make him feel better
will slap anyone who makes a flirty remark towards lian
was embarrassed for yuta when he asked if she was staring at him
said ânoâ and walked away
lian is the only one who ever shows him any mercy :â)
they have very similar taste in decor so they often go shopping together for things to put around the dorm
doyoung said that he spends the most time in lianâs room because it smells like vanilla all the time
he spoils her SO MUCH
like so much
half the plushies she owns at the moment were gifts from doyoung
has a tendency to watch over her and make sure sheâs content at all times
âcupcake, are you hungry? i can make you some food if youâd likeâ âoppa, itâs 3:00am-â âand?â
they take such pretty instagram pictures :((
at one point in time, doyoung was jealous of his older brother because lian used to crush on him a tiny bit :0
not because doyoung likes her or anything, she just couldnât stop talking about how nice he looked in revolutionary love
disapproves of the staff giving lian such short clothing sometimes
âum, excuse me, she canât wear that. are you crazy? go get her a new outfit, pleaseâ
JAEHYUN + LIAN: JAELI
not many people bring this up because we know itâs honestly a sensitive topic :|
but he lowkey has deep feelings for her (he makes it so obvious sometimes itâs kinda disappointing to see how oblivious lian really is to it)
jaeli + yun love triangle anyways
jokes aside, though, jaehyun loves lian so so much
once cried to johnny about how he doesnât know what to do and that he didnât want to make anything awkward by confessing to her
makes sure to be near her as often as possible
once scared away a whole kim taehyung from talking to her during isac â°[ â°ïčâ° ]⯠(letâs pretend bts were there for 2019 pls)
âjungkook, keep your friend away, please :Dâ
didnât work, though, because they ended up having a conversation later in the day either way
*in the 97â liner groupchat* âHYUNG IM SORRY HE RAN AWAY I DIDNT KNOW WHAT TO DOl
it was uncalled for but what can you do amirite â(ÂŽïœïœ)â
lian pokes his dimples a lot and squishes his cheeks
just randomly hugs him but heâs not complaining
johnny isnât picking sides but he became team jaeli after jaehyun broke into tears in front of him for the first time since they were trainees about how much he loves lian
sad,, i know
lian judges jaehyun for not sleeping with sheets
continues to believe he is not a human being, but a robot created in a lab
jaehyun smiles at her for no reason
JUNGWOO + LIAN: LIWOO
an instant bond formed between them when they first met!
jungwoo learned a lot about her and has developed so many ways to deal with her anxiety :(
gave the staff a guide on how to keep her calm when he went on hiatus because he couldnât be there with her
buys her colouring books because he knows that they calm her down well!
liwoo went viral and become a popular ship when lian accidentally changed the nct 127 instagram profile picture to a jungwoo icon
she got scolded but it was iconic orange haired jungwoo with a chain-
an untouchable duo when they do double aegyo
nctzens think jungwoo is her favourite member
maybe because lian said he was
â âwhoâs your favourite member?â hmm iâll have to say woo-oppa!â
*cue jungwoo laughing at yutaâs face because he was that shocked*
they share secrets with each other so now they probably know the other like the palm of their hand
even though heâs off his hiatus, he still has to guide the staff members through lianâs little moments because sm staff suck at their job sometimes
theyâre the two members who go grocery shopping together
more like jungwoo dragging lian to the grocery store with him but okay
jungwoo loves kissing her cheeks (ăâœă)
their vocals mixed together are confirmed to be noises from heaven
lian misses his blonde bowl cut :/
MARK + LIAN: LIMARK
leader of lianâs natural length hair committee
like when i tell you mark hates her extensions-
mark was the first friend lian was able to make in nct!
they bonded over canada and it was very rare to see them speaking in korean
mark goes into straight panic when heâs with her sometimes
has to remind himself theyâre like siblings
lian ans mark covered âyour eyesâ by hoody and jay park during a vlive!
it was adorable :((
lian had him saved in her phone as âandroid userâ but now she doesnât know what to change it to
they had a fight in 2019
mark letâs her call him the weirdest freaking nicknames ăœ ( êȘĐŽêȘ )ïŸ
mars bar, markie, mork, marko
AND IN RETURN HE CALLS HER MARIJUANA-
he says itâs because czennies consider her to be addicting and since marijuana is addicting as well he thought itâd be a good fit
someone on twitter absolutely ENDED HIM though and wouldnât stop making fun of him (ïŒâŁÌ_âŁÌ)
they can read each otherâs mind just by looking at each other
âdude i hate this shit why does she keep asking us who we wanna collab with?â *cue lian laughing hysterically*
âwhatâs so funny (ă-ă)â â interviewer
HAECHAN + LIAN: LIHYUCK
haechan makes fun of her kissing scenes in dramas
calls her short all the time
âlian give me a high five- oh haha nevermind itâs too bad youâre so shortâ
theyâve actually been so close to fighting each other and iâm not even joking
theyâre the two members who fight the most out of all of them
but despite this, they love each other very much
hyuck says heâs the only one whoâs allowed to make her mad
and if anyone else makes her mad heâd kill them
limark 2019 fight flashbacks where haechan kept threatening mark
there are actually moments when theyâre clingy with each other-
haechan loves her hugs :((
like ??????? one minute theyâre at each otherâs throats and the next, theyâre all lovey dovey hugging each other make it make sense ?????
lian could be speaking english and heâd say, âkorean, please. i canât understand canadianâ
âshut up <3â
hello haechan cried and wouldnât let go of her during her and markâs graduation ceremony in 2018
she makes fun of him for it but never takes it too far
he goes to her for dance advice
during their nct 2018 weekly idol appearance when they were doing the random kpop dance thing, they beat everyone ŰŁâżŰŁ
#lian: relationships#lian: nct 127#nct#nct 127#kim chungha#nct female member#nct addition#lee taeyong#moon taeil#johnny suh#nakamoto yuta#kim doyoung#jung jaehyun#kim jungwoo#mark lee#lee donghyuck#nct 127 female member#nct 127 added member#nct 24th member#nct 22nd member#lianna bae
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Wish You Were Here (ii)
Pairings: Tony Stark x daughter!reader, Peter Parker x Stark!reader (platonic)
Summary:
an Infinity War/Endgame AU where Tony Starkâs daughter (you) is one of half the population that vanishes in the snap, Tony finds out later on when he arrives back to Earth, devastated, then you come back like the others to help fight Thanos.
Word count: 3,115
A/n: (moved to the end of the fic!)
Warnings: angst, death, swearing, Morganâs a cutie! and no seriously I miss him so much
read it on ao3!
Part 1
gif not mine! credits to the owner^^
Just like the others, you were brought back when the Avengers succeeded in retrieving all the infinity stones.
You're laying on the ground at the same place you were last time: Wakanda. Once you gain consciousness you struggle to get up, your legs wobbly.
âHello?â You call out, but you're alone, canât even contact anyone since your suit is out of power. You have no clear memory of what happened, just that you had an anxiety attack while Natasha held you, then you blacked out and - thatâs it.
You felt a strong breeze and footsteps behind you.
â[Y/N] Stark,â a manâs voice says. âCome with me.â
The man is ancient looking, had a cape and his facial hair weirdly reminds you of Tonyâs. âWho are you? And how long was I out?â You look at a sparking yellow portal far behind him, âdid you do that?â
âStick together and stick with Wong,â the man calls out before the portal closes. You have no idea who he was talking to since they already got in. âDoctor Stephen Strange. We need to find Pepper Potts and... get you suited.â
âI already am suited itâs just - no juice. Whatâs going on?â
âItâs been five years. Itâs time, your father and the others need our help to defeat Thanos,â Doctor Strange opens up another portal to an unfamiliar cabin. Your eyes light up at the mention of Tony. âQuickly. We do not have much time.â
Five years? Unbelievable. Thatâs just insane. You like sleeping a lot but you couldnât imagine being asleep for five long years.
âAre - are you sure weâre in the right pla - okay, sorry, donât have much time, yeah,â you knock on the door when Doctor Strange gives you a stern and impatient look. It gets answered right away.
â[Y/N]? Oh my god,â Pepper says breathlessly. You could feel her sobbing while she hugs you tightly.
âHey, you guys didnât tell me you moved,â you frown. âIs all my stuff here? Mr. Strange wants me to get ready and this isnât the only suit I have-â
âDoctor Strange.â
âItâs upstairs, last room on the left,â Pepper smiles as she wipes her tears. You nod and went up the stairs as the magic doctor told her everything.
All your stuff were in boxes and your spare iron suit was standing in a corner. You wiped away the dust off and checked if it was in good condition. It was ready to go.
You quickly charged the weapons and blasters on the suit, and you still needed to-
You hear a small gasp from behind the door.
Confused, you turn around to see a girl with an amazed smile on her face. âY/N!â
You cautiously walk over to the small girl, âyeah, Iâm Y/N, whatâs your name?â
âMorgan,â she replies, then her eyes widen as she hides something behind her back. âDaddy said I can borrow your stuff as long as I put it back. They all look really cool.â
You still arenât sure, but you start to put the pieces together in your mind: you were âgoneâ for five years, this girl is living with Pepper, and if you guessed right, âdaddyâ is Tony.
Sheâs your sister.
âItâs okay, and thanks,â she gives you a small hug which you return slightly, you feel a smile growing on your face since you find her really precious. âItâs nice to meet you, Morgan.
âHey, so, thereâs this weirdo man downstairs and he wants me and Pep - mom to do an errand for him,â you say to her once you remember you have to go. Morgan nods understandingly, âwe can play and catch up when I get back, okay? Thatâs a promise.â
She runs back to her room and you get suited up, power at its maximum.
âWelcome back, Ms. Stark.â
âGlad to be. I missed you - actually, how Dadâs doing? Is he alright?â
âMr. Stark had a concussion earlier, but as of now he is waking up again.â
âOh,â you exhale and start worrying about him a bit. âOkay. Thatâs fine, I guess,â
Once you go back down a portal was already open and a nanny by the door (you assumed for Morgan). You fly right in before it closed up.
âHoly shit.â
There's armies coming out of many different portals, from people to aircrafts, to mutants. You all gather at the Avengers compound, or what used to be the compound.
âI forgot to mention,â you point out and Pepper turns to you, âThatâs a pretty badass suit.â
You could feel Pepper roll her eyes from inside her suit. You follow her as she flies all the way to the front.
Your eyes dart everywhere to look for Tony. And there he is, getting up from the ground and flying back to the Avengers. He looks worn out, ragged, tired; you notice before his iron head covered him up. Thereâs so many people that you doubt he even saw you. God, you miss him so much.
Cap, Thor, Rhodey, Clint, Peter, Wanda, Bucky, Sam, Bruce - or Hulk, everyone was there, but whereâs Natasha?
âAvengers!â Cap shouts, a hand extended as he catches Mjolnir without stumbling - whoa, what? - âassemble.â
Thatâs it. The battle begins.
It's your first time using your backup suit, you obviously didnât have the time to test it out first. Good thing it works fine.
You're flying around, shooting enemies whenever they get in your way and helping anyone on your side who needed it.
What got you confused (not that you were complaining) was how the other Avengers were a bit too happy to see you than they normally should. You brushed it off though, they probably just love you so much like you love them.
âAye, mind if you launch me? I need to be over there,â a raccoon holding a gun states and pointed to the direction. You recognize him immediately.
"Sure thing, bud,â you obliged, grabbing him, levitating off the ground and to thrust your iron arm forward like a cannon.
After a while the battle died down a bit and you saw Tony embracing Peter in a distance.
You smile sadly. Peterâs your best friend, but you really wish that itâs you who Tony was hugging.
Your jealousy fades when one of those giant flying Chitauri makes its way to their direction, ready to attack.
âFriday, activate the mega blaster,â you fly closer to the pair.
âWhich one?â For fuckâs sake, Friday,
âThe biggest one, please, now!â Once the blaster's out, you aim at the monster who's literally meters away from Tony and Peter and fire. When it crashes to the ground lifeless, you land beside them.
âSorry, that was,â you pant, opening up your iron helmet. âIt was literally going to eat you guys, so, uh, sorry for ruining the moment.â
Peter smiles, nodding and Tony looks at you as if he couldnât believe his eyes.
He hadnât seen you in so long that your sudden presence fucking took his breath away. You're here, alive and back. If you guys werenât in such a situation heâd go on and tell you about all the things you missed.
âIâm probably in trouble, right? I mean.. look Dad, Iâm in a battlefield,â you laugh nervously, shooting a creature from the corner of your eye. âIn my defense, Doctor Strange was the one who came to me, I didnât-â
You're cut off when Tony wraps his arms around you. Right now he didnât care about your excuses as to why you were here. But if Tony from five years ago could see you now heâd definitely ground you for life and take away your lab privileges.
âYouâre doing great.â his voice slightly muffled from the hug. You let out a squeak, not expecting that from him at all. Tony smiles and plants a kiss to your forehead. âI love you, kid.â
âI love you too, Dad.â
The battle carries on and you're being swarmed by more enemies. You got really beaten up as it went on - what really knocked you out was when Thanosâ spaceship rained fire.
Unable to get shelter, you try your best to dodge everything that came out of the ship. You could barely see anymore because of the chaos and the clouds of dust everywhere.
âMs. Stark, you need to get somewhere safe! Your heart rate is also increasing dangerously fast.â
âNot - not helping, Fri-â you get cut off when one of the blue fires hit you on the head, sending you to the ground unconscious.
----
â[Y/N], come on buddy, you need to get up,â Peter. He found your body a while after he handed the gauntlet to Captain Marvel. The battle's still ongoing, but heâs focusing on keeping you away from it while he waits for you to wake up.
You quickly sit up and gasp for air, looking at your best friend. âDid we win? Did we - wait, Peter, look out!â You push him out of the way when a group of monsters make their way to both of you. They turn into dust before they could lunge forward, however.
â...what the..?â
He helps you up and the both of you run to where Rhodey and Tony are at. You nearly break down when you see the state he's in.
âMr. Stark? Hey - Mr. Stark? Itâs Peter... and look, Y/Nâs here- sheâs okay, sir-â While Peter tries to talk to him you kneel down beside him, placing a hand on his arm while you do your best not to cry.
Then he looks at you, mouthing itâs okay.
But you know it isnât. On your part, anyway. It seems really selfish but you donât know what youâd do without him. Tony has always been there for you, he always kept you going.
Pepper kneels beside you, gave you a reassuring look before looking at her husband. âFriday?â
âLife functions critical.â That makes you whimper, pulling yourself closer to Tony.
âTony, look at me. Weâre going to be okay. You can rest now.â
You nod, sniffling, resting your head on his shoulder lightly. âI love you. Iâll take good care of Morgan, dad. Donât worry.â
When the light of his arc reactor goes out, thatâs when both you and Pepper break down, comforting each other around Tonyâs lifeless body.
----
Dresses really werenât your thing. So were skirts and shorts. But you wore a short, black dress for Tonyâs funeral. You didnât care if you werenât comfortable, it was for him. Youâd do anything for him.
You barely got any sleep since the battle, you couldnât now that he was gone. It didnât feel right. You had no idea how to cope, how you could move on from this.
What made things worse is when Steve and Thor told you about what happened to Natasha, thatâs why you didnât see her in the battle. She gave her own life just to get everybody else back.
You mustâve zoned out again because Rhodey and Pepper are now setting something up in the living room. An Iron Man helmet.
âSâthat going to be new decoration?â You force out a chuckle, sniffling afterwards, sitting down on the sofa behind them.
Iron Manâs eyes light up when Rhodey presses a button. You couldnât believe what you were seeing. Tony sitting on a chair, a hologram.
He turns it off before hologram Tony could say a word. âThatâs,â he sighs, âthatâs for later.â
âI canât do this,â you get up, running a hand through your hair. âI canât. Iâll - Iâll break down, I know I will. Can I take a walk? Please?â
âTake your time.â Steve gives you a comforting smile.
Pepper nods. âSome air would do you good. Be back when itâs time, okay?â
You take longer calming yourself down in the woods near the cabin. You cried, you mumbled to yourself, paced back and forth,
Cause a picture is all that I have, To remind me that you're never coming back If I picture it now it just makes me sad And right now I just wish you were here.
You stop when you heard leaves crunching. Peter just arrived, along with his aunt.
âHey,â Peter silently greets, pulling you into a hug. It's obvious he isnât getting any sleep either. âAre you okay?â
âOf course not,â you murmur, pulling away. âI should probably head back inside.â
âIâll see you in a bit.â
You slowly walk to the porch, stopping when you hear Tonyâs voice inside. You decide to just wait outside the door, you definitely donât want to see his face, not right now, it'd be too painful.
âIf we pull this thing off, and get everyone back,â Tony pauses. âTell [Y/N] I left something in her room, yeah?â
Then he does the secret rhythm to a clap only the both of you memorized and knew.
You assume heâs done, since you donât hear his voice anymore after that. Everyone goes out of the house and you hold Morganâs hand as all of you walk to the lake for one last goodbye.
After that you talked to everybody who came for a while. Bruce, Steve, Clint and Thor tried to get you to look at the bright side, which you appreciated, you met the rest of the guardians who came, Doctor Strange who gave you a sympathetic look and apologized for your loss, and the guy you remembered Tony told you about, the one who helped him when his suit powered down and got stranded years ago. You made a mental note to ask him to hang out with you and Peter sometime.
âHey... Iâm heading to bed now,â you inform Pepper, Happy and Rhodey (both men were staying at the cabin for a few days) who're in the living room staring at the fireplace.
Before you go to your own room you check up on Morgan, whoâs fast asleep. She's wearing her little Iron Man glove, pressed to her chest. She doesnât deserve this.
Your room is still unpacked and they just sort of removed your bed from the compound and moved it here. You sit on the bed, already thinking of ways to move on that you know wouldnât work anyway.
You remember your father claimed he had something for you here, so taking a deep breath, you clap the secret rhythm,
âDad... youâve gotta be kidding me,â you whine, covering your face with both palms.
Another hologram.
âHey legacy,â Tony chuckles, looking at you. You shake your head at the ridiculous nickname, also avoiding his eyes, which youâre sure would make you cry if you did look. âI... uh, this is just a little video. For you. Sure you wonât see this but... I like to pretend I could still talk to you. I miss you, a lot.â
You fiddle with your hands, still not looking at him but you listen to him talk.
âBut weâll see. Weâll figure something out. I hope to see you soon, [Y/N]. I love you.â
He has both hands in his pockets as he looked at you with a warm smile, before disappearing.
But he reappears a second after.
âWeâre doing it tomorrow. The... uh, time travel thing.â
The stress in his voice make you look up at him, but this time he isnât looking at you. It seems like he was pacing while he recorded it.
âI just finished doing one of these for, well, in case I somehow die while we attempt to do it. If you think about it, itâs highly likely. Going back in time, yada yada, possibilities are endless,â he sighs. âBut I figured I owe my firstborn a final message if that happens, right?â
âHonestly I feel,â he makes motions with his hands. âBit anxious... right now. We were the only ones helping each other out when one of us felt this way but... seeing as youâre not here, I just have to deal with it.â
â[Y/N], look at me,â Tony crouches down to be in level with you, like he knew you were actually here watching this, like he was actually there, the one talking to you. But itâs how he programmed it. âYou wanna know what my best decision in life was?â
âYeah?â
âTaking you in,â he smiles. âWhen we fight you always bring up that I had the choice not to, and you were right. But guess what? I have no regrets.â
You smile, blinking back tears.
âYou mean the world to me, I just feel like I donât say it enough,â Tony cocks his head slightly, still looking at you. âWe both have no idea what the afterlifeâs like but that wonât matter, Iâll always look after you girls.â
âSpeaking of which, your sister reminded me so much of you when she was first born, god, I still wish you were around for that. I know youâll love her, sheâs just brilliant. Take care of her for me, yeah?â
âMaybe thereâs a way to get you back,â Tony sighs at your words, already knowing that itâs not going to work out. âI - I just need some time. I can bring you back, Dad-â
He places a hand on your shoulder. You couldnât feel it, but you did feel a light breeze. âThe deedâs already done, honey. Donât worry about me. Come on, donât cry,â he kneels in front of you as you let yourself go, crying hard into your palms.
Don't say everything's meant to be, Cause you know it's not what I believe Can't help but think that it should've been me In the end, I just wish you were here.
You open your eyes when you hear a beep, even Tony turns around. The recording had ten seconds left. âThe recordingâs about to end, [Y/N],â
âI love you tons,â you whisper, looking up at him.
Tony smiles, caressing your cheek. âI love you 3,000.â
Yeah, they say you're in a better place, Either way I still wish you were here âCause they say you're in a better place In the end, I just wish you were here.
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so hereâs part 2. I miss him yâall, itâs missing-Tony-so-much hours for me
just like the first part, I got the title from this amazing song by Neck Deep which you can listen to here.
[taglist: @creation-magicianâ (which I would like to personally thank for wanting to be tagged)]
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Cafe 7 Dream: Chenle
Word count: 2,438
Warnings: violence, stabbing
Read the prologue before reading this! Â
You were heading out to the cafe after class. Renjun and Haechan were far up ahead of you, chasing behind Jisung to tease him. Mark, Jaemin, and Jeno laughed at the poor boyâs torment and ran along to catch up. You and Chenle were left alone. The two of you didnât really hang out alone together. The only times when you were this close to Chenle was when you hung out Jisung. Even then, you were never alone with Chenle for more than a minute.
âYou know, uh, we never really spend time together,â Chenle said with a nervous laugh.
âWell, you are my boss,â you joked.
Chenle felt hurt at your reply. He wanted you to think of him as a friend, not as the guy who ordered you around and didnât even pay you.Â
âYou can work with me today,â Chenle offered.
âI was actually hoping to assemble some cakes with Mark today, but that sounds great too,â you replied.Â
You had no idea how much your words stung Chenle. He had a major crush on you for months. Hearing that he wasnât even in the friendzone made him upset. Chenle was determined to make you like him, even a little bit.Â
At the cafe, you stood behind Chenle as he worked. You watched him lift boxes and give order to the other boys. You didnât want to admit it, but Chenle was quite attractive when he was in a position of power. His confidence made you swoon. In reality, Chenle was quite anxious about his crush staring at him. The two of you talked a little, but you were both nervous about impressing each other.Â
After the last customer walked about, Chenle decided to make a move on you.
âHey, y/n, do you want to come over to my place tonight?â Chenle knew the question was completely random, but he didnât know if he would ever get another opportunity to ask you out.Â
You were quite shocked at his question, wondering if he could read your mind. You had just been thinking about how you wanted to spend more time with him.Â
Chenle assumed your silence was a no and said, âThatâs fine. Iâll see you again tomorrow, y/n.â His face dropped in disappointment.Â
âNo!â you said, grabbing his shoulder. You quickly let go after you realized what you had done. âI mean, Iâd love to spend more time with you. Tonight sounds nice.âÂ
âGreat!â Chenle held on to your hand softly and led you out the cafe doors. Before he stepped out, he turned around and said, âguys, you can close up without me.â
Chenleâs house was huge, to say the least. Everything looked like it was out of a storybook. There was beautiful mahogany furniture that lined the hallways, which seemed like they went on forever. The high ceilings and walls were embellished with gold fixtures. You were sure that you were in a palace.
Chenle noticed the wonder on your face as you walked through the house and smiled to himself. He was overjoyed to make you impressed.
âPretty nice, right?â he asked.
âThis place is more than nice,â you said with wide eyes. âItâs insane!â
Chenle laughed at your reply. He didnât care much for the way the house looked. Chenle was never interested in such superficial things, but seeing you this happy made him feel so lucky.
âCome on, letâs go to my room,â he said, pulling you up the stairs.
Chenleâs room was much more modestly decorated compared to the rest of the house. Despite all the luxury of his home, Chenle had mastered the art of the broke, messy college student look. You sat on his bed and looked around the room. Chenle grabbed a bottle from under his desk and handed it to you.
âYou should try this, itâs really good.â You accepted the bottle and started to drink it. âIâll go get some snacks for us,â Chenle said, walking out his room.
The drink Chenle gave you tasted like orange soda, but was a bit more bitter. You werenât sure if it was your lack of sleep or the drink, but you began to feel sleepy. You were too tired to sit up, so you laid down on Chenleâs bed. You tried fighting your sleep, but it was just too strong.Â
In your dreams, you saw yourself as a child. You watched your first day of school, your graduations, and your birthday parties. These memories made you feel cheerful and warm. The memories of your past slowly started to fade away. You body felt cold and empty. Darkness surrounded you. You felt lost, until a light grew around you. You saw yourself again, but this time it wasnât a memory. You watched yourself on the floor, covered in blood. You were crying for help, but nobody was there to save you. Your body jolted and you woke up.
ây/n is everything okay?â Chenle asked. He rushed to your side and began to stroke the side of your face.
âI was just dreaming and I saw something really weird,â you said, sitting up on the bed. âI kind of saw myself being attacked.â
âAh shoot.â Chenle placed his hand on his forehead and shook his head. âI knew this would have never worked.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âCome on y/n.â Chenle gestured with his hand for you to follow him.
Chenle took you into the library of his home. The room was huge and you were sure there were thousands of books in it. You had never seen anything like it before. Chenle pulled out a book from the shelf and handed it to you.
âRead the cover.â
ââSpells of the Mind, a Complete Encyclopedia.â What is this?â you asked.Â
âMagic books. The place is full of them. You can read all the titles and youâll see.â
You listened to Chenle and checked out the other books on the shelves. You found âThe Guidebook to Forest Spirits: Volume 1â, âThe History of Warlocksâ, and âDried Grass Potionsâ. Every book you picked up had a strange name and you simply could not understand it all.
âWhat does this mean Chenle?â you asked, as you poked around the bookshelf.
âIâm not a normal person, y/n. My family has magical abilities,â Chenle started to explain.
âYeah right,â you replied, rolling your eyes.
âDo you have a better explanation for all these books then?â Chenle snapped. You were silent and let him continue.
âLike I was saying, my family has magic abilities so do some of the guys. You see, Jisungâs actually a wizard. He made a love potion and put it in the cafeâs food. Thatâs why we get so many customers. And Jeno, heâs a water spirit. Then thereâs Haechan. He hasnât really gotten his powers yet, but they should come in any day now.â
âWhat about Jaemin? Is he some kind of coffee spirit?â you asked.
âNah, Jaeminâs just a regular human. Heâs just a little weird. Markâs human too.â
You laughed and said, âGo figure. A group filled with magical beings and Jaeminâs the normal person.â Chenle laughed long with you. âWhat about Renjun?â
âAh, Renjun,â Chenle became quiet. âRenjunâs kind of an oracle. He sees into the future and stuff. Most of his visions have never really happened, so his powers are kind of a joke. But he had one vision where you were attacked, so I got worried, and I gave you that thing to drink. It was a potion to protect you, but then you saw the vision yourself, and um, yeah,â Chenle rambled.
âHis visions, theyâre not accurate?â you said with a raised eyebrow.
âTheyâve never really happened, so I think so. And what you saw,â Chenle paused for a second. âIt was probably just a manifestation of my own fears, since I was the one who gave you the potion. It doesnât really mean anything.â
âOkay, cool,â you said, brushing away the topic. âSo tell me more about you Chenle! What are your powers like?â
âWell Iâve been trained in practically everything, but my specialty is a secret.â You pouted at his answer. âItâs because my parents are kind of big deals in the magic world, so we canât be open about our abilities. Itâs for our safety.â
âWhen can I meet your parents? I am in their house, after all.â
âAt the cafe event. Theyâre launching a campaign about the implementation of magic in the real world, and the cafe is the first place on the list. Theyâll be there and a whole bunch of magical beings in the business world will be there too.â
You and Chenle sat on the floor of the library and talked for hours. You were amazed by all the books, and pulled out each from the shelves to have Chenle explain it to you. By the end of the night, you were engulfed by the world of magic. You wanted to learn more, so you asked Chenle if it was okay to stay over. He was delighted and showed you to a room near his own.
The next day at the cafe, you wanted to see the magic in action. You sneaked behind Jisung as he went into the back room. The room looked like the lab of a mad scientist. There were shelves filled with potions on all the walls. Your cover was blown when Jisung turned around.
âAh y/n! What are you, um, doing, uh, here?â Jisung stuttered. He took a step closer to you, trying to make you leave the room.
âChill out, Jisung. Chenle told me all about your little love potion,â you said with a smirk. âI know you guys have magic.âÂ
Jisung blushed at your words and replied, âWell since youâre here, want to see what Iâve been up to?â
You nodded and Jisung started to explain all the potions he had made. Most of them were just variations of the love potion, which was his specialty. You grabbed a bottle to examine.Â
âBe careful y/n! That oneâs still a little messed up. Chenle drank it before and he confessed that he like y-â Jisung stopped speaking when he realized what he had done.
âHe likes me?â you said with wide eyes.Â
âHe, uh, just pretend like you didnât hear anything, okay?â Jisung said before shooing you out the room. âChenleâs going to kill me for this,â he muttered to himself.Â
After the cafe had closed, Chenle invited you to his house again. The two of you were sitting in the library when Chenle opened up to you.
ây/n, I think youâre so perfect and beautiful and amazing and, uh, can I be your boyfriend?â Chenle blabbered.
You laughed at his confession, thinking back to what Jisung had told you earlier.
Chenle looked down and said, âI get it. Iâm sorry I-â
âDonât apologize,â you said, grabbing his hand. âI like you too! I was just laughing because Jisung spilled your secret earlier today.â
âUgh, Iâm going to get him for this!â
You and Chenle laughed and cuddled in the library. Chenle offered for you to spend the night again, and you happily accepted. Every day after work, Chenle offered to take you to his home, and you always said yes. You practically lived at his house.Â
One night, while you were sleeping, Chenle was discussing the cafe event with his mother.
âItâll be shameful if Haechan doesnât have his powers. People from all over the world are going to coming to the cafe. What are they going to think when they see a boy with unawakened powers? We have to maintain our reputation.â
âBut mom-â
âNo buts. If the only way to bring out the magic in him is through a ritual, then so be it. Youâve got a sleeping human upstairs, ready to be sacrificed. I expect you to do whatâs right for this family.â
Chenle couldnât bring himself to hurt you. His familyâs success was nothing compared to your life. You were his number one priority, or at least thatâs what he tried to convince himself.Â
It was the day of the cafe event and Chenle still hadnât followed his mother orders. Chenle knew there would be dire consequences if he didnât do as he was told.
âHey y/n, Haechan, can you help me in the back?â Chenle said. His voiced quivered slightly as he thought about what he was going to do.Â
When you were all in the back room, Chenle told you to count how many potions were on the walls. With your back wide open, Chenle whispered âIâm sorry,â and slashed you.Â
You woke up in a hospital bed. Chenle was sitting next to you.
âChenle, baby, what happened?â you said innocently.Â
ây/n! I was threated by my mother to use your blood for a sacrifice and give it to Haechan so it would awaken his powers and I really didnât want to do it I swear, but my mother forced me so I had no choice and y/n I know this makes me a horrible person, I just didnât know what to do so-â Chenle rambled before breaking down into tears.
âThe vision. Renjunâs vision was true. The reason I had the vision when you gave me the protection potion was because you were the one I needed protection from,â you said in a monotone voice.Â
âIâm so sorry, just please, please, just forgive me, I really didnât want for it to turn out this way, please,â Chenle pleaded.
âYou know so much about magic. You knew what my vision meant, didnât you? You lied to me.â
âI truly didnât mean, oh just please, I didnât want to do it, it was all a mistake, I just wanted to help you, I didnât know it would be like this,â Chenle continued.Â
As betrayed as you felt, you knew Chenle was genuine. You loved him with your whole heart and you knew he felt the same way about you. You couldnât let him torture himself over something he had no choice over.Â
âIâll forgive you one day, but not today.â
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Natural Borns - Chapter Nine
Banner by @thebannershopâ
Series info/genre: Angst, fluff, smut (NSFW)Â
Pairings: ot7 x fem reader (eventual)
Warnings: cursing, vivid depiction of a panic attack do not read if this makes you uncomfortable, crying, blood, shitty medical descriptions (probably), depression, cursing, anxiety, forced medical practices? Restraints, mentions of unwanted sexual acts? I suppose just sadness, man. The next chapter is going to get pretty dark, and this one leads up to that, so beware.
Description: In the year 2613, over half of the worldâs population are what scientists consider âdesigner babiesâ. YN is a small town girl who is a true natural born, someone born naturally without he help of a lab or gene splicing. Her DNA is greatly sought after, but what is she willing to do to protect it?
Word count:Â 7.1k~
A/N:Â Surprise!! Hi, I know this is early, but I had a productive week and felt inspired. I am so excited for like two chapters down the line, because there is a really sweet scene, that I canât wait for you guys to read. Thank you for all the love, it means so much. Please like, reblog, comment so more people can see this series! I absolutely LOVE hearing from the readers of this series, and it is my favorite time of the week interacting with you, so please send me all the asks you want, Iâm happy to answer questions about characters! You might learn a thing or two if you read those asks I answer ;)Â Â ALSO: Iâm less than 50 followers away from 1,000... which is... insane. Iâm going to do a drabble/ask maybe request thing once I reach 1,000 so stay tuned!
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Jungkookâs eyes were panicked and Jinâs heart cracked at the sight, not remembering a time when Jungkook had been so passionate about something, the weight of his words settling in his own chest, âThey took her.â
Itâs dark and cold. Your eyelids are so heavy you donât think you could open them if you tried. Your throat feels like the Sahara desert with how dry and scratchy it is, and your muscles feel like you attempted to run a marathon without stretching whatsoever. To put it simply, you feel like shit. But why?
The last thing you remember was sitting with Jungkook next to the small stream you found in the middle of the forest. Sharing your first kiss with him. The thought makes you smile mentally, taking your thoughts away from the searing pain you feel throughout your body. Youâre not sure if youâre even awake right now, you canât move any part of your body, nor can you open your eyelids. Were you in some sort of coma? No, thereâs no way.Â
Did you fall asleep? That must be the case, right? Maybe you were so dehydrated and exhausted you passed out. Jungkook would take care of you, though, so you shouldnât worry. But then again, why do you feel like youâve been hit by eight trucks and thrown off an overpass?
Your body feels like lead, itâs so heavy, and you almost feel like youâre sinking. Your body is floating, you feel no hard surface beneath you, like you might if you were laying on the ground, but at the same time itâs like you're slowly falling through quicksand. Itâs like youâre weightless, but entirely too heavy all at once. Nothing is really making sense to you right now, all you know is that youâre in pain, and you really, really want to wake up and ask Jungkook whatâs going on. Is he okay? Are you okay? Your brain calls out to him, but nothing happens.Â
Your thoughts are cut short by a sudden sharp, shooting pain in your right arm. At least, you think itâs your right arm. You canât be entirely sure, because it feels like your limbs arenât quite attached to your body. Youâre panicking, the pain is seeping through your veins, traveling to the rest of your floating limbs, connecting all your body parts together through a burning sensation that is one of the most unpleasant feelings youâve ever experienced. You want to scream bloody murder, you want to open your eyes, you want to figure out whatâs happening to you, but you canât. Youâre stuck in this dark abyss, unable to locate your mind or your body, unable to piece them together to become one being again.Â
The pain is duplicated on your left side now, the same acid like burning sensation traveling up the left side of your body. Youâre starting to feel whole again, but at what cost? Your arms feel like jelly, yet you still canât move them. Theyâre burning, like fire, it hurts so bad. If you could, youâd be crying out for help. For Jungkook. For Jin, for anyone to help you. You need help! Your brain is screaming out to anyone, but no one can hear you. You canât even hear you, you canât hear anything. You donât even know if there is anyone around. Did Jungkook leave you? What did you do to deserve this kind of torture? For the first time in a couple of days, you think about Mina and Woo, how they would help you if they were here. You want your friends, Seokjin, Namjoon, anyone. PleaseâŠ
Jungkook walked close by Jin, never straying from his side, clutching onto his hand tightly, as the seven of them traversed the forest. He hadnât fully stopped crying since he woke up, tears blurring his vision as they travelled, thoughts of you swirling through his mind. All he could think about was you, the kiss you shared, the way you made him feel. He felt responsible for you, he was the reason you got separated from Jin in the first place, right? He took off without making sure the elder was with you. If he had just stayed, or maybe charged his stupid phone so Yoongi was able to track you, maybe youâd still be with him. There were so many things he couldâve done differently. I feel safe with you. Those words engulfed his mind. He didnât deserve your trust, he let you down, and he would never forgive himself for it. He doesnât think heâs ever felt this low before, ever felt such a horrible pain of losing someone. He never knew his parents, never really had anyone besides Seokjin, Yoongi, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jimin, and Tae, so to finally have that with you, and to have it all ripped away in a few short days, was excruciating to him.Â
Once they realized they lost you, Namjoon urged them to push on, to make it to the outskirts of Seoul where they could come up with a plan. They hoped they still had Yeonjun on the inside, but they couldnât be sure until Yoongi could get to a secure location to try and contact him. For all they knew, he couldâve given them away on purpose, though Namjoon liked to find the best in people, so he wasnât completely sold on that idea. He was trying to keep a strong frame of mind for his group, he needed to be their pillar of support right now, make sure they were safe. But he was conflicted. Shouldnât he have kept you safe, too? They accepted you as one of their own, told you that you could trust them, and now theyâve lost you. Namjoon felt horrible, like he shouldâve been able to stop this, even though the logical side of his brain told him it was no oneâs fault, really, except Big Hitâs. They were the only ones to blame in all of the unfortunate situations all of them have gone through.Â
While Jimin and Taehyung had yet to meet you, they could sense the pain the others were feeling. Even Hoseokâs demeanor had changed, and he barely knew you. He knew the people he loved most, loved you, he could feel it, and the fact that they were feeling pain, was bringing him down as well. Jungkook and Jin were enraptured by you, so there must be something special about you. What little time he spent with you told him that much. Would he ever get a chance to get to know you better? He hoped so. Even for the boys who werenât close to you, they all understood the pain that you were probably in right now, and understood what you were about to be put through. Especially Taehyung. He just got back from the torturous experiments and shitty conditions they kept him in, and he hoped he would never have to return to them. The fact that you were experiencing the same, or similar things to what he had just gone through, was heartbreaking to him.Â
Once they were reunited, Taehyung clung to Hoseok and Jimin, looking to them for guidance and support, unsure of his feelings. He was so happy to be free of that place, but at what cost? Now they have you, an even rarer DNA makeup, he couldnât imagine the things they would do to you. Sure, he didnât know you, but he was an empath by nature, and was already feeling guilty over essentially switching places with you. His freedom for yours. It didnât sit right with him, and so he was starting to slip, following Hoseok around like a lost puppy, a glazed look in his eyes.Â
Yoongi was trying to stay focused on getting to another safe house, or somewhere he would be able to potentially help you. He canât believe the way heâs treated you since youâve come to stay with them, and heâs been beating himself up about it since you all left the warehouse last night. He made you cry, he hurt you. You probably hated him, or at least thought he was cold, cruel even. He didnât want you to remember him like that. Despite his often icy exterior, he didnât like when people viewed him as cold-hearted, and he was pretty sure thatâs how you saw him. He wanted to make sure he had the chance to redeem himself, to get to know you, actually know you. He was determined to get you back.
But no one was more determined, more distraught with your disappearance, than Seokjin. Not only had he spent the most time with you, and gotten to know you the best, but it was so much more than that. He could feel himself falling for you, for your shy exterior, but your deep faceted personality, your stunning features, and that adorable pout you wore when he was tending to your injuries. He was falling for you, much like he fell for the others. Maybe even harder, and he was not prepared to lose you without a fight. Aside from his strong feelings for you, he could see that Jungkook, his other half, was in just as deep, and that cut him to the core. They could have had something so special with you, with the others, that they havenât experienced before, and you were ripped away from them. Just when he could tell Jungkook was starting to open up and blossom into the person he always hoped heâd become, you vanish into thin air. That hurt more than anything, the what if. What would happen if you were still here? Would your relationship bloom into something beautiful? Even if they get you back, which they will, Jin tells himself, you won't be the same. They all know what happens in that lab, and they couldnât even begin to imagine how much worse it will be for you, their first female. Jin shudders at the thought, catching the attention of his companion who is clinging to the back of his t-shirt.Â
Jungkook looks up at his elder with wide doe eyes, still glassy from earlier events. When Jin looked down at him, the dam that he had been holding together with a string, burst. He stopped in his tracks, making Jungkook stop as well, looking panicked as he reached out to wrap his arms around Jin. They stood in the middle of the forest, clinging to each other tightly, silently mourning the loss of what could have been.
The others slowly started to realize what was happening, one by one, and all started to gather around Jungkook and Jin, no words spoken, emotions telling their story. First was Hoseok, placing a comforting hand on Jungkookâs back, and leaning his forehead against his shoulder. Next, was Jimin and Taehyung, each wrapping an arm around their maknae to support him as he sobbed. Then, Namjoon approached the eldest, wrapping him up in a tight back hug, placing gentle kisses against the back of his exposed neck. Last was Yoongi, he was hesitant to offer his comfort, because he didnât feel like he deserved to comfort them, didnât feel like he deserved any place in this with how awful he had been to you. But grief at watching his love's hearts break, eventually pushed him to move, reaching up to wipe Jinâs tears away gently, as his own started to fall.Â
You blinked your eyes slowly, once. Twice. Three times. You felt the haze of the Sandman try to pull you under once more, but resisted with all your might. Even though you had no grasp on how long youâve actually been asleep, your aching body told you itâs been too long.Â
You let your eyes slip shut again, the appeal of unconsciousness dangling just within grasp. You almost let it take over you, but you persist, opening your eyes one more time, blinking tightly to try and remove any leftover sleep from them. When you finally manage to peel back your eyelids, all you see is white.Â
Furrowing your brow, you try and turn your head to your right, but your neck feels like you havenât moved in it decades, cracking under the pressure of movement. You let out a soft whimper from the back of your throat at the pain, but it sounds more like a growl with how low and gravely your voice is. You donât even recognize it to be you for a moment, still uncharacteristically sleepy.Â
When you finally manage to twist your head to the side, youâre just met with more white, and more confusion. Youâre in what looks like a small doctorâs exam room, like the ones you would go to at your pediatricianâs office when you were a kid. Only this one was completely void of any color or those posters that tell you about puberty.Â
White walls, white tile floors, white ceiling, a white table and chair in the far corner, and a white door. No windows, no sink like youâd usually find in a doctorâs office. The room closer resembled a holding cell at a prison than anything else. You try to sit up, but your muscles resist, instead shooting a searing pain from your shoulder down to your lower back, making you yelp in surprise.Â
The pain made you feel more awake than you have since you opened your eyes, and for the first time, you really take in your surroundings, realization hits you. Where is Jungkook? Jin? Anyone? You sit up, ignoring the cracking of your bones, biting back the scream that wants to escape your throat at the feeling. You wince, trying to bring your hand up to rub at your face in any attempt to wake yourself up, you must be dreaming right? Only your wrist is snapped back to the bed, a loud metal clanking sound echoing off the walls. Your head snaps down, eyes widening at the sight of a leather cuff strapped to your wrist, connected by a chain to what you can assume is the slats of the metal bed frame youâre currently laying on. Â
Looking over at your other wrist, you notice it is restrained in a similar way. Panic is starting to set in, your mouth slightly agape in fear, eyes comically wide as you frantically search for a way out of here. Your breathing is labored, you can feel that black shadow of anxiety creeping up your spine, bleeding into your throat and traveling into your nose, making it hard to take a deep breath. Youâre suffocating, pulling at your restraints, you canât inhale at all, itâs like someone is holding a pillow over your face.Â
âH-help!â You try and scream, but it only comes out as a garbled cry with how little air you have in your lungs. Tears are streaming down your face as you start to thrash in the bed. This canât be happening. They got you, they took you. Did they get Jungkook, too? What about the others? The thought is enough to send you into another spiral of panic, neck straining with the need to escape. They canât be here, you led them away, right? But, that means they probably took Jungkook, too. Or worse.Â
Your chest is heaving, soft whimpers escaping your throat as you attempt to take in any air your body will allow, when the white door to your room is thrown open, bouncing off the wall adjacent to it. The panic doesnât stop, however, when you see who walks through the door. You grit your teeth and squeeze your eyes shut, willing away whatever demons were bringing you this wretched dream. This canât be real, you reason with yourself, itâs just a horrible nightmare.
âPearl?!â Your father shouts, coming into the small room, another, shorter man, in a white lab coat following in behind him. You barely have any time to take a look at the other person in the room, as he preps a syringe, filled with an unknown substance that only makes your fear suffocate you further. âPearl! Can you hear me, Pearl? Itâs me, itâs dad!â Your father is kneeling next to your bed now, as the strange man approaches you, needle in hand.
âN-no!â Your high pitch scream startles both men, piercing their ears as you let out a wail when the man approaches you, stabbing the needle into your bare thigh. âN-no -n-no!â your voice wavers, stuttering to a complete silence, as your body falls back against the cardboard-esque mattress. Your breathing is evening out, eyes half-lidded as your brain feels like itâs floating. You arenât asleep, no, just floating, peaceful even. Â
âIs she out?â you faintly hear your father ask.
âNo, sir,â another voice sounds off, âitâs just a sedative. Itâll wear off in about an hour, but I donât expect her to be in much better condition by then.â
You can hear them, though it kind of sounds like theyâre underwater. Focus, YN, you tell yourself. Listen to what theyâre saying. In your dazed state, you canât really remember why exactly you should be listening, just that you should be listening.Â
âAre you going to keep her here?â You could hear your father ask, his voice sounded⊠strained? Your hazy mind was confused by the pained tone of his voice.Â
âYes, sir, Iâm sorry,â the second voice sounded professional, yet there was a hint of regret to his tone, âthat was part of the deal.â
Deal. What deal? Your foggy mind tried to hold on to that piece of information, but you were in and out of consciousness, your body felt like it was floating. The next time you regained consciousness and were able to decipher the voices again, you only heard one.Â
âYeah, sheïżœïżœïżœs here,â it was the second voice, the one you hadnât recognized before, âno, I donât.â
It sounded like he was speaking to someone, but you didnât hear a second person anymore. You definitely didnât hear your father.
âLook, I donât have much time. They suspect me, but they havenât done anything yet, though Iâm expecting it soon. Yeah. Iâll try.âÂ
You loll your head to the side, unable to do much to hold it up. You felt heavier than you did when you woke up the last time, but you were able to open your eyes slightly to catch a yellow haired man talking into a phone. âYou really need to get here soon,â his back was to you, but you could hear the urgency in his voice. He lowered his voice when he spoke his next words, âTheyâre getting ready to run tests, you know how-â he cuts off abruptly, pausing for a second, âI canât Namjoon.â
Namjoon? Your brain was feeling more alert at the mention of his name. Faintly, you could hear the yelling of another voice coming through the phone speaker. Was that really Namjoon? You were about to use all your strength to sit up and ask the young man, when the door slammed open again, another man in a white coat entering the room. The yellow haired guy immediately shoved his phone into his pocket, turning around, wide eyed.Â
âYeonjun,â the second man addressed the yellow haired one, he sounded a bit surprised, âSoomin has been looking for you.â Yeonjun, you supposed, bowed slightly, walking out of the room quickly, but not before he sent you a worried look from behind the second manâs back.
You still couldnât move much, bones and muscles feeling like gelatin, but when the man in the white lab coat approached you, you tried to sit up and scoot away from him. It didnât take a genius to realize exactly where you were, now that your state of mind was a little clearer. The fact that your father was here, and seemed to know exactly why you were here, only confirmed what Namjoon told you a couple nights ago. It must be the drugs doing their job, because you werenât feeling the panic and anxiety that was suffocating you earlier. You felt a little more clarity about where you were and what was happening to you, even though you were no less scared.Â
As you tried to back up against the wall, your right wrist tugged on the chain, preventing you from moving any further. The man didnât care, though, as he continued to close in on you, eventually settling for sitting on the end of your bed. He was way too close to you for you to feel comfortable at all. You pulled your knees to your chest with all the strength you had left in you, even though you couldnât hug them like you wanted too, you tried to make yourself as small as possible.Â
âMiss Y/L/N, do you know where you are?â The man asked, his voice low and placating. You didnât trust him, something felt off about him. You squint your eyes at him slightly, shaking your head. He takes a deep breath, crossing one leg over the other. âYouâre at a testing facility for natural borns,â he begins with a smile, one that you can see right through, âwe brought you here because your family sold your rights to your DNA. Iâm sorry to break the news to you like this, but it will help you cope in the long run. I know itâs a lot to handle, and so we have therapists on staff to work with you-â
âI donât believe you.â Your voice is so rough you hardly recognize it. You give one of your chains a quick tug to prove your point. You donât miss the way his eyes flash with anger, only momentarily, before he steels his features, and it sends a shiver down your spine.Â
âAh, yes,â he sighed, rubbing his chin with his hand, âthe restraints were for our safety. We didnât know how you would react once you were awake, but I promise we arenât always like this, in fact, itâs actually pretty nice here once we get you set up in your own room.â The smile he wore was disgustingly fake, it was unnerving. Everything about him was unnerving. He must be a designer baby, one that borderlines the uncanny valley. He starts to reach his hand out to touch you, a creepy smile on his face that makes you want to scream, instead you shake your head quickly, making it known you donât want him to touch you. He doesnât care, though, instead his hand continues itâs path until itâs resting awkwardly on your ankle. Itâs almost like he wasnât human, but was trying to mimic the action of comfort that humans normally do.Â
âWhy am I here?â You ask quickly, your voice squeaky as you pull your foot from his grasp, eyes wide as you stare at him.Â
âI told you, Miss Y/L/N,â he sighs again, like he was annoyed by your questioning, and pulls his hand back to his lap, âyour family sold-â
âWhy. Am I here.â You gritted your teeth, willing the tears threatening to break the dam, away.
âMiss Y/L/N,â his voice was suddenly more stern than before, turning in his seat to face you head on, âitâs better if you donât ask questions. Things will be easier here for you if you accept it.â His words scared you more than he himself did, accept it? Thatâs what it came down to, right? Youâre stuck here. You had no idea if youâd ever escape like the twins did, had no idea if the others even cared to get you back.Â
You shook your head back and forth, dislodging some of you unshed tears, biting at your lips hard enough to draw blood. If you were stuck here, you at least needed one question answered. âWhere is Jungkook?â
The man scoffed at your question, making your tears fall harder, âThat boy? They left him in the forest. Heâs no use for us here. Now, I have some things to go over with you.â
You sniffled hard, trying to stop the tears from flowing, as your focus wavered, not really listening to anything else he had to say. At least Jungkook wasnât here, at least he had a chance of escaping. You could only hope that the others found him and he was able to get back to them. You didnât know them very long, they would forget you soon enough. That was what you were going to hold on to if you had to be here. At least it wasnât him.Â
âAre you listening?â The man asked, more aggressive than before. Your head snapped up, tears still falling, as you looked him in the eye again. He lets out another sigh, standing up from the bed, âYouâre going to be administered medication three times a day. You already had your first dose this morning when you were brought in, and someone will be by shortly to give you your second. Itâs very important that you eat the food they give you with it, otherwise your body won't be healthy enough for testing. Youâre very valuable to us here, so if you donât take care of your body, someone else will, and Iâm sure you donât want that.â He gives you one last fake smile before turning and heading for the door. You watch him with a furrowed brow, tears flowing like a river down your face. He turns around, hand on the doorknob, âAnd YN, dear? Welcome to Big Hit.â
Youâre not sure how long you were left alone in that insanity inducing white room before someone came back, you were too lost in your own thoughts, unable to self-soothe, due to your hands being chained to the bed. You sat as close to the wall as you could get, knees pulled to your chest as you sobbed into your knees. By the time you heard the door creak open, you were nearly out of tears, devoid of any emotion, other than hopelessness, maybe.
âYN?â A womanâs voice called out. It sounded sweet, but you knew better. You didnât lift your head, didnât acknowledge her at all. She huffed a little when you didnât respond, walking into the room and closing and locking the door after her.
âYN, dear,â she said again, wheeling over a metal cart to your bedside, âyou need to eat something.â She set a tray of something down on the small desk in the room, but you didnât bother to look at it. You could smell it from here, and it didnât smell appetizing.
When the woman realized you werenât going to speak, she came over and sat on the edge of your bed, as far away from you as possible, as if she was afraid of you. Like I could do anything, you scoffed, mentally.Â
âYN, I know youâre upset,â she sighed, âbut if you donât eat, dear, theyâre going to force feed you, or worse, run a tube through your nose.â You perked up at this knowledge, head tilting to the side slightly, but still not looking at her. âIâve seen them do it plenty of times to patients. You need to be healthy, darling.â She sounded kind, older, wiser than you. But you didnât care. Why would you care if you were healthy? For all you knew, you could die in here. Then what was the point of eating at all? Maybe it would be better if you starved yourself to death instead of whatever horrors they were going to put you through.
âWhatâs gonna happen to me?â You surprised both the nurse and yourself when you spoke, your mouth betraying your brain. Your voice was even scratchier than before, and you sighed at the sound.Â
âDidnât Dongin tell you, darling?â Dongin, that must have been the white lab coated man from earlier. Did he tell you? You honestly couldnât remember. You spaced out halfway through what he was saying, thoughts only on Jungkook. You decide that no, he didnât, and you tell the nurse as much. âYN, youâre here for donations. I wouldâve thought your father told you that long ago?â She sounded puzzled, like she didnât really even know what was going on here.Â
You looked up at her for the first time since she walked in, shocking her with the dead look in your eyes. You decided to play her to your advantage, maybe she really didnât know what was going on.
âTell me what?â You asked,as innocently as you could muster.Â
The woman furrowed her brows at your, reaching out a hand to place on your leg. You flinch away from her, making her pull back instantly. Maybe she was kinder than the rest. No, you canât let yourself believe that. âDarling, you were born here. The company was taking back what was theirs in the first place. Not that I agree with that, or anything, but you know how these big pharmaceutical companies work. All about their money.â She rambled on, her tone almost disbelieving that you didnât already know the things she was telling you, but you didnât feel like you had any answers to your questions. You only had more questions. Taking back whatâs theirs?Â
âWhat do you mean, âwhat was theirsâ?â You straighten your legs out a bit, knees popping and cracking as you do. You bring your hands as far into your lap as you can without straining them against the cuffs.Â
The nurse was looking even more confused than you felt, pinching her brows together tightly and pursing her lips. âI - I donât think I should be telling-â
âSoomin!â A man, the yellow haired one from earlier, bursts through the door, cutting the woman off and making her jump at least a foot in the air in shock. Turning around quickly, Soomin stands and bows to the man before scurrying out of the room, bowing one last time for good measure, before sheâs gone. The young man runs his hand through his hair, huffing a breath of air as he closes the door behind him.Â
âYN-â he rushes over, dropping to his knees in front of you, frightening you into backing up as much as you could again, on the defense, âIâm not here to hurt you, I promise. At least not on purpose.â He was talking so quickly you could barely keep up, âMy name is Yeonjun, and I work with Namjoon and Yoongi for an organization that helps natural borns. Iâm the one who helped Jimin and Tae escape yesterday, and I think the company is starting to catch onto me.â He takes a deep breath, looking over his shoulder quickly and then back at you, âI need you to listen to me, okay?âÂ
You nod, slowly, still not exactly following the frantic man.
âThat nurse is going to come in here in about fifteen minutes to administer hormones to you,â you furrow your brow at this new information. Yeonjun must sense your confusion, because he quickly explains, âTheyâre trying to harvest your eggs, YN. Theyâre trying to use your DNA for new experimental designer babies,â he shakes his head, a look of disgust written on his face, âit doesnât matter right now. What matters is that you take the hormones, and you eat. I know, I know you donât want to, and Iâm not going to lie to you, itâs going to hurt.â You wince at his words, and he softens his gaze, pursing his lips, âIâm sorry YN, but the only way Iâm going to be able to get you out of here, is if you play along. They have to believe that youâre complacent before theyâll move you to a less secure area of the building. I donât know how long itâll take for them to move you, so I need you to play along to speed up the process, but I will do my best to deter them from⊠experimenting on you, for now.â
Yeonjun looks uncomfortable as both his hands grip the side of the mattress. âE-experiment?â You arenât sure you want to know what he meant by it, but youâre sure youâll regret it if you donât.Â
He sighs, looking sideways for a second, not wanting to look you in the eye. âIt takes a long time to successfully create an embryo in a labâŠâ he trails off, still looking anywhere but your face, âitâs relatively⊠quick, in a human body.â He coughs, clearing his throat as he looks back up at your mortified face.Â
The weight of where you are and what is going to happen to you here, suddenly hits you. Itâs like a giant wave, crashing on top of you, pulling you under water, trapping you on the ocean floor. Your throat felt like it was closing again.
âYN, look at me,â Yeonjun begged, and you obeyed, trusting this man before you, âIâm going to do everything I possibly can to keep that from happening, but you have to comply with them, or itâs going to make it harder for me to do that. Okay? Do you understand?â You were breathing heavily, eyes blinking rapidly, but you nodded your head at him, gulping as you did.
âB-but, why? I- I donât understand what t-the nurse said,â you stuttered, still desperately trying to suck in a decent breath of air, âwhat did s-she mean?â
Yeonjun looks conflicted, but answers your questions anyways, âI donât have the entire story, but what I do know is that your dad used to work here. I guess he still kind of does, in a way? But from what I have heard, him and your mom struggled to have a babyâŠâ he trailed off, like he really doesnât want to answer your question. Heâs staring at you with furrowed brows, like heâs trying to get a read on you, trying to determine if youâre mentally aware enough to hear this information.Â
âThe company agreed to⊠help, on one condition. You were still their property, and when you turned eighteen, you were to come back to the company. You were one of their experiments, YN.â
Your mouth drops open slightly at his words. You werenât sure what you felt, sadness⊠anger? Were you not a natural born? Did you go through all that torment in school, in life, all for nothing? You were actually one of these God forsaken designer babies, forced to live a life of secrecy, and for what? To be bullied into a crippling depression? Your mind was reeling with this new information, you had no idea what you were supposed to do with this.Â
âSo I belong to them?â You blink your eyes tightly a few times, trying to hold back tears, unable to rub at your eyes like you want. You pull slightly at your chains, letting out a broken sob. âI-Iâm one of them?âÂ
Yeonjun sighs, shaking his head and looking up at your watery eyes. âIâm sorry, YN, I wish I had more information about what exactly you are, and I wish I could have told you this under better circumstances. The goal was for Namjoon and Yoongi to bring you to the safe house so they wouldnât be able to take you, but obviously that didnât work out.â There was remorse in his words, but no anger. He understood it wasnât their fault, or yours. It was this horrible company's fault. They were the only ones to blame.Â
âI have to go, YN, Iâm so sorry,â he whispered as he stood up. He placed a hand gently over your head, stroking your hair back once before turning to leave. âPlease, listen to them. For now. Iâm going to help you, I promise.âÂ
You look into his eyes one last time before he nods once, leaving the room, locking it behind him. No longer do you have the distraction of conversation to sate your mind. Now youâre free to spiral into the dark depths your brain created for you.Â
Your parents have been lying to you for your entire life. Were they really even your parents? Could you trust them? Your father did seem conflicted when he was here earlier, almost like he didnât want to leave you here. What Yeonjun said circled back in your mind. They were only supposed to have you until you turned eighteen. But you were twenty three now. Had they been the ones keeping you from Big Hit?Â
You thought back to that fateful morning only a few days ago, when your father met with Hyunwoo. Was he telling him to leave you alone, would he have protected you, did you screw yourself over by leaving with Namjoon and the others?Â
The others. You couldnât stop your mind from wandering to them. Were they okay? You hoped so. You could only hope that they were able to get out of that forest, and finally able to reunite with one another. You hoped that Seokjin and Jungkook wouldnât blame themselves for you being taken, though knowing what little you do know of them, they probably would. Your heart ached for them. Youâve come to care about them so much in the past few days, and youâd be lying to yourself if you said a part of you didnât hope they would come for you.Â
You heard Yeonjun on the phone earlier, though the memory was a bit fuzzy. He did tell them to come here, and even though you wished they would help get you out of here, a larger part of you hoped that they would stay away. They had a chance to be away from this place, once and for all. All of them, together. You didnât want to stand in the way of that.Â
Lost in your thoughts, you startled violently when the door to the small room opened again. It was the nice nurse from earlier, Soomin? When she shut the door behind her, she tsked at your pitiful sight. Still curled into the smallest form your restraints would allow, dried tear tracks staining your face.Â
Taking a wash cloth from her little cart, she walks over to you, holding it up as a way of asking for permission. You remember Yeonjunâs words from earlier, and nod your head in acceptance.Â
Soomin sighs, wiping the tears from your face, âYouâll be able to take a shower and get cleaned up once we get some food in your and you take your meds, okay?â You nod as she continues to clean your face.Â
When sheâs done, she brings the small plate of food over to you, setting it on the bed in front of you. Carefully, she feeds you the oatmeal and fruit, and while you would normally protest, not wanting to eat, fearful that youâll just throw it right back up, youâre mindful of what Yeojun said. You need to be complacent. What could happen if you werenât, was so much worse than having a nice older woman spoon feed you breakfast foods.Â
After you finished off the fruit, Soomin went back to her cart, putting on gloves and setting up what looked like syringes and tiny glass bottles, holding some kind of liquid. You wince as she picks up one of the needles, bringing it to the tiny bottle, and pulling the liquid out.
âLie back for me, YN,â she says sweetly, walking back over to the bed. You look at her hesitantly, fear in your eyes. Youâve never liked needles, always been afraid of them. âIt will only hurt a little, okay, dear?â
You shut your eyes tightly and nod, just wanting to get this over with. Laying back on the brick like pillow they provided you with, you try to relax into the similarly firm mattress. When Soomin lifts your shirt gently, you jump, definitely not expecting her to touch you there. âW-wait!â you shout, louder than you mean to. âW-wait, p-please! Where are you putting that?!â You whimper, not wanting her to touch you further.
Soomin backed away for a moment, looking at you like you were a disobedient child. âDarling, itâs just a shot. Itâs going to go in your lower stomach, I have a few of them.â
You shake your head, eyes filling with tears as you try and sit up, âNo, please, donâtâ you beg, wrists pulling at your restraints harder now.
âYN, dear, please calm down,â she shushes you, walking closer and placing a hand on your stomach, holding you down slightly, âit will be quick, okay?â
You let out a sob as she brings up the cotton pad to clean your skin for the injection. She does it on both sides of your belly, before cleaning on a small patch on your outer thigh, as well. You let her, though your body is trembling in fear as she does it. Your brain is instantly transported back to the searing pain you felt earlier when you were in your coma state. Is that what you were about to feel again? Before you could think too deeply about it, you feel her gloved hand on you again, causing you to jolt.
âDeep breath,â she says, before you feel a sharp pain in your stomach, making you jerk up and cry harder. Soomin pushes on your stomach with her free hand, holding you still. The searing pain from before flushes through your veins, not as intense as before, but hot, like the blood in your veins is boiling.
Your entire body is shaking with sobs by the time she finishes, not bothering to clean up the small drops of blood pooling at the entrance wounds. Maybe she isnât as kind as you originally thought.Â
You feel violated. You werenât able to stop it, to defend yourself. Even though it was only a shot, only some hormones, you felt completely stripped of your rights. That experience really solidified to you that you are nothing more than property to them, a doll, to do with what they please, and that thought breaks you when you remember Yeonjunâs words again today. You have to comply.Â
âIâll be back in a few hours for your next round, dear,â Soomin says as she finishes up with your leg and leaves you. You lay flat on your back, staring at the ceiling with no emotion in your eyes, but oceans of tears falling from them. You let your eyelids slip shut after a few minutes, but youâre never able to fully fall asleep.Â
To be continued...
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Dangerous Love (Pt. 13 of 13)
Pairing: Bruce Wayne (Batman) X Harley Quinn's sister!Reader
Word count: 1.7 K
Summary: You're Harley Quinn's sister, Havoc, one of the many villain's of Gotham. But you've been caught, and has been tortured constantly for an year in Belle Reve. But when your think your life can't be anything else than the nightmare you find yourself into, Bruce Wayne, the Batman, takes you in for a project. He has a program to rehabilitate villains, and you're his lab rat. But soon enough confusing feelings start getting in the way. You know falling for Bruce is stupid. But can you keep your heart under control?
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{Justice League - DC Masterlist}
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Freedom
âBruce! I'm back!â You yell as you push the door closed with your back, carrying the two bags from the supermarket. Alfred is driving the car to the garage. Today was the fourth time you went out all by yourself. Alfred has to drive since you still can't take your license, but you feel like you're doing well. He stays in the car while you buy the stuff you want, and it's actually good to be out there, with the people. âI met this sweet lady on the line and she was so cute. She told me about her grandson who's starting in the kinder garden this year.â You follow the sound of his voice coming from the living room, leaving the bags on the table at the main hall and making your way there. âSheââ
The words get stuck on your throat when you see he's not alone. Amanda Waller and the other five people responsible for Belle Reve are here. You're frozen, busted because you don't know if they should know about all the freedom you're having. You look at Bruce, searching for any signs of what to do. His expression is calm, light, and he reaches out his hand. âCome here, sweetheart.â He says, and you take a few seconds to find your legs, making your way over him, taking his hand, noticing how yours are shaking.
âIs everything alright?â You whisper to him.
âI see Havoc is already allowed out. And apparently without your supervision.â One of the men speaks, his angry eyes on you. This one wants you back in your cell, being beaten up.
âShe is. (Y/N) is adapting wonderfully well.â Bruce says. âThis is not the first time she goes out without me, and there hasn't been any kind of incident.â
âI couldn't help but notice you engaged in a romantic relationship with her,â Amanda states, reading something on her tablet. âThe rest of the world didn't recognize her, but we did. You've been seen with her in... Three different galas.â
âI'm well aware of the contract we both signed, Amanda. I made it. And a romantic relationship wasn't mentioned, which means it wasn't forbidden.â You hold tight on his arm as he speaks. âAnd yes, I've been to some parties with her, I believe you saw us on the news.â
âI don't need you to tell me about the contract, Bruce. I read it. And honestly, I couldn't care less about who you want to put in your bed.â She mumbles, typing something down. âLet's make it quick, Bruce. We're here for a reason, but Havoc isn't the only criminal we have to deal with.â
âHer name is (Y/N). And soon enough you won't have to deal with her anymore.â Bruce turns to you, placing a kiss on your lips. âI need you to wait upstairs, my love. You can't be present while we discuss this.â
Nodding, you give them one last look before walking away.
But you can't go to your room. You're too scared now. What if you lose what you have here? Your life with Bruce... If you're thrown back in Belle Reve... You can't handle it anymore, you'll die. Inside first, until your body gives up. So you move downstairs, a few steps so the wall is hiding you, sitting down and paying attention, trying to bring sense to their words.
âMr. Wayne, eight months ago you took in one of Belle Reve's intern, (Y/N) Quinzel, also known as Havoc, to test a project of your creation. In which you tried to rehabilitate her, so that she could have a life out of her criminal actions, being able to be fully reintroduced into life in society.â The man speaks slow, and by the looks of it, they must be recording it. âDo you believe your project succeded?â
âYes.â Bruce answers.
âDo you believe (Y/N) could be released to live among other people without causing any kind of harm, stealing, killing, torturing, or any other dangerous behavior?â
âYes.â
âAre you aware that the condition for her release is you being completely responsible for her actions from now on?â
âYes, I am.â
âIt will be like a damn marriage, Wayne.â Someone says, and your heart stops. âAnything she does, she steals a freaking pencil, you'll have to answer for it. You'll be bound for life.â
âGood,â Bruce mumbles, and you hear some laughs.
âFor goodness sake, Wayne. I get that you want to have fun with her. The girl is insane but pretty, I'm not blind. Butââ
âI'm not having fun with her. And you will watch your tongue before talking about (Y/N) again.â A smile comes to your lips, and you cover your mouth with a hand. Every passing day you're more and more sure that Bruce is going serious with you. That he has a goal with your relationship, but it still warms your heart when he says something like that.
âWhatever you want, Bruce Wayne,â Amanda mutters. âI will need you to sign here. And your fingerprints.â
A silence falls, and everything you hear is your heartbeat. Bruce told you he was starting the last procedures to set you free once and for all, but you didn't think it would happen so fast. Guess he did had everything under control after all.
Your mind suddenly floats back to when you first got here, when you tried to run, when you attacked him so brutally. Back then, on the first days, you never thought you'd fall for him. And it took a while for you to even allow yourself to. Bruce, being Batman, the hero, could never have feelings for you. And it's true that the signs where there, when he touched you, or when he went to your room to dance with you, leaving the party behind... But you were so scared back then... That you'd have your heart broken for the very first time.
But it had a happy ending. An ending you know you don't deserve. You want to be with Bruce, you want the life you have now, to go to college next month, study and become a nurse. Find a job and... The rest you don't know. But you know it'll be good.
âGo get the girl. I need her fingerprints too.â Amanda speaks up.
You hear his footsteps as they grow closer. You stand up when you see him on the bottom of the stairs, waiting until he reaches you.
âDid you hear it?â
You nod, letting yourself fall into his embrace when he opens his arms. âI don't want to see any of them ever again.â
âYou won't, I promise.â
âBruce... A-are you sure you'll sign that thing? I heard what they said.â
âHey...â He pulls away, just enough to look into your eyes. âI already signed and I don't regret it. This is the last step, (Y/N), don't let them get to your head.â
âOkay,â you mumble, tiptoeing to kiss him.
Bruce guides you back to the living room, and you try to keep your head up, fearless.
âHavoc. Put both your hands here.â Amanda says, her voice filled with anger and disgust. She doesn't want to release you, but she has no choice. Nodding, you place both hands on her tablet. You watch as the screen reads all your ten fingerprints, and your picture appears on the top. Then, a green X covers it, blinking, and then everything is gone. And now, with your hand still on it, the screen shows up a few dots, and the word âsearchingâ. âIt's done, Havoc. But don't you ever come back under my jurisdiction again... I won't give you any other chance. Even if another Kryptonian comes from the sky demanding for it.â
â(Y/N).â you simply say, stepping back until you're by Bruce's side.
âOf course.â She mutters. âWell, I believe this is it. Mr. Wayne, I believe we're done here.â
âYou may now kiss the bride, Wayne.â A man says, and two others laugh with him. You sink a little, stepping back, letting Bruce's shoulder hide you.
âYou won't get an invitation Mr. Rochford, but I'm sure you'll know about it on the news,â Bruce says and the men immediately shut up. âI must ask you to leave now. Our business is over. For good.â
âI wish you luck, Mr. Wayne.â Amanda Waller reaches out her hand and Bruce shakes it.
You stand there, watching them leave. It's ridiculous, but you feel like your chains are falling off. All the terror, the infinite days and neverending nights in that hell are over. You still don't like thinking about it, and remembering is painful, but you're glad that's what it is now: a memory. A distant, faded memory. Some scars will accompany you for the rest of your life, even though Bruce has you under some esthetic treatments to get rid of most of them. But you're ok with that, with the ones that will stick around. They'll be a different kind of badge now, a prove that you crawled out of that nightmare, and despite needing a little push, you did some of the work too.
âWhy are you crying, my love?â Bruce asks when he comes back, but you haven't noticed the tears rolling down.
âIt's nothing, I just... I'm happy. Truly, wholeheartedly happy, I...â He pulls you into his arms, holding you tight. âI love you so damn much, Bruce, but... I guess I love me too. Who I am now, who I want to become.â
âWhatever happens now, (Y/N), it's up to us. To you. You can make your own decisions, and I'll be here to support you.â
âI know, babe.â Pulling away, you jump up, wrapping your legs around his waist. âLife starts now, and... I want you in it.â
âMe too, sweetheart. That's why I had no trouble sighing that contract.â His eyes get darker, and you furrow your eyebrows.
âWhat is it, Bruce?â He's dead serious, bouncing you up to have a better grip.
âMarry me.â
Your heart stops, as the answer slides down your tongue. Enough with the nightmares. This life is way better than any dream you couldbever have.
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Looks Like Someone Picked a Whole Bushel of Oopsie Daisies: Prologue
yeah okay I ship pinecest and Iâm writing a soulmate AU nobody asks for or needs but you know what either I write it and not post it or I write it and post it so I might as well post it. If youâre not into pinecest, thatâs fine, you can skip on by. TBOAS chapter 23 is coming out soon.
Regarding this fic, let me explain a few things about it. So in this universe, everyone has a soulmark that appears as soon as you touch your soulmate. It's exactly the same as theirs. Soulmarks appear regardless of age, but once you hit seventeen, you start to feel an insanely strong attraction to your soulmate whether you've touched them already or not. When you do actually touch them, you get a very very strong urge to, well. Bone. It's also very draining to be away from them for too long, so most soulmates who find each other move in with each other right away, just so it's easier on them. There are no laws against incest-y soulmates, but it is still strictly taboo. Most people think that incestuous soulmates should just live separately and not be around each other at all. Itâs not gonna be the most angsty fic on the face of the earth, but there is definitely gonna be some in there. And probably a healthy amount of sexy stuff because, despite being in a happy relationship, I am also a huge pervert and like to see my ships do the do so thatâs gonna happen. Buckle up. And now, without further ado, welcome to the prologue of Looks like Someone Picked a Whole Bushel of Oopsie Daisies. Starts under the cut.
âNo one is ever ready to be a parent. Weâre all just varying degrees of not ready.â- my Mom
August 30th, 1999, 10:42pm
ââŠand as we get closer and to the new millennium, more and more people are coming forward with opinions on the new studies indicating that 17% of mated couples are actually siblings, with an astonishing 73% majority being twins. We have one of the researchers here who has her own opinions about the issue, Dr. Eleanor Robinson. Thanks so much for joining us this evening, Dr. Robinson,â said the news reporter on the television.
Mildly interested, Mr. Will Pines took a sip of his can of Pitt soda as a blonde woman in a lab coat came on screen.
âNo problem, Robert, happy to be here,â said the doctor.
âSo Dr. Robinson, are these statistics true?â asked the reporter.
The doctor nodded. âYes, absolutely. I participated in the research myself, and we made some very interesting discoveries.â
âReally?â The reporter leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. âWhat kind of findings are you at liberty to share with us?â
âWell,â the doctor continued. âWeâve found that biological sex doesnât seem to have much of an impact on the soulmarks showing up. The rules seem to be the same as they are with anybody else- except the twins weâve studied, their marks have been there since birth.â
âSo they never have that âahah!â moment the rest of us experience when we first touch our soulmate?â Robert wondered.
The doctor twisted her lips slightly. âI wouldnât say that, exactly. They get the same sort of⊠electricity when touching their soulmate prior to accepting the bond, and they certainly feel drawn to them both romantically and sexually, but that doesnât happen until later in life.â
âOh, so they donât experience it as children, then?â
âNo,â Dr. Robinson shook her head. âAs with all children who find their soulmate early in life, while touching them does cause the mark to show up, it does not elicit any biological reactions until both parties are at least seventeen.â
âInteresting,â the reporter said with a nod. âAnd is it true that you support attempts to eliminate the social backlash that these couples experience?â
âOh, absolutely, absolutely,â Dr. Robinson nodded. âSoulmarked couples are in no way at fault for their feelings for one another, and should not be criticized or judged for acting on those feelings. Itâs completely biological.â
âWhat about the risks of inbreeding? Is that a concern?â Wondered Robert.
The doctor shook her head. âNot really, no. Soulmarked couples are at a much lower risk of genetic birth defects, because they are chosen partially because of their abilities to produce the healthiest children each individual is able to produce. So you see the statistics of soulmarked couples who arenât related compared to couples that are not soulmarked, and the percentage of birth defects in the former is so much lower than the latter that Iâd have difficulty believing it had I not done the research myself.â
So, wait,â the reporter interrupted. âThereâs no risks at all?â
âWell of course there are risks, there are always risks when having a child,â reasoned Dr. Robinson. However, with soulmarked couples, the risks are vastly lower than with non-soulmarked couples. The pregnancies are much safer, the births are much safer, and the children themselves are much healthier. According to the research weâve done, that doesnât change in the slightest when factoring in the biological relationship, if any, of the couple.â
âFascinating, just fascinating. Do you have any personal recommendations for parents who have soulmarked children?â
âYou mean children who are soulmates with their siblings?â The reporter nodded, and Dr. Robinson tilted her head slightly in thought. âWell,â she began. âIâd recommend that those parents donât panic or try to separate their children from each other. Even at a young age, after youâve already had your soulmark appear, not having your soulmate nearby at all can lead to difficulty concentrating and depression. This can, of course, be counteracted with medication, but thatâs wholly unnecessary if you allow the children to spend adequate time together in a way thatâs age-appropriate and healthy. Supervise them, of course, but the reason most people move in with their soulmate as soon as they find out they share a soulmark is because itâs incredibly draining to be apart. As a doctor, I cannot, in good conscience, recommend attempting to have them live separately if it can be avoided.â
Mr. Pines snorted. Obviously such a thing could never happen. Not to anyone he knew, anyway.
At that moment, Mrs. Caroline Pines staggered into the room, one hand clutching the wall and the other clutching her very large belly.
âWill!â She cried out, wincing. He whipped his head around, startled. âItâs time,â she told him in a shaky voice.
In their haste to get to the hospital, he barely managed to turn off the television.
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Six and a half hours later, Mrs. Pines had given birth to two children, a boy and a girl. She was too exhausted to give them names just yet, and when the nurse placed them in her arms, she smiled tearfully.
Mr. Pines smiled affectionately at his family. âIâll be right back, honey. Iâm going to go grab us some water bottles.â
She barely noticed him, cradling her newborn children.
Mr. Pines jogged out of the room and found the vending machine down the hall. Putting in fifty cents for each water bottle, he leaned down to grab them from the vending machine. Standing back up, he heard a horrified screech he recognized as belonging to his wife.
He felt a horrible drop in his stomach. No. No, it isnât possible.
âCaroline!â He called out, running as fast as he could, coming to an abrupt stop at the hospital room door, his shoes squeaking on the waxed floors as he did. âWhatâs wrong? What happened?â
Two nurses had taken the children from Mrs. Pines, rocking the newborns in their arms to calm their crying. Mrs. Pines was sobbing uncontrollably, clutching at her hair. A third nurse was desperately trying to calm the new mother down, but was unsuccessful.
âTheir wrists!â She gasped out. âLook at their wrists, Will!â The drop in his stomach worsened, and dread filled his veins, but he did as she told him, gently turning each squalling childâs wrists so that he could examine them.
To his horror, he discovered what had upset her so much. Both children had soulmarks.
And they matched.
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Thoughts? Questions? Comments? Concerns that arenât insults about my new ship? Cool, message me! Iâm always happy to talk about pinecest.
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Expect the unexpected
(Trigger warning - lots of throw ups)
This has never really been my motto. Most things in my life have been expected or Iâve had signs pointed out to me that gives me a hint of what lies ahead. I was not expecting to be in the ER tonight. Actually I was just about to put my makeup on and do a lovely couples photoshoot with my husband when I got the call to come to the ER for possible blood clot in my lungs. Let me back up..
I had been healing from my port placement 3 days ago. Yesterday I was texting Juan updates on how I was feeling. Iâm extremely thankful he was so diligent on checking in on me. My main concern was the tightness in my chest, pressure where the port is. I couldnât take a deep breath. I felt better resting. I had even been doing light housework to stay up and active. Today he checked in again. The chest pressure was better. I could actually take a deep breath with little to no problem. Fast forward to this afternoon. I had went down to my best friend Samâs salon to get my hair styled for my photoshoot. Sheâs on the 2nd floor and we took the stairs. My favorite part. I hadnât exercised since my diagnosis and itâs been killing me. I was so active. Upon reaching the 2nd floor which was not far, I was winded. I text Juan letting him know, and he didnât respond right away. I sat down, caught my breath, and got my hair done. As soon as I parked at home Juan called. He was consulting his doctor and advised I go in ASAP to an urgent care to be seen. I needed an x-ray, EKG, oxygen levels checked to rule out a possible blood clot in the lungs. Fuck me..
Disappointed to say the least. I walked into my home filled with laughter from my girls and their cousins, everyone gathered at the table for a meal, my in laws were visiting. All I could say was, we have to go to urgent care. I didnât even kiss my babies goodbye đ I said goodbye to them but not thinking I wouldnât be back tonight didnât cross my mind. Now I wish I had. I arrived at a local urgent care before closing and the first thing I noticed in the lobby were vases of fake sunflowers. By pure coincidence, I use a sunflower background when I update my stories about my disease. I immediately knew this was Godâs way of telling me he was with me and that I would be okay. I went into a room to be evaluated, and guess what kind of shoes the nurse was wearing? Iâd never seen these before, but white vans with yellow sunflowers all over. There are no coincidences! However I wasnât helped and was told to go to the ER.
No one likes to be in the ER, especially not right now. I had labs drawn, and an x-ray which showed proper placement of the port. Luckily Juan was here working and able to be there for my x-ray. He came to see me once more before he left to tell me he was going to communicate with the doctor about my CT and insulin complications. I had mentioned I was waiting for my husband to bring my charger because I was basically on E, and he graciously went to retrieve his charger to give to me. So extremely thankful for that gesture because alone, with no connection to my family in this place, is NOT the business. A charged phone is a precious lifeline so please always keep yours charged! So now..I wait for the CT.
I had been moved all over that ER. First I came to a bed and talked with a nurse. Then another nurse came in demanding she needed the bed. Once I was done I was booted off that bed so fast and into a chair in a hallway. The place was littered with sick people inside and outside rooms. It was so sad and crowded. I do believe I was mixed with both normal sick people and possible covid patients. To say I was nervous is an understatement. Back and forth I went between rooms, chairs, main waiting room, and scans. The longest wait was waiting to have my CT scan. I was in a room with chemo type reclining chairs. This poor girl in front of me was dealing with pain, bad. I felt so sorry for her. She was doing a good job being quiet but her face and body language looked like she was in active labor, though she was not. After watching I assumed she was suffering some sort of abdominal pain. When it was just us two, I didnât want to make her talk, but I told her that I didnât know what she was going through but that I was going to cover her in prayer. Her eyes lit up. She said thank you a bunch and I just assured her that I had her taken care of. I prayed with healing words. No matter what situation Iâm in, I would never turn down the opportunity to put myself aside and pray for someone else who needed it more. I have failed this test before many times being too shy to pray, but you never know how those simple words of offering someone prayer may help them feel better. I wanted to cry, yeah I was in here for a possible life threatening issue, but I was nowhere as bad off as these people.
So I prayed for her, and eventually it was my turn to go to my CT. I had an IV put in, flushed, and had 3 medications to help me with my scan. One was Benadryl. I was actually glad to have it because Iâll be receiving it in my Pre-chemo cocktail and I wasnât sure how I would feel on it. Yes it made me woozy immediately, but it was tolerable. Almost enjoyable in the correct setting. Waiting again, and was wheeled over by this super nice guy who eased the stress with good conversation. If youâve ever done an MRI with contrast..itâs a fucking insane feeling. I laid down, the nurse flushed my IV and added the contrast. She loaded me in and waited a few minutes for it to kick in. I was in the machine for another few minutes and immediately when I was done I felt the warm rush. Iâve previously been warned it makes you feel really warm and almost like youâve peeâd yourself. Thank god they reminded me because the warm sensation is explosive. It simultaneously felt like hot water was exploding from both my chest outward and my crotch đ indeed I clenched my body in case I did pee, but thatâs exactly how it felt!!! So odd. Off to wait again for the results. This is where it for torturous. I am SO thankful for my AirPods and this charger. I have a very sensitive trigger to throwing up. Myself, other people, I canât handle it. I actually did a good job this last week because both my girls got a virus, and I wasnât second hand nauseous at all, thatâs a victory. But in this ER literally 90% of the patients were vomiting đ I cranked those air pods to the max to drown out the sound. Closed my eyes. I donât want what they got. So Iâm in the big chair room again, my poor friend comes back in. Still in pain desperate for relief. Then another person, and another until the whole room was filled with us 5 people. 3/5 with vomiting đ. Poor baby I prayed for got sick first, she was telling a nurse she was getting sick from the pain itself. Then the girl directly next to me. As she was getting her IV meds she started to get sick. It was a constant rush of nurses trying to get those sick bags in time..bless their quickness. I winced and turned to my left as to avoid being there. There wasnât anywhere I could go where I wasnât in the direct line of someone getting sick. I was miserable. Benadryl still kicking, I tried to nap, but had to keep my eyes open waiting for my name to be called. Eventually the time came, I was put in a draw chair outside the big chair room and my doctor read me the good news! I had my IVâs taken out and asked if they wanted me to go back into the big chair room (I donât want to hog the draw chair in case someone needed it) and he said sure, just as I stood up the first poor girl started wrenching and I said âyou know what Iâll stay hereâ and with a laugh the nurse walked back to their station and printed my discharge papers. I was R E L I E V E D. I was as calm in this situation as I needed to be, panicking and stressing werenât going to help me. Easier said than done, to just not stress, but knowing how much trauma your body goes through WHEN you stress, it just wasnât going to work in my favor. I came home famished, ate my dinner at 11:30pm, followed by a bag of popcorn, followed by a small serving of ice cream. Then my blood sugars sky rocketed all night đ eh, not a good thing but I will hopefully have that very taken care of soon. Praise God nothing came out of this, each day has its own surprises, not all good, but also not all bad. The day started well with me sharing that my CT showed no cancer anywhere else in my body. This is EXTREMELY good news, and ended with me in the ER. You just never know how things will play out. So hug your kids, tell them you love them, do something fun. Enjoy the day given, because in a flash it could all be taken away âđ»
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