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mywritersmind · 2 months ago

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GOOD SIDE - FC43

summary : She hates him, he’s intrigued and doesn’t understand why anyone would distlike him. Franco tries to win Charles’ sister over with coffee and good racing.

listen up : no warnings!! my first franco fic <3

word count : 1067

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All eyes have been on Franco Colapinto for the past three weeks. All eyes including mine.

I watch the boy walk across the pit lane, grinning widely at his team. My arms are crossed in the ferrari garage, Charles is talking my ear off but I'm not even listening.

I miss my paddock best friend. All the boys on the grid are like my brothers, but Logan was genuinely my friend. I didn’t even go to Monza and fucked myself while boycotting because I missed my brother win.

I watch the team embrace the boy. I never realized how young he looks until now. He’s a year older than me, found that out when I was stalking his social media.

Charles noticed my stink eye and nudges me, “He’s a good kid. Don’t be mean!” I know Logan wasn’t performing well. I’m not blind.

But I can’t help but be salty for him.

“I won’t be mean.” I turn to see Alex and Franco walking towards us, I try to walk away but the hoodie for my sweatshirt is grabbed by Charles and I'm yanked backwards.

“Franco, This is my baby sister, Y/n!” Charles swings his arm around me, I roll my eyes and look back at Franco.

He’s cute and as he smiles at me I have a weird feeling that I need to make it stop. I turn to my new favorite william’s boy.

“Alex!” I smile wide and I can see my brother eyeing me already, “Nice Quali! Proud of you.”

He nods, “Appreciate it Y/n.” He glances at Franco, forcing me to say something. I give them what they want and look at him.

“Colapinto, is it?” I blink. “You’ve got an interesting driving style.”

Franco’s smile doesn’t falter. “Interesting enough to earn me P9.” My eyes narrow at him, “Nice to know you were watching me.”

I cross my arms but before I can say more, Charles interrupts me.

He laughs loudly, trying to drown out my voice, “Alright! Don't mind her, Franco, she’s been a little salty recently- well actually she’s always like this.” He shakes his head and leads the men in blue away.

Franco looks back at me as Alex starts talking rapidly, and I swear I’m hallucinating because I think he winks.

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I’m sitting on the pit wall, Susie is talking me through all the little buttons and graphs. Even though I'm Ferrari till I die, Susie is like family and has always been there for me. I feel an unexpected tap on my shoulder which makes me whip around.

I look down to see Franco holding two cups of coffee. “Morning Mrs. Wolff!” He smiles at Susie, then me. I didn’t even know he met her. My eyebrow is already raised, “Mind if I borrow Y/n?”

Susie laughs softly, looking at him then me, “Go ahead.” I get off the chair slowly and he motions for me to take the cup.

“Charles mentioned you liked coffee.” I hesitate for a second, taking the cup. I sip it and mentally groan because I’ve been needing to get some today.

“Buying my affection already, Huh?” I glance at him as we walk down the pit lane. I'm wearing a short, flowy, white dress and a Ferrari cap, happy since it's so hot.

“Don’t be silly, This was free.” I sip my coffee to stop myself from laughing, “I do have to get on your good side somehow.”

I look away from him, “You took my best friend's seat.”

“He lost it.” When I look back at him, he’s already looking at me.

I sigh and keep walking, he catches up quickly, “So… You’re Charles’ Sister.”

I flip my hair over my shoulder, “You’re sherlock?”

“You’re pretty.”

I let out a dry laugh, “You’re straightforward. I’ve seen three interviews of you flirting and you haven’t even made it to your second race yet.” He laughs and it makes me feel good that I made him do that.

“What can I say? The people love me.” He shrugs and it's my turn to laugh now.

“I’m sure your media crew hates you.”

“I can confirm they definitely do.” He stops when he gets to his garage, “I don’t want you too though.”

I take a breath, “Let’s see how you do in the race and we’ll see.” I hear someone yell his name from inside the garage.

He doesn’t move, “You base all your relationships off of driving results?”

“Relationships?” I scoff as he licks his lips, “Don’t get too cocky now.”

Franco shakes his head, a curl falling into his face, “Not cocky. Just a glass half full type of guy.”

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I hug Oscar as he walks out of his garage at the end of the day, “You fucking rocked it.” He laughs as I pull back, “Seriously, I'm proud and you beat my brother!”

Charles practically spawns, “We all know your loyalty is not to me.” All the boys have changed and are starting to leave. Carlos disappeared after crashing on the second to last lap but all I can do is smile for Lando who got bumped up to fourth.

Speaking of, Lando joins us with Franco by his side, his mouth running per usual. Everyone starts talking and congratulating Oscar again.

I find Franco by my side, he leans in slightly, “My result good enough for you?”

I look up at the sky, “Pretty good. I hate to say it but… you did well.”

He grins, “Well enough to get your number?”

I look to my brother to make sure he isn’t listening, “You’re playing with fire here, Colapinto.”

“Burn me.” He says it so quick that I almost don’t register the look on his face. He looks at me so genuinely with those hazel eyes and speaks again, “Por Favor? s'il te plaît? Please?”

The ‘Please’s’ makes me laugh. One in Spanish, one in French, and one in English to cover all his bases, “You’re such a flirt.”

“For you.”

“Don’t lie. You flirt with everyone.” I give him a look, he pulls a slow smile.

“If you were mine I'd never look at anyone else again.” Oddly enough, I believe him.

“If I were yours?” I step closer and he nods, “Hm… If I were yours- I think we would see pigs flying.”

He just grins, “I can arrange that.”

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g1rlken · 17 days ago

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I'm so excited you're taking requests for Rupert Campbell-Black!!

Do you think you could maybe fo #15 from your prompt list about him showing up for the reader bc they don't have anyone else?

Idk if just love that trope and I think it works with him.

If you don't feel inspired by that one no worries!

Someone in the crowd

prompt15 Rupert Campbell Black x fem!reader

word count: 5.3k+

warnings: parental neglect, mild swearing, hurt comfort, FLUFF

AN: Ahhhhhhh ANON I love you this is my fav prompt I was initially planning on the same one anyways thanks for platform ing my Rupert obsession you’re the first one

The chronicles of the country side for a veterinary sciences PhD student included more than just animals, main reason she selected a university so far from the hustle and bustle of the city. Peculiar animals in their natural state, she came across more than just peculiar animals.

Trespassing loses its meaning for the engrossed researcher, she didn’t realise when she passed the forest to a private estate land whilst following the slow worm. The most advanced high end camera, that Rupert had only seen with those media folks and proper film production. However he assumed the girl in a camouflage jungle vest to be an intern in a tabloid firm, trying to prove herself to be ever so efficient to her superiors by sneaking in to his property for a few pictures. Too naive to realise he could sue her for all her fortune perhaps. Rather an amateur at her job perhaps, she was there to snap him yet her attention didn’t avert to him on his horse before he approached her himself, “Young lady” he cleared his throat sternly “You do realise you’re trespassing here?”

“Oh?” She looked out of her camera lens to the voice that called out her and in an instant she lost sight of the slow worm she was following. “Fuck!”

“And if you don’t delete the pictures and get off of this land right this second I will be suing you for all the jobs you don’t already have.” Rupert threatened, he truly misliked this breach of his privacy to no end. But because the girl seemed unskilled and gullible to her supposedly first job he felt he could let her get off easily.

“I’m not deleting any pictures I barely got two” she said with a heavy sigh, her eyes frantically searching for her subject within the grass again not too bothered by his threat. “And I don’t have any job as it is”

“Oh” he amused, getting off of the saddle of his horse to level with her, “are you one of those fans then? How many times do I have to tell you people-“

“What?” Her attention broke from her subjected reptile to the man this time, “a fan? I don’t even know you…”

“Oh right” he scoffed placing his hands by his hips, “surely you don’t.”

“I truly don’t. I was following my subject for today from the forest lands and I ended up here it was an honest mistake” she explained herself as she opened her camera to show him the pictures, they were all reptiles and not…him.

“You were following a snake?” He asked rather confused and somewhat intrigued as to what would bring her to this.

“It’s not a snake, it’s a is a legless lizard. Anguis Fragilis” she corrected the man, ever so casually as if it were the most common of knowledges to attain.

The man just burst into laughter letting go of the horse chain to contain it, his hand on his chest he could find the joke in the name and the scenario extremely comical. “You have got to be kidding me!”

Y/n felt a bit embarrassed as if she’d said the wrong name so she went through it in her head again and she wasn’t, wrong. It was perhaps like college again, info dumping on the wrong set of people who poke fun at peculiar passions. But the man seemed to be too old to be like those immature college kids who mock others so she was left rather confused “what is so funny?” She asked hesitantly, “it’s rather rare and native to this area we don’t come across them in the city…” she trailed off trying to fill in his boastful laughter with something to feel less uncomfortable.

“Oh is it now?” Rupert asked as his laughter subsided and he realised the girl was an enthusiast in a true fashion. He just found the name of the godforsaken reptile to have a double meaning to it, he thought she made it up but when she got awkward and explained further he realised she wasn’t joking. “My apologies, are you new here?”

“Yes Ive actually moved here for research, I’m studying veterinary sciences for PhD… ” she said still feeling a bit self conscious after he’d laughed like that.

“Anus Fragilis huh?” He repeated trying his best to suppress another set of laughter but he failed at it ever so evidently.

“Anguis…er-slow worm.” She cringed as she picked up on the joke that had him loosing his composure like that. Perhaps she judged him to act his age which he looked so fast. “It’s also called slow worm. I lost him regardless, so I’ll get going. Sorry to bother you.”

“No, no hang on a second darling” he said gripping her elbow as she attempted to leave but as she returned to face him again he left it just instantly. “Since you’re already here, allow me to indulge you in a coffee or so? It would be very disappointing if I don’t get to learn more about…” he wanted to say it, the joke. But the awkwardly offended look on her face of feeling small wasn’t worth it so he kept it to himself “slow worms and legless lizards”

“They’re the same.” She briefed him feeling his ignorance, the PhD aspirant did not seem to have time to entertain his indulgence. “Forgive me but I have to go, I’ve walked too far from my car.”

“Well then allow me to drop you?” Rupert offered with his usual charm which didn’t leave to phase a lot.

Not her perhaps, “It’s not that far” she said curtly. Packing her camera equipment in a hurry. “Thanks. And sorry for trespassing.”

Rupert watched as she hastily packed her lenses and the rolls. Just when he thought he could work on himself to not offend people on first impressions, he generally didn’t do so with ladies so perhaps this was a first. “I’m Rupert Campbell Black” He put his hand forward for a handshake, “Sports Minister.” He introduced himself.

She had both her hands full with her books and camera, which she could rearrange back in the bag to accept his handshake but she’d rather not so she just nodded shortly. “Yes, Mr. Rupert, so nice to meet you.” She said with half a smile, then paced away not even waiting for his reply.

“I suppose I’ll see you around?” He said with his usual grin but she was already pacing away back to the path she’d come from.

That is how the two first met. Not her most memorable nor pleasant interaction but surely intriguing for the minister. The next time he met her, late early evening at a cafe. It took a second to recognise her with her head down in a book but there was enough lighting cast on her against the window where she sat. “Slow worm!” He exclaimed as he approached her causing her to avert her attention from the book to him.

“You…” she trailed off however her tone didn’t match the same enthusiasm as his. “Hi.” She said as he gestured to the chair across her on her table, asking if someone was there but she shrugged and nodded “Please, go ahead” she said being polite, internally bracing herself for another awful interaction.

“I was hoping I’d run into you” he told her leaning forward on the table crossing his arms, “turns out, your little bugger is a frequent visitor of the stable sheds back at the estate.”

“That explains yeah” she nodded closing her book, the size of it gigantic and hardcover it made a small thud, “it eats slugs and snails, spiders too…”

“Wonderful aspect” Rupert complimented, under informed on the subject he didn’t know what to say. “Did you get proper observations for your research?”

“Superficially yes” she nodded, “I’ll run into more of those one of these days.”

“You can always just visit my place again…I would be honoured to help out a bright mind.” Rupert offered leaning back in the chair, unbuttoning his blazer.

“That is so kind of you, I’m very sorry for trespassing that day” she said it again, obviously not friendly enough with him to take him up on that offer.

“Well you could make up for it by telling me your name.” He shrugged as his lips formulated a smile.

“Y/n.” She told him. As the conversation progressed, learning more of him, telling him more about her research and the subjects she’d come across so far. For someone in a vastly different field he was such an attentive listener. She’d told him a lot, about the animals, her thesis, her lectures and sessions, being a TA, moving here.

“And what of your friends?” He asked her over his second cup of coffee in the same conversation because he wanted to keep it going.

“I don’t live on campus so I don’t have roommates to be friends with, then I’m a TA but everyone else is a bachelors and third year student. Had I done college here I’d have those friends…I do have friends from college back home but as of now it’s only my professors.” She informed him, very casual with it but as she formulated the picture in his head it seemed to be a rather isolating experience.

“And what do you do for fun around here?” He asked her to see if it was as isolating as he realised.

“Trespass estates.” She joked with a small giggle, but in truth she did absolutely nothing for fun because there wasn’t anything.

“Greatest hobby ever” he joked back. But as she didn’t follow up with another activity he realised that if he pried about it he’d just force her to admit she led a boring and somewhat lonely life. He wasn’t judging her, she was fresh out of college and had to move a whole place and seemed to have no friends here. Well except for him if she’ll have him. “Are you struggling?”

“Of course not. I love my work, I can easily afford rent too it’s not a problem.” She replied honestly, if only financial was all of her struggles.

“Don’t you think you’d save more if you lived on campus?” He questioned unsure of her choice to stay in a boutique flat in one of the most expensive neighbourhoods.

“My father wouldn’t allow it. He’s a bit of a tone deaf classist that way.” She admitted, rather casually.

“Allow?” He repeated, surprised. He didn’t know her precise age but by her educational status and the looks of it someone in their early twenties didn’t need their father’s permission on how to live.

“It’s just a bit complicated, he wants all of his children to take the right step that is work in our family business, his company. I tried, it’s soul draining and very unlike me” she sighed “So I just extended education.”

“To get far from him?” He perceived, perhaps not the way she saw it.

“—To explore my options. I don’t want to disappoint him when I can avoid it.”

“And is this the way to be?” He asked, his tone guarded and expression curious.

“Perhaps.” She replied, but on the inside she was so hyper aware that anywhere farther from the family business as all the way to be. She didn’t want to distanced from her father nor her family, she may not be the golden child but she wanted him to be ever so proud of her even though she didn’t walk on the road he chose for her.

“Your spirit likes the fight doesn’t it?” It was more of an observation than a question.

“I don’t indulge in self awareness that well” She replied with a bemused shrug and he just let out a low laugh that. And that was her first friendship in Rutshire. To Rupert’s likeness the cafe was another one of basil’s side quests but he visited there less frequently given the bar was his primary. Regardless, Rupert got him too. The prime customer and his newest friend, studied there most of the time because she lived close by and Rupert felt drawn to her company.

She had no other and he found her growing to be his favourite one. He fancied the conversations with her so much, in her absence basil teased him about it. This one afternoon, Rupert visited as his usual time, or perhaps y/n’s usual time which he picked up on but she wasn’t there. “The coffee can’t be that good.” Basil said with a small scoff, as he found Rupert with a disappointed expression in the girl’s absence.

“I’m just trying to reduce the alcohol intake” Rupert said nonchalantly, well aware he didn’t the caffeine he’d been consuming just for the conversations with her.

“I wasn’t talking about the coffee” Basil added with a devious grin hinting at the double meaning joke he was referring for.

“Piss off” Rupert rolled his eyes at the man with a heavy sigh of irritation sitting down at the table, rolling up his sleeves and facepalming. “This is her usual time to come and study here” he mentioned.

“Which you don’t let her do.” Basil said, the entire time indulging the poor girl in conversations and spontaneous outing plans. “She’d have to be extraordinarily brilliant to keep up with her courseworks with all the detours you put her up to.”

“She is extraordinarily brilliant.” Rupert briefed him.

“I suppose you’d know.” Basil shrugged leaning against the table where he was sat, “Does she have a boyfriend?”

Seemingly offended at the mere thought of that Rupert’s expression disgusted, “Of course not!”

“Of course not?” Basil repeated surprised with his affirm expression. “So you are sleeping with her.”

“I’m not sleeping with her.” Rupert emphasised on the word ‘not’ and it was probably the tenth time that Bas had asked him that this moment.

“Of course not” Basil humoured him mimicking his tone when he said that.

“I’m not, it isn’t like that with her.” Rupert tried to explain that to his friend who found that to be such a foreign concept. It was a very strangely unknown and unspecific feeling for Rupert himself too.

“You don’t want to sleep with her?” Bas questioned not believing nor understanding the prospect “she’s rather pretty.” besides he’d sleep with anything.

“She isn’t just pretty Bas, she’s beautiful, a bit too much even on the inside.” He paused “She is precious.” Rupert spoke with such genuine passion that basil had to lay off of the joke he was brewing.

“And what of you?” Basil asked, it was something Rupert hadn’t even questioned himself for well not yet anyways.

“What of me?” He answered the question with a question feigning innocence. Before basil could further explain himself, even though well aware that Rupert understood him. The bells of the door jingled announcing upcoming presence in the nearly empty cafe causing the men to turn at the voice.

“Hello-Hello, Gentlemen!” Y/n exclaimed in the most enthusiastic Sunday morning tone possible but it was a cloudy afternoon on a Tuesday. To Rupert she always sounded like a Sunday morning with her little giggles and all the mannerisms but today she seemed way more lifted with spirits.

“Want to bet a tenner she ran into a coyote.” Basil said as she made her way to their table sitting across Rupert whilst basil was still leaning against the table.

“I bet you a twenty its a pine marten.” Rupert said, he picked up on everything from their conversation. This week she was in search of that specific animal from her list or so, he kept track somewhat subconsciously.

“It’s neither” She said with a smile still plastered on her face as she sat her bag down to the side placing her hands on the table. “I’ve got great news, well not great but perhaps good, great to me.” She went in an adjective discourse and shook her head coming back on track “My professor submitted my thesis to this government honorary publications department and I’m getting an in-kind research grant!”

“The government is giving you money?!” Basil matched her enthusiastic tone leaning forward on the table.

“No, no it’s an in kind grant…as in-they present me with an award but the big thing is that I get policy access, lab space, government authorised datasets…” she explained further with her eyes so lit up Rupert wanted to bottle this warmth of emotions he felt in just seeing her happy like this and drink it like water.

“You are getting an award?!” Rupert said with loud earnest passion for her excelling. “Y/n! That is marvellous news!”

“You fucking genius!” Basil added further, giving her a side hug and kissing the top of her head, giving her hair a ruffle as he walked across the cafe, “this calls for a celebration!”

“Thank you” She replied with a toothy smile. Feeling very heart warmed. Then Rupert took both her hands in his, he looked just as lit up as if it was his award.

“My darling, you absolute mastermind. Your mind is a wonder, y/n I am so so proud of you!” He said, he didn’t have to reaffirm or reassure more so because out of everyone she’d come across, Rupert had been so supportive, a subject and felt so unfamiliar yet he’d reassured and let her know it so constantly that she’d always have him to be cheering so hard for her. “You deserved this!”

“Rupert, that is so kind! Thank you, seriously” she replied with a glint in her eyes he could feel coloured by. Just about on time, basil blasted the confetti cracker he happened to have lying around. He turned the open sign to closed at the door of the cafe and returned to the table, slowly she let her hands out of Rupert’s.

“Didn’t have champagne in the cafe but this should do” Basil said as he presented their table with a small cake.

“You didn’t have to close the place” y/n said with a small giggle as she saw the cake, a sign in red jam crossing out the name ‘Einstein’ and Y/n in its place. Classic Bas.

“Oh please love, I deserve this celebration.” Bas said with a dramatic roll of his eyes, any reason to not work was reason enough.

“Right of course since he worked so hard.” Rupert joked clearly forgetting he owed the man in staying the cafe for him to keep it open just in case y/n might come in. They kept congratulating her over and over again as the trio dug into the cake.

“So when exactly is the award function?” Rupert asked, it was going to be event of the week for him more than it was for y/n.

“It’s on this Friday, I get one visitor pass and my father is flying out to attend it!” She said, ebullient. It did irk him somewhat because he’d wanted to see her receive the award but he knew how much her father’s approval meant to her so he was happy in her happiness regardless.

“That is great news, what did he say?” Rupert asked keeping his disappointment for not being able to see her at bay.

“His assistant put me through in the very second call so he must really be impressed, he asked me about the function and he sounded very positive of it.” She told them about the seemingly brief phone call.

“You have to talk to an assistant to get to your fath-“ basil was quickly interjected with a small shove on the leg from Rupert to take a turn in that observation. Rupert didn’t want it to rain her parade, “It’s so nice he’s coming all this way.”

“He’d probably stay a day or two after that you should meet him!” She added, it seemed as if she was somewhat more joyous with the fact that her father was pleased than the actual award to her name. It was a grey line.

“I would be delighted to.” Rupert said, he would be. At least for her sake despite having his internal doubts towards the man.

The award function was an extremely formal event, you could barely tell apart the professors from the bureaucrats. Rupert could tell the difference easily though, he simply knew the later group, almost all of them. But he wasn’t there for any of those people. Taking his seat at the round table, next to the faces he knew very well but he was way too focused on the happenings of the stage to indulge in small talk. And then there it was.

The lady of the evening. At least for him, her research dissertation was called out and he recognised it was her turn before they presented her name as well. White shirt with several pins of animal welfare and her educational institution. Simplicity and grace, ever so precious. As she received the medal and the award plate Rupert clapped perhaps the loudest, standing up even. The stage wasn’t so far but she didn’t spot him because her eyes were searching another direction and the procession was short lived before she could avert her gaze.

Finally after all the names were done, she was free from the stage back to the softly mingling crowd. “There she is!” The enthusiastic exclamation caught her attention from her lost trance.

Adhering the man in suit with flowers in his hand, surprised and radiated expression, “Rupert?!” She was baffled and so relieved she didn’t understand the later feeling. She rushed to him, their distance getting closer as he opened his arms for her.

“Congratulations, darling” he said bringing her into a tight embrace both of them so joyous, hers was rather infectious. He easily lifted her from the ground out of glee, kissing the side of her face. “You were wonderful out there!”

“When did you get here?” She asked once he put him down and she pulled away yet kept her arms entangled with him. Enough to just see his face, “also how?”

“I’m an MP you thought I wouldn’t be able to get into a government function?” He amused, surprised she did not see it coming, perhaps she wasn’t expecting him but her reaction seemed as if she would rather prefer him. “I got here an hour before yours was announced.”

“I am so glad you made it!” She told him, the effort was so heartwarming to her. He’d came to an event which wasn’t initially his, making more arrangements to even get in for her. She didn’t want to voice it because he’d always reply with such a strange concern as if being loved more than to be sustained wasn’t optional, she wasn’t used to this concern nor sentimental support.

Rupert could tell her kind, wide eyes in a sort of turmoil of something she couldn’t figure out by even herself but he didn’t pry on it, “where is your father?” He asked looking around shortly.

“Oh he…he isn’t here. He could not make it.” She said with a small shrug, that is how casual his absence was to him.

“—How come?”

“Probably his flight, I forgot to notify him about our time zones or so. If he were skipping he would’ve called prior” there was a small hope tugging at her heartstrings trying to believe this wasn’t like the other times. “He would be here anyways, would just be missing the event.”

“I suppose” he replied curtly, being presented with two choices of either being truthful with her of her father’s harsh and uncaring constitution or hold the hope she held out for the man with her. None of the two seemed befitting to him. As the event progressed she introduced him to some of her professors and people that she worked with, he did the same with the other officials that he knew of. She grew tired of the socialising and asked him if they could leave the event, she wasn’t as tired as she was growing disappointed of a man who wasn’t even in the room.

Even though Rupert and her came to the event from a different place and were going back in difference directions it was a given that they leave together. At least to him it was, she’d just informed him she felt like leaving and he stood up in an instant. He was dropping her back to her place because she didn’t driver herself to the function. The two were walking, to his car in the chilly night with his suit blazer draped over her shoulders, flowers and his hand in her hand, he carried her award with her bag for her and a light hearted conversation. Serenity which ran away once they came across a pay phone call booth. “Do you mind if I go make a call?” She asked him, he nodded but he was well aware who that call was intended for.

Rupert leant against the phone stand with the small door of it open, close to her as she pressed the numbers inserting coins. Anxiously awaiting the other line to answer she replied when a voice answered “Hello, this is me, y/n. Did dad leave yet?” She asked, he hated to see her in such distress and was afraid the conversation ought to make it worse. “What? What do you mean—the event, my award he was going to be here for…like he promised.” Rupert could only hear y/n’s side of the conversation but he could pan out the other side, which wasn’t even her father just some office assistant. “Just let me talk to him…please…two minutes perhaps?” It was difficult to watch, begging for the scraps of her father to an assistant. After a few moments the call ended and she couldn’t even stomach the courtesy of a goodbye.

As she walked out of the booth he searched for her to meet his eyes, narrate to him the happenings of the call. “His plans changed” she said but nothing further. He could tell she didn’t feel like talking so he stopped walking and also held her back from the track, pulled her into his arms. Resting his chin on top of her head as he held her, enlacing his arms around her tightly. He could definitely stay like this for rest of the night. Even life? A small voice suggested and he quickly dismissed it as he was pulled back to her, she didn’t feel relaxed in his arms even though she hugged him back and her face so steady, he felt his shirt getting sprinkled with dampness, as if in smallest portions.

“Y/n…” he trailed off pulling away to confirm if she was crying, “are you crying?” He asked as she lowered her face so he couldn’t see it but he leant in her direction to see. “Hey..hey, it’s alright” he pulled her back to him letting her weep onto his chest as he ran a hand through her hair.

“I don’t understand why I feel so bad” she said through her tears, holding onto him like she would fall apart even more if he let go. Perhaps she would.

“It is alright darling just let it out” Rupert said as he continued to sooth her in his arms, trying to provide a present, grounding support.

“He promised me…” she trailed off crying harder, all those events where her father should’ve been present but wasn’t came back to her. Fancy dress competitions at school where the chauffeur that dropped her off would have to attend the show out of pity for the child, birthdays where he would have to be bothered a multiple times to come attend cake-cutting, evidently sad over a test but he simply couldn’t be bothered to ask his daughter if she was alright. So much life spent in I-promise-you-I’ll-be-there. So much disappointment and you’d think one would learn. “I just feel stupid-I thought this time would be different.”

Rupert held her face in his hands “look at me” he said forcing her to meet his gaze. “You are not stupid for what you feel, you are not at fault for someone so detached and irresponsible towards their own child.” He spoke whilst wiping her tears, “he will forever be an incomplete, deficient man for the kind of father that he is. But you my love are beyond him and how he treats you, you’re brilliant and kind and funny and you have a heart big enough to hold a planet. You are going to go so far, your suffrage of his conditional love and inflicted anguish will heal for the better. I promise you that.”

This was a better hope than the one she was always latched onto, hoping that he would change, come around for once. But letting go and a promise for a softer tomorrow seemed so much more beautiful. “But I am so tired”

“You have been so gentle through so much…you must have been tired too. But persevering is constant and you, you always do. There is so much life within you, those around you are infected with it, I know I am.” He confessed, he hadn’t voiced it out especially not like this even to himself but she was more than a lively feeling, more than a chase or a rush for attraction. No. She was life.

Such admission made her heart flutter, she felt the drumming in her ears and it wasn’t the anxious kind. This felt like a sunrise after a good dream, but she had no words for it because her eyes spoke enough and so did his that wandered down to her lips and back to his. Reciprocating the course of gaze when he leant forward, face so close she didn’t move even by the slightest tired of awaiting him to inch to the closest extent she caught a soft grip of his shirt, lowering her gaze right when he crashed his lips onto hers. She kissed him back and it felt heavenly, as the kiss deepened he felt like he had reached there.

Smiles glued to their faces once they pulled away to catch a breath, tucking a loose strand of her hair behind her ear he said “you are not the only one who’s won something tonight.”

“That means I’ve won twice” she said with a small giggle adding to his exaggeration that kissing her felt like a win.

“That isn’t the same.” Rupert corrected her, going in to kiss her again with a slower passion, taking his time letting the sweetness of it linger “for me this is centuries worth of wins.”

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IVE SO MUCH MORE OF HIS STUFF COMING SOMEBODY SEDATE ME…next his enemies to lovers let me know if you want to be tagged

PLEASE comments are my fuel I am HUNGRY for validation please if you like this please please let me know

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leclerc-s · 1 year ago

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track 004. electric touch

─── ❝ i've got my money on things goin' badly, got a history of stories ending sadly ❞ ───

series masterlist // previous // next

APRIL 2017

DANIEL RICCIARDO AND MAX VERSTAPPEN RETURN FOR ON THE SOFA

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username these two share a special bond, i love it.

username max and daniel was a duo i didn’t know i need this bad.

username HE HAS A WHAT?

username danny, baby, this isn’t you. what about our 5 kids, our farmhouse, and 3 dogs?

username wonder who the slut is

username whoever this woman is, she’s not good enough for him.

username you don't even know who she is username he's not going to fall in love with you, he's not going to even like you if you keep shitting on his girlfriend you don't even know the name of username haven’t you heard? her name is casper

username everyone's shitting on his relationship but daniel seems genuinely happy. like geez, let the man be in love.

username daniel naming his girlfriend casper instead of using her actual name is such a daniel thing to do

username i was kind of expect joey or vegemite, something australian at least. casper’s gotta be an inside joke.

username daniel isn't dating daphne, but it would be hilarious if he would was because that means max and daniel could've been in laws and that's hilarious.

username that would've been so iconic. from being teammates to in-laws.

mae jones twitter is losing mind at this moment

daniel ricciardo why? i can't possibly assume why?

lewis hamilton didn't you just announce you're in a relationship with someone? i would assume that's why sebastian vettel he doesn't seem to care all that much

carlos sainz at least he didn't say who it was

max verstappen haven't you heard she's casper now? daphne jones i've disappeared from the media, i am casper, technically speaking.

mae jones it was smart of him to mention her as one of the friends he was hanging out with. people won't suspect her.

sebastian vettel i want to know how long this could possibly go on for. max verstappen knowing dan and daph, at least 5 years or more. lewis hamilton seems reasonable.

daphne jones ooh, i’m getting called a slut already

daniel ricciardo sweetheart no. daphne jones nothing i'm not used to already 🤷🏼‍♀️ carlos sainz i can defend your honor mae jones i can bite ankles. i am not above it. max verstappen we’re aware sebastian vettel you’re all children

max verstappen added one person

max verstappen don't make me fucking regret this gasly

max verstappen he was being a nuisance i had to add him mae jones that's a big word for elmo max verstappen fuck you jones mae jones woah, max, we broke up, you can't do that anymore max verstappen fuck off jones, that works better

lewis hamilton you have to swear to secrecy. what is said in the groupchat stays in the groupchat.

pierre gasly i solemnly swear max verstappen i swear if you add fucking leclerc i'm going to crash into you at turn one whenever you start racing in f1 pierre gasly i still don't understand why you hate him but okay mae jones he still bitter about the inchident max verstappen honestly mae, stop bullying me. mae jones but you make it so easy

carlos sainz daphne and daniel are dating and you can't tell anyone, not even this charles max is talking about.

pierre gasly daniel ricciardo dating music legend daphne jones? that seems like tas de merde

mae jones THEY DON'T TEACH FRENCH IN JAIL YOU FUCKING BAGUETTE!!! lewis hamilton you've been to jail? mae jones once in monopoly...it was not fun daniel ricciardo i nearly lost my couch the last time we played carlos sainz I ALMOST LOST AN EYE!

pierre gasly HOW THE HELL DID LEWIS AND SEBASTIAN END UP IN THIS BEFORE ME?

max verstappen fernando is here too, he just never answers pierre gasly I'VE KNOWN YOU MOST OF OUR LIVES AND THIS IS THE TREATMENT I GET? daniel ricciardo seb is the reason daphne and i are together. lewis is nursing a broken heart. rip nico and lewis' friendship, you will be missed and you were iconic. as for nando, well you try telling no to a 2x world champion that ended michael schumacher's streak mae jones fernando alonso is a legend put some respect on his name

carlos sainz he has to prove he's willing to defend daphne

pierre gasly fuck kanye daniel ricciardo that's the spirit daphne jones no. stop. don't encourage this daniel. max verstappen no let him. he deserves it.

fernando alonso will you people shut up? it's 3am, go to sleep.

sebastian vettel you're old, that's why you're boring. fernando alonso and yet neither of us has won a world championship with ferrari. sebastian vettel i still have time i don't plan on leaving anytime soon, unlike you, quitter. fernando alonso just don't pull another multi 21 with kimi and things will be fine

mae jones uncle lewis, our dads are fighting again!

lewis hamilton they'll get over it in a few hours. they always do.

fernando alonso changed the group name to multi 21 seb

fernando alonso changed the group photo

daniel ricciardo yeah this isn't going away any time soon

max verstappen where did he even find a picture for this? last time it was just a picture of nando's car

daphne jones not this again.

pierre gasly this happens often?

mae jones too often. at least once every two weeks.

AUGUST 23RD, 2017

liked by maejones, pierregasly, maxverstappen33 and others

danielricciardo something about how the world moves on another drama but not for me.

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user92 mr.ricciardo, what does that caption mean?

maejones i see you did your research

danielricciardo i have it written down and underlined in red.

user61 coincidence that this is posted the same day daphne jones announces her new album? i think not

user31 song lyrics? danielriccciardo okay, sherlock and watson, calm down. you expect daphne 'expert secret keeper' jones, to tell me daniel 'blabbermouth' ricciardo her song lyrics? user89 he's got a good point. if anything she'd tell mae, her sister, and not one of her friends.

maxverstappen33 why that picture out of all of them? you have so many and you chose that one?

danielricciardo i think i look fucking great

¡leclerc-s speaks! we will not be speaking of today's grand prix. i live in delusion, charles is still, sadly, p6 and lewis is p2. i will take no arguments on this. enjoy this short chapter.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

#leclerc-s #the honest series #daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo x female oc #formula 1 #formula 1 fic #fanfic #fanfiction #f1 #f1 smau #f1 social media au #f1 instagram au #f1 fic

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buniix3 · 5 days ago

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There’s this really charming collection of shows on Amazon Prime that doesn’t get nearly enough praise so I thought I’d ramble about my favorites a little. Churn out some propaganda to get people to watch them yknow?

Just Add Magic

- This is the one I’m currently rewatching and dungeon meshi fans might like this one because it’s food related. It’s about these three girls that stumble upon a magic cook book in one of their attics. The magic system is really unique and the voice actor of Steven Universe plays a character that comes in around season 2. I will warn you it’s VERY cheesy but the whole mystery of everything plus Gina Silvers makes up for it to me.

Gortimer Gibbons Life on Normal Street

- The absolute indie charm and whimsy that flows out of this show is amazing. Again, about a group of three kids in a small town like Just Add Magic BUT THEYRE DIFFERENT EXPERIENCES I SWEAR. They experience a whole bunch of just odd shit that happens in their neighborhood and none of it is ever really explained lmao. Characters are super charming and stuff happens later in the series that is really unique to see depicted in a children’s show. It’s treated with respect, and normalized like crazy and I really like that.

Lost in OZ

- I haven’t watched this one in a while so I’m fuzzy on the details but I remember the magic system in this one is really interesting too. It’s an adaptation of the Wizard of OZ where Dorthy’s daughter gets sent to OZ. This one’s animated! You can definitely see where the budget wasn’t able to cover certain things but the style is definitely trying to be unique which I appreciate especially for something made in the 2010s when most animation was still that 3D Pixar adjacent style (no hate just I need variety).

Tumble Leaf

- This show is for very young children and personally not even I can really watch through it without getting sleepy. BUT it’s stop motion and very adorable so on a technical side I still have to recommend it because of that. If you’re a parent this is a good bluey adjacent show that takes things slow and isn’t trying to overstimulate your kids brain.

Annedroids

- Again, haven’t watched this one in a while so I might be talking out of my ass on this one. I remember it being a really fun show that can be cheesy at times. It was definitely trying to get kids interested in robotics but that shit didn’t work on me at all lmao.

A Kid Named Mayonnaise

- I haven’t watched the actually show of this last one but oh my god!! Just the pilot of this was really fun. Again just dripping indie energy. Hope the show ended up keeping that same spirit.

Edit: not actual show for this one and the pilot was taken off of Amazon I guess it’s lost media now ughhhh

#buni talks #thank you for listening #PLEASE WATCH THESE SHOWS ESPECIALLY THE FIRST TWO PLEASE PLEAS PLEASE

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caylachildofhades · 4 months ago

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This is my journey into paganism and witchcraft, I’d love to hear others stories.

I was born to a fairly Catholic family, thankfully they were never strict with anything so mostly Catholic by name, not always in practice.

My mom refused to send me to public schools and sent me to catholic school both elementary and high school. And through my practice and mediation found our that’s where much of my social anxiety is rooted from. Because my elementary school had its own church next door so before i was ten I was being taught about confessions and confession booths. They wanted us, a bunch of children, to confess our sins but I didn’t know what to do. I was nine years old, i was a good kid, what did I have to confess?

I tried, for years to connect with God but I never felt anything back. I never got answers. I kept trying, thinking maybe I’m not praying hard enough. I practiced praying, I didn’t use swear words, I didn’t drink, I saved myself for marriage. I tried to live a catholic life.

But there was still nothing.

When about 7 years ago I found out i have Jewish heritage on my grandmothers side and explored that. I felt a bit more connected but not to God; to the practice of it. Of the rituals and sacred items and the study. But I had no temple near me to even attempt to convert formerly or even learn from.

Then my mother died and family I was once close with, threw me away like I never meant anything, all because my husband decided they shouldn’t be posting my mother’s condition and status on Facebook and using bad names to call them. I found out she was in the hospital from Facebook messenger, my aunt and even then, it was vague at best, saying she’s sending me prayers for my mother’s health.

My husband and mom at the time didn’t want to tell me cause it’s not the first time she’s been in the hospital before, for an illness like a cold. She had two autoimmune conditions.

Some of my family took more Umbridge with the fact he called my cousin (who’s the most guilty of posting private shit on social media) a bitch than of the fact that maybe they shouldn’t be posting this shit on Facebook and let us grieve privately.

They literally disowned me, for an argument i wasn’t even apart of because i was at work.

That gave me a crisis of faith and now I was no longer Catholic or Jewish, I felt lost and bordering on atheism.

Then Hades found me and comforted me and guided me. He helped me learn all I needed to learn about him, his myths and everything. And with him in my life, other friends who I thought were friends, quickly left, he showed me who my real friends are and ones who once left me, came back into my life.

Now I am a proud patron of Hades and now absolutely understand why people would die before denouncing their religion.

On a happier note he brought in Persephone and she brought her mother Demeter and Dioynous and now Apollo. I’m so very blessed to be working with them.

Blessed be and good luck on where ever you are in your journey.

#pagan witch #paganism #hellenic pagan #hades deity #persphone #dionysus #demeter #apollo

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strawberriesinmoominvalley · 6 months ago

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@lunahhhhhhhhhh wanted to see a bit of my kid!fic, so i thought why not share it with all of you :)

the basic premise is this: oscar is max's child, whom he brings to a race for the first time. shenanigans ensue, oscar really doesn't like how busy and loud it is (but loves the racing), charles offers to coach them both in french so oscar can be understood at school. somehow in this there's a lestappen endgame!

anyway here's two snippets :D

Oscar faltered at the question, before looking back towards his bed with a wobbling chin. “Nijntje?” Max scrunched up his face for a moment, pushing down all the swear words that bubbled in his throat. He did not - he could not stress that enough - have time for a fight over whether Nijntje could come. Oscar’s soft rabbit was far too precious to risk being lost, but Max really didn’t have the time or the energy to deal with a meltdown right now. “You can bring her if Nijntje doesn’t get lost,” Max agreed, regretting his choice even as he said the words. But Oscar beamed as he ran over to his bed, grabbing the white rabbit by her ears. Returning to Max and grabbing his hand again, Max gave a cursory glance over the room before they left. It was a lot earlier than Max would usually consider leaving for the track, but that was most of the point. He was going to meet Gemma, his press officer, outside the back entrance so they could get in with as little fuss as possible. Victoria was going to meet them at some point so Max could hand off Oscar to her for the race. Max didn’t exactly want Oscar to be swarmed with media attention. But Max also wanted Oscar to not cry so much for how much he missed his father, so sacrifices had to be made. “You’ll win?” Oscar asked Max as they stepped into the lift, slowly heading down to the ground floor. Max gave him a soft smile. “I’ll win,” he assured the child. “For me?” “I always win for you, schat.” Oscar looked at him with stars in his eyes and Max resisted the urge to scoop him up and pull him close. “But I’ll win especially for you today.” Oscar leaned against his leg, clinging to him. “I win for you.” “Will you?” Max gave into the urge and picked Oscar up. “I think you need to grow a bit for that.” Oscar didn’t have any objections to the statement, burrowing his face into Max’s neck.

“Oscar’s my kid, yes,” Max clarified, stopping the argument before it could really begin. “I just don’t really want him in the media.” “I can’t believe you didn’t tell me!” Lando lamented, flopping against the railing next to Max. “I thought we were friends!” “Only Daniel and Mick knew,” Max admitted. “And Alex and Checo, but they were my teammates.” Lando wheeled around to Alex, who clearly started plotting escape routes. “You didn’t tell me?” “Maybe this fight will be more important than you having a kid,” Daniel muttered. “It’s about Oscar,” Max pointed out. Charles carefully made his way over to Max as Lando continued to screech at Alex, successfully drawing attention away from Max. “He’s called Oscar?” “Yes,” Max replied, feeling his cheeks turn pink. It was a curse of being anywhere in the vicinity of Charles. “Oscar Jack. My mum chose the middle name-” He cut himself off before he could properly start rambling. There was something about Charles that made him want to talk continually, some part of him that hoped that if he never stopped talking Charles would have to stay with him. That if talked, it gave him an excuse to cling to Charles like glue. Max could never escape Charles' orbit - he couldn’t remember how old they’d been when they first met. It was implicit in his memory: wherever Max was, Charles was close by. Charles smiled at him. “He’s very cute, especially with the rabbit.” “Nijntje- the Miffy books, have you read them? He named the rabbit after her.” Charles’ eyes sparkled under the lights. “Yes, I think Arthur had them. I’m not going to try and say the Dutch word.” “Didn't know you gave up that easy,” Max teased. “Only when it comes to Dutch,” Charles retaliated. Max’s face scrunched up as he grinned. “I could say the same about French- though I have to learn it now, so it’s even worse!” “Why?” Charles’ brow furrowed, before clearing. “I could help you!”

(p.s. this is referencing this post, feel free to send me asks about my wips!)

the real issue with this fic - why it's taking me a while to write - is planning out all the races. this is set in a fictional 2024, and i know who is going to win the championship, but that means i need to plan out where everyone places. do i need to take it this seriously? no probably not. but i am. but it's loosely planned out and it's slowly being worked on, because i adore writing it

if you're still reading this i love you! thank you for listening to my insanity <3

#under the cut is me explaining why it's gonna take a while haha #anyway lunah and sinnn i owe you my life thank you for showing me the light (baby/kid oscar)#i can only aspire to reach your writing skills #if the dutch is wrong apologies i'm gonna get someone to check it before i post :)#fanfic #formula 1

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myneverendingemophase · 2 years ago

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Be aware of the swearing! And chaos of thoughts.

IM DYING, PEOPLE, IM FUCKING DYING

I’ve watched the troll 3 trailer aND NOT ONLY I WAS DISAPPOINTED, I WAS FUCKING OUTRAGED. I STILL AM.

The first shit! They decided to say ‘fuck you ;3’ to the first and the second movies in several ways, but what most importantly they decided to do that with Broppy. The main pairing, ok?? Like, hey, it’s a good ship, I like it like I like my Parb, BUT! Dreamworks threw Branch’s and Poppy’s character development out of the window. Either that or they think that Branch can’t say his opinion after partly regaining his colours and after the second movie where it was important for him to speak his mind, and they may think that Poppy is stupid or unable to learn after a WHOLE ASS SECOND MOVIE PLOT ABOUT HER LEARNING TO LISTEN TO OTHERS. And why would Branch and Poppy be afraid to talk to each other?? Don’t start with me about it being some sort of lesson for kids, they had it in world tour, but they just decided to take a shit on it and repeat. That’s terrible. Communication issues are so funny and healthy, yes, hooray, that’s the shit everyone need to see and exactly what kids need to learn, RIGHT, DREAMWORKS??

The second shit! It’s not big, but I haven’t seen any other troll tribes in the trailer. Maybe they conveniently forgot about them like they did with DJ Suki and bergens in the world tour, who knows :)

The third and the most major shit! THEY FUCKING IGNORED BRANCH’S BACKSTORY FROM THE FIRST MOVIE. WHAT THE ACTUAL SHIT WITH THE LOST BROTHER? BROTHERS?? ITS A BOYSBAND OF BROTHERS FUCKS SAKE???? AND WHY IN THE ASSCRACK IS HIS NAME JOHN?? Feels like they didn’t even try to do something good, because why? Kids are stupid, they can eat any shit, why make them something of good quality then?

Maybe that’s just because I’ve only seen the trailer, but even like that it feels just lazy.

There was a big thing about Branch being completely alone after loosing his grandma, they had the plot about Poppy learning to listen to others, they had the plot about Broppy getting together. And what did they do? THEY DECIDED ‘FUCK THAT NOISE, YOU DUMB BRATS, YOU THOUGHT THAT WE WILL MAKE SOMETHING WITH A GOOD PLOT? LMAO YOU ARE STUPID! There! You can have a romantic relationship with shit communication, the classic. Oh, and shitty plot about long lost siblings!’ Blatant disrespect to the fanbase.

I really hope that the movie either will be at least not as bad as I think or will be ignorable enough. Because I believe that kids and adults who like stuff like trolls(and any other media) deserve good quality content. Still gonna love the first two movies(second could have been a bit better, but it has good ideas, so I’m content).

And since I’m finished my rage screeching I can add that you may even like the third movie, it’s your right and it’s ok! But being critical of the stuff that you consume is important too.

#trolls #trolls world tour #broppy #damn this post sure is chaotic #rage screeching hissy fit #dreamworks trolls #trolls band together

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waffledforbreakfast · 2 months ago

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Sibling Matchup w/@archive-of-the-lost

Your sibling shall be.....

NIKO IKKI

I firmly believe he’s very underrated.

I could definitely see Niko as your younger brother, he most definitely picked up a lot of habits from you

“Constant bedhead. I can't tell the difference between my brushed and unbrushed hair cause it's always messy”

Niko definitely inherited this from u LOL

“People have told me that I look unapproachable? It’s the rbf”

He probably does under his bangs too. Dark bags from lack of sleep. He’s actually pretty assumed and happy that u have rbf, it means that when you two go out, he doesn’t have to talk to anyone

“My fashion style tends to rotate between cutesy pastel clothes, alternative, and elegant/cool.”

He lovess rating your outfits. He’s got DTI experience trust.

“I daydream a lot and tend to space out when I’m not talking to someone. I’m a true introvert”

Very Niko. He’s happy you don’t force him out the house often

“I love to talk to certain people and about things I find interesting, like my fixations or a fun hypothetical situation”

Late night discussions (bc neither of you have a healthy sleep schedule) would go hard. I feel like Niko has a lot of thoughts and a lot to say, but it doesn’t come out unless there’s time and comfort.

“I'm also good at reading people (to the point where my brother thinks I can read people's minds)”

At first this was a good thing. He wouldn’t even have to do anything for you to know what he wanted, or how he was feeling. But now, he’s constantly on edge because you’ve gotten a bit too good at it…

“I value my authenticity, creativity and emotional intelligence (I can’t say I’m really empathetic, but I listen to people when they need me to and I try to be there for them)”

Again, Niko probably has a lot to say. And he trusts you well enough to tell you about whatevers going. You don’t need to be empathetic or give advice, as long as you’re listening he’s satisfied

“used to be idealistic as a kid but now I'm more of a realist/pessimist.”

The same thing probably happened to Niko. Although, sometimes he misses his bubbly sister

“Not easily influenced by what's considered the norm (I don't like conformity much) and by extension social media.”

I would actually say Niko is quite the opposite. He’s not easily influenced by people, but “Pleasee buy me the new series! It’s rated 5 stars and everyones talking about it. It’s good i swear.” is a common occurrence. And he picks up all the brainrot, you’ve just gotten used to him using wack vocabulary…

“I was scolded a lot growing up for not being good enough of an eldest sibling”

Niko would hardcore disagree. “Well idk i think ur doing ok :/” Anytime you do get scold, he’s just eyeing your parents awkwardly (bc he never thought anything low of you-)

“Vocoloid, J-pop”

He will try very hard to convince you to go to a Miku concert

“When I say something sarcastic, I say it in a deadpan or neutral tone so my friends usually go "really?" and I'm like "no I was being sarcastic".”

Very Niko. He talks more in sarcasm than anything

"did you know that stingrays have no bones?"

Niko actually remembers all the facts you tell him. Which he thanks you for because he’s won many trivia rounds with them

“I love cat plushies.”

He takes pictures of them.

"I read a lot of fiction growing up so now I'm disappointed by a lot of the books I buy and read because my standards have raised. So I find that the plot is bad/boring."

“No you have to listen, Banana Fish is PEAK. I swear on skibidi”

I don’t see you as someone who requires an exceptionally active/present sibling, and nor is Niko

But once in a while, he’ll get you whatever trinkets he finds in the wild, you’ll get him the volume of manga he’s missing, etc.

He tells you about manyyyy things (except for maybe his hallway crush, but you figured that out on your own)

He’s actually quite the yapper when you give him the chance

Will abuse his younger sibling privileges (“Can we have lasagna for dinner?”)

He thinks you’re supper cool, and will brag to all his friends that “My sister is way better than yours. She makes me lasagna. AND she looks sick.”

Will burst into your room to show you tiktoks bc you refuse to download it “lmao look at dawg.”

Bombards you with tiktok brainrot.

Really just wants your approval. He wants to be cool like you too

Rants to you about the annoying people in his class.

Basically, whatever's going on in his life is your personal source of entertainment ;)

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typewriter83 · 3 months ago

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Yeah I heard about that whole fight on that joellie blog - and honestly I wasn't surprised when I saw that the Joelxreader part of the fandom was involved. Look, I know that your place isn't ghe right place to yuck on someone's yum, But I have to say, mama: I haaaate that part of the fandom. I have a crush on joel (who doesn't?) but I always refused to be part of the fandom and read their fics because of the people in there - I mean, the worst part of the fandom is there (and in ellie's horny part of the fandom too, but that is a story for another day). Like, you can scroll on Joel&ellie (father-kid duo) part of the fandom and those people would still be way more tolerant and fun to talk than these Joel's widows.

I’m gonna direct you to this post, because it’s far better written than my temper will allow. Fandom used to be fun, I’ve been in and out of fandoms since I was 16, interacted with people two, three times my age, people my own age, people from around the world - and I swear to god I’ve never seen so much toxic behavior. I attribute it to social media and armchair commentators - except people are commentating on movies and sports, they’re commentating on people’s lives.

You wanna pick apart a fandom, fine. You wanna hate a ship, fine. But you try to claim the moral high ground because you think your immoral, illegal, deplorable ship/character is less so than another. Illegal is illegal, immoral is immoral - you can’t claim to be higher and mightier than someone when you’re participating in the same activity - and, even if you’re not writing it, by consuming the media, you’re participating. (When I say you, I mean you in general - I’m venting, sorry cub)

The idea that someone’s hard drive should be checked because of the fiction they consume is quite literally mind blowing to me.

I don’t think I’m gonna say much else on this, because it’s making everything less fun. I’ve lost the drive to write this week and that makes me sad. I have one more ask that I’m gonna get to tonight and that will hopefully be the end of this topic

🫶🏻

#mama bear speaks #ask away!#anti harassment #anti censorship #anti bullying #anti bullshit

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yourlocal-goodgirl · 3 months ago

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So I’m a guy, and I know that society treats me differently than it does women, but I have a pretty bad case of depression and body dysmorphia as well. To the point where once I lost all the weight, I then started abusing steroids. The type of steroids that I was using are notorious for exacerbating pre-existing mental health issues. I was the “fat kid” my whole life growing up and even when I was in my absolute best shape, all I saw was a fat fuck when I looked in the mirror.

It takes a massive amount of work to see through the filter that your brain puts over your eyes, but I swear to you that it’s possible. I’m still very picky with what shirts I wear because of how they fit. I still feel guilt about some of the foods I eat. Some days I will refuse to look at myself naked in the mirror. But most days I’m okay.

I’m so sorry that you struggle with social anxiety and seeing yourself in a positive light. But like the others have stated already, there’s definitely someone out there that finds you attractive.

If you’re interested, I’d be happy to come out of anonymous and discuss it more with you and show you pics of when I was struggling. Idk if it will help, but I felt I should at least offer.

thanks for sharing this. it's obvious that women are treated very poorly based on their weight, body shape, appearance, etc. but people don't often take into consideration the effect that media and body shaming have on men as well. men aren't allowed to talk about it either, they aren't allowed to talk about how they feel about their body or how it's impacting their mental health. it's seen as this horrible thing to ever comment on a woman's body, but comments are constantly made about men's bodies to their faces. body dysmorphia, especially muscle dysmorphia, is more common than you'd think in men but literally nobody talks about it. i swear i'm not being a pick-me lol, my degree is in psychology and i've just seen firsthand what BDD looks like in a man and how hard it can be to try to get help for. it sucks. no person, man or woman, should have to feel bad about themselves because of the way others treat them. you're strong and brave and i'm so glad you've gotten to a place where you feel okay most days! i've healed tremendously from my eating disorder after several years of intensive therapy and being put into an outpatient program for a few months. it was something i genuinely never thought i was going to be able to recover from, but i did. so i'm hoping and praying that the same might be able to happen to me someday with my body image issues. i don't have to love my body or feel confident, i just want to accept it and be okay with it. i don't want to feel disgust when i see myself or hate myself because of the way i look when that's such an insignificant part of who i am as a person. i want to get better, i just don't know how when society is so fucking mean to women like me. idk. that was a long rant i apologize.

you're more than welcome to shoot me a dm if you want to talk more about this. it's something i'm pretty open about so yeah, any time.

#ask #my thoughts #tw bdd #tw weight

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akihabara-division03 · 1 year ago

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ARB Birthday Special: Makina Setsukura

~ September 1st ~

“Lost is a lovely place to find yourself.”

“Happy Birthday to myself and everyone else celebrating their birthday today. What a time to be alive, am I right?”

“Part of me is excited to eventually become an adult with all the adulty perks. But at the same time, I don’t feel like I’m ready to grow up… so while I still can, I just wanna feel like I’m alive with the people I care about the most.”

Voice Lines

“Hellooo. A whole fucking year’s passed, isn’t that wild? It really just zoomed on by. I’ll say it again and again, but it’s shocking how much time’s passed. Like, slow down… please? I want time to just slow down.”

“I think my viewers left presents and fan mail in my P.O. Box. I planned for a big birthday stream for the majority of the day, just to spend some fun time with chat and thank them for the gifts. We’ll look through all the cute fanart on social media, play some games together, and I’ll have a couple of collabs with some streamer friends, too. Aaaaand I’ve got some fun surprises for chat, too.”

“Oh, Anika… thank you… Yeah, we couldn’t celebrate last year… ‘cuz of… Right… different… What the… stop sounding so cheesy… Urgh, today’s not the day for me to cry, dammit, I have makeup on…”

“You got me a present? Can I see it now? Isn’t this one of those ccomo mini fridges? It’s the brown bear fridge… I mean it’s really cute… and it’s got a lot of storage space… It’ll be good when I stream so I don’t have to leave my room to get snacks… What the fuck, why was that so backhanded… Ah shut up… and thanks…”

“Oh hey, Shian… thanks. Oh… was that two years ago? Oh yeah, it was… It felt like yesterday but it also felt like so long ago. I can’t thank you enough… really… Ah, shit, I didn’t want you to hear that… Ugh… thanks…”

“A pink…handheld carousel…? With pink bunnies? It’s a projector? How… Oh, ok, I see how it works now. That’s cool. And it’s really cute. A gift for kids? … I can’t even be mad about that…”

Anika Lines

“Hey, Happy Birthday, kiddo! This is my first celebrating your birthday with you. Right… But this year is different! There’s nothing I wish more than for you to live your life to the fullest. I’ll make sure of it. Haha! Oh no! We don’t want you to cry all that mascara off haha!”

“While we’re still here, you gotta open your present. Yeah! Go ahead! Exactly! This way, you can keep it and your snacks, strawberry milk, other energy drinks in your room and you don’t have to leave your snack rubbish in the kitchen and you can at least keep the mess within your own room! Really, looking at you hugging that thing, it’s almost half your height. That’s so cute! Oh, but still please throw away your rubbish, even if you do keep them within the confines of your room.”

Shian Lines

“Yo, Makina. It’s your birthday today, isn’t it? Damn, where has all the time gone? I swear it felt like yesterday when I first met you, but that was just barely two years ago. I heard that. No need to thank me. It was two years ago and it was the right thing to do. You deserve a good life.”

“Enjoy your present. It’s a device that projects moons and stars on your ceiling, walls, pretty much anything. It also works as a music box. It’s supposed to be a gift for kids, but I think it’ll look cute in your room and it’ll be fun to show your viewers.”

#hypnosis mic #hypnosis mic oc #hypmic #hypmic oc #hypnosis mic arb #hypmic arb #akihabara division #pixel syndicate #makina setsukura #anika kiyozaki #shian meizono #birthday 2023 #makina birthday 2023

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The Wrath Of Beomgyu - Part 1/4

Masterlist

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It has been many weeks, since the incident has happened when Taehyun accidentally crossed path with Beomgyu.

Taehyun felt bad, he decided to replace the stuff he broke. In fact even better as his peace offering hoping Beomgyu can lessen the impact. Of course Beomgyu accept I happily but it is not enough for him.

He is determined to ruin Taehyun life. He happened to hear Taehyun is looking to apply to his dream company, happened to be owned by Jay. He knew getting publicity on Taehyun can ruin his chance. He decided to wait, until Taehyun is on last stage of waiting and this is where he strikes.

The smart Beomgyu, tried to act the victim in front of his family. To get himself out of trouble, however Soobin doesn’t buy it along with Kai.

Will Taehyun Career Be Saved?

Taehyun and Kai Private Chat

Today 18:00

Taehyun🐯: Is Beomgyu not outside?

Heuningkai🐧: I don’t think so, he been sitting in his room

Taehyun🐯: He hasn’t done anything, and it has been nearly a month. This is scary

Heuningkai🐧: Maybe, he forgot…he can be airhead sometimes

Taehyun🐯: BEOMGYU DOESN’T FORGET THESE STUFF

Heuningkai🐧: Whatever, I am back to playing games. Also Eomma is in the kitchen, if beomgyu did something. Eomma will see!

Taehyun🐯: Okay Okay! This is scarier when I got caught

The next day…

It was about 10:00 in the morning, he got a phone call from his senior San.

San: Taehyun! Taehyun! How could you do this to your brother!!

Taehyun half asleep: What…? What do you mean?

San: You haven’t seen, what’s on social media. You are trending for abusing your brother!!

San: You even worse then Wooyoung! That is saying something!

Whilst San was busy talking, Taehyun opened his social media and saw that Beomgyu made a post. Saying he broke his prized possession out of jealousy and as well some special effect makeup, to make it look like he was hurt. After Taehyun saw the post, he knew it was too good to be true, that Beomgyu was this quiet.

Taehyun: THAT BEOMGYU!!! HOW DARE HE PAINT ME AS THE VILLIAN!!

San: Wait…? What..?

Taehyun: San, I call you later! I need have word with Beomgyu

The angry Taehyun texted the family chat.

TXT Family Chat

Taehyun🐯: BEOMGYU YOU GONE TOO FAR!!

Heuningkai🐧: This is one of the most twisted lies ever. It’s beomgyu who bully us not Taehyun!

Soobin🍞: Kids, what is going on? My colleague was saying. You are trending now for abusing your brother?

Taehyun🐯: Eomma, please come home!! It wasn’t me, I swear my job application, to that company!!

Yeonjun😎: Yes please come home! I miss- er I mean please save our son career. As well I wake the brat up

Soobin🍞: I’m on my way! Not only your career Taehyun but mine too!!

10mins later…

Yeonjun😎: This brat, he won’t even open the door

Heuningkai🐧: Taehyun is literally in shock. He hasn’t moved from my bed

Beomgyu🐻: *sniffs*

Yeonjun😎: Beomgyu?

Beomgyu🐻: It’s all true, Taehyun has been secretly bullying me when you two are not at home!

Beomgyu🐻: I even got it on video

Beomgyu shows the video the family

Heuningkai🐧: This never happened…

Yeonjun😎: Oh my goodness, I knew having one good son is too good to be true

Beomgyu🐻: He even blackmailed Kai to keep quiet

Heuningkai🐧: What..? That never happened

Beomgyu🐻: I don’t want to post this, but it has gone too far. The trauma it cause me

Taehyun🐯: YOU STOP LYING!!

Yeonjun😎: You, stay quiet! Don’t cause any pain to your big brother

Taehyun🐯: I REPAYED THE BROKEN GUITAR AND THAT DESINGER STUFF

Taehyun🐯: Nothing was lost!!

Beomgyu🐻: You did out of jealousy, cause I am older then you *sniffs*

Yeonjun😎: Come here my son, let Appa give you hug. I’m sorry for ever adopting another kid, you have your Eomma to blame

Beomgyu🐻: *sniffs* *sniffs*

Taehyun🐯: B-but it wasn’t me…

Back at TXT Kids Chat

Taehyun🐯: Take down the post beomgyu!!

Heuningkai🐧: Yeah take it down, this is too far

30 mins later…

Beomgyu🐻: How about no? You ruined something precious to me. I will take something precious from you

Taehyun🐯: You ruined my life, everybody hates me

Beomgyu🐻: Maybe you should have thought twice, for ever crossing me

Taehyun🐯: What I did is minor!! Take it down!!

Taehyun🐯: I beg of you!!

Beomgyu🐻: Hmmmm, I like the attention that Appa is giving to me. I will take it down, you get to do whatever I say forever!

Taehyun🐯: That so unreasonable! I never do that

Beomgyu🐻: Bye Bye job then, now excuse me. I’m gonna go shopping with Appa

Heuningkai🐧: Why did we ever agree, to get adopted to this family. And have an evil brother

Taehyun🐯: We have to found dirt on Beomgyu

1 hour later…

Soobin came back home, he got text from Yeonjun. That he is taking Beomgyu for his therapy shopping. Soobin decided to visit Taehyun to see if he is okay.

Soobin knocks on Taehyun door. The door opened with a sad looking Taehyun and Kai sitting on the chair comforting his brother.

Soobin: Did you really do all these stuff?

Taehyun: Eomma no! I don’t know how he managed to make that video but it wasn’t me!

Soobin: Okay, Eooma believes you! You are good kid, plus I am not blind to Beomgyu behaviour towards you two. Just Yeonjun is blinded by his cuteness, and he called me the clueless one

Taehyun: Really? You believe me?

Soobin: After Kai got framed for bullying someone called Sunoo. I don’t believe anything that the internet says

Heuningkai: We got Eomma on our side!

Soobin: There is a way, to end this mess. I heard from Seonghwa someone goes by the name YangYang has all the dirt on your brother. They have beef with each other for a long time

Heuningkai: I don’t think this YangYang person will help us. He even commented on Beomgyu post saying, he is disappointed

Taehyun: My life is really over…

There was a moment of silence, until a brilliant idea pops in Kai head.

Heuningkai: Why don’t we say Taheyun went missing, due to the fact he was so devastated. He ran away from the family

Taehyun: We are giving what Beomgyu wants! He wants to get rid of us!!

Soobin: I think more like he wants to bully you all…

Heuningkai: But we got Eomma on our side, he can so upset that he can threatened to divorce Appa. I know how much he hates seeing these two fighting

Taehyun: Wait that’s actually a genius idea!

Soobin: I don’t know, I don’t like pretending to mad with your appa…

Soobin: But I will do it anyways, could be nice little prank ha ha

Soobin: Taehyun stay with Jaemin family. I trust them, they know you aren’t bad!!

Taehyun: How can you be sure…?

Soobin: Cause, I was talking with him a mins ago. He said that post is stupid

Soobin: Let’s start Taehyun disappearing act shall we?

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"Wait, so they sent three of you for ah five year old? Seems a bit like overkill, dude, not gonna lie."

"Kid, I will ask you one last time. This doesn't concern you. Get. Outta. Here."

"Well, too frickin bad. If you wanna get to Morgan, You'll have to go through me."

Tony and Pepper are out of the country for a fundraiser, leaving Peter to babysitting duty. But the night goes very south very quick as three thugs with the motive to kidnap Morgan enters the mix.

Activate: Protective Brother Peter

Whumptober '23: Day 28 - Bloody Knife | Sacrifice | "You'll have to go through me

Chapter 1:

“Those are the only choices you have.”

“But what about-?”

“No,” Peter held up a finger, squinting his eyes threateningly, “You either pick The Lorax or Megamind or, I swear, I will not hesitate to play another Star Wars film.”

“But Petey!” Morgan whined, bouncing on the couch, “Both of them are so old.”

Peter gasped, beyond offended, “I’ll have you know, missy, I grew up with those.”

“Yes, Peter,” she rolled her eyes dramatically, assembling her Frozen Lego set, “That is because you’re old.”

He scoffed, “...Remind me to apologise to Mr. Stark. This hurts. And speaking of things that can hurt; isn’t this practically a safety hazard?” he poked the Lego castle, “This is very sharp and could probably seriously maim someone.”

“Dad can seriously maim someone.”

Peter agreed with a laugh.

“When will Mom and Dad be back?” Morgan asked, cozying against his side.

He wrapped an arm around her, patting her head, “They said not to wait up. So, a few more hours at least.”

Mr Stark and Pepper had gone to New York for a fundraiser helping all the people who lost their livelihood due to the snap, leaving Peter to babysitting duties. He didn’t mind it. He loved Morgan. Her sharp humour (even for a five-year-old) kept him on his toes. He shared her stories from before she was born and in exchange she told him stories from the years he was - ah - MIA, to put it lightly.

He wondered himself when Mr. Stark would be back, and checked his wrist to see the time only for his eyes to widen, “Oh shi-” Morgan looked at him with a look that was just pure Tony.

“...sheeps. Time to… count sheep! In bed! Time for bed! Sleep!” he said jerkingly, getting up, shutting off the TV, and gathering Morgan in his arms.

“But I’m not sleepy,” Morgan said, letting out the cutest ever yawn oh my god.

Peter smiled, “Of course you aren’t.”

In less than ten minutes, he had gotten Morgan to brush her teeth, change into Iron Man pyjamas –with Spider-Man socks!-- and tucked her in her bed. He freshened up too and was scrolling mindlessly through his social media after chatting with May when he felt it.

His spider-sense.

He paused, holding his screen to pause the video of a rabbit nibbling on a strawberry.

Nothing.

Peter had learned by now to never doubt his tingle, so he put his phone on the bedside table –a decision he’d come to berate himself over later– and made his way down the staircase.

He held his hand onto the handle of the door leading into the main hall, steadying his breathing. He opened the door and-!

No one.

Huh.

He swallowed and found his throat dry. He made his way to the kitchen, ducking to reach the lower cabinets for a glass.

Maybe his senses were just warning him against dehydration.

The lights turned on.

…that’s probably just Morgan who woke up and followed-

“Get out from under there. Hands in the air. No funny business.”

Okay… maybe his senses were not just warning him against dehydration.

Peter slowly straightened up, hand clutched around the glass, and frowned at the sudden onslaught of lights.

“Seriously? Are you trying to get caught? Who turns on the lights in the house they are trying to rob!”

At least, he hoped they were just robbers. There were three guys –all in black attire, complete with ski masks– all of them tall, with knives in their belts. The guy on the left looked the strongest with muscles bulging out of his arms, whereas the other two seemed more on the leaner side.

“Look,” said the middle guy, “You don’t have to get hurt. We are just here for Stark’s kid. Get outta the way.”

Peter’s head vibrated with an inner ‘Activate: Protective Brother’ as he tried to stall them to formulate a plan.

“Wait,” Peter shook his head, “So they sent three of you for ah five year old? Seems a bit overkill dude, not gonna lie”

“Kid-” the middle guy spoke again, the other two as still as rocks. Was he like the spokesperson of the group? “I will ask you one last time. This doesn’t concern you. Get. Outta. Here.”

“Well, too frickin bad. If you wanna get to Morgan,” his hands clenched around the glass.

This glass empty.

“You’ll have to go through me.”

Yeet.

He threw the glass straight at the thug nearest to the stairs, both –the dude and the glass– shattering on impact, leaving the spokesperson and the strong dude to be dealt with.

“You’re gonna regret that, punk,” the kidnapper spokesperson moved in front of him as the other guy moved behind him, essentially trapping Peter between the two thugs and the countertop.

“You know, I regret like ninety-five percent of my decisions, so it’s really not that bold of a statement.”

Using his banter as a distraction, Peter rolled over the countertop and before the spokesperson could turn around, rammed his shoulder between his shoulder blades, sending him flying into the bulky guy.

The bulky guy rolled the other thug off of him and came at Peter with his knife raised high. Peter looked around and ended up using a rolling pin to defend himself. He punched the assailant in the ribs, before throwing the rolling pin on his masked head. He was about to follow it up with a kick when-

Spider-sense.

He ducked.

And not a second too late, if the knife embedded in the wall by his head was anything to go by. The Spokesperson looked almost offended that Peter had dared avoid getting shish kebab-ed by his knife.

Peter was about to show some real offence to his face when he was tackled by the muscle of the group. The guy manhandled him into standing in front of the spokesman, pinning his arms behind him. The spokesperson took advantage of his bound arms and punched him square in the jaw, his body stumbling further into the guy behind him. Blood gushed in Peter’s mouth as the spokesperson continued raining down punches on his face.

Peter’s vision started blurring around the edges and knew that he had to think of something; and fast. Thrashing around was useless –only tiring him further– and unless he wanted to reveal his identity to these creeps (he didn’t) he couldn’t Spidey his way out of this one.

So he did the only smart thing he could think of.

He bit the arm holding him.

Hard.

The bulky guy howled in pain and released him. Peter gave him a hard kick in the nuts for good measure before whirling around and throwing a punch at the spokesman’s abdomen, the impact sending him skidding across the floor till he hit his head on the window.

He wasn’t getting up anytime soon.

“Peter?” Morgan stood at the doorway, her Black Widow plushie grasped tightly in her arms.

“Oh… hey Mo!” he smiles awkwardly, waving a bloodied hand. Oh, he must look horrible, blood covering his face, staining his teeth, trying not to collapse on the floor.

Trying to be as non ‘character in a horror movie’ as possible he spoke in a calming, yet hurried voice. “Mo, I have a mission for you: I want you to go to your bedroom, lock the door, call Mr. Stark, and not come out until he asks you, can I trust you with that?

“Yes, but about you- Watch out!”

A sudden weight on his back sent him sprawling across the floor.

“Morgan! Lock the doors!”

He listened to her hurrying up the stairs and sighed internally. Fingers grabbed at his hair and sent his face pounding into the floor. Repeatedly. Each thud resonated painfully in his skull. Peter gritted his teeth against the pain, placed his palms on the floor, and jerked his head back with everything he’s got.

The weight disappeared off his back and in a split second Peter got up, crouching low to the floor, and before the muscle-man had time to recover, tackled him around his shins, using his bulky build against him as he dropped to the floor like a bag of bricks.

Bag of Bricks, however, had more fight in him than Peter gave him credit for. He sat up, grabbed the back of Peter’s sweater, and hurled him across the room.

Peter’s body collided painfully with the sofa’s edge, sending him rolling across the sofa and onto the ground, all the air being knocked out of him, leaving him winded and dizzy.

Footsteps walked in his line of vision and Peter couldn’t do anything but cry out as a foot reared back and kicked him in the ribs.

“Punk,” The guy scoffed and Peter saw with bleary eyes as he made his way towards the stairs.

Peter scrambled to get up, looking around desperately for something. That’s when his eyes fell on his weapon of choice. He grabbed it and with a final burst of strength ran towards the assailant and just as he turned-

BAM!

Peter slammed Elsa’s Lego Castle across the bulky guy’s temple, efficiently knocking him out for good.

He stood for a few seconds, reeling with the aftershock, panting with exhaustion, sweat dripping into his eyes.

“Yep,” he bounced the Lego set in his hand, “Could definitely maim someone.”

He winced and looked around at the destroyed living room. He hoped Pepper wouldn’t be too mad. He heard the distant hum of thrusters and knew Mr. Stark was near. He’d know what to do. Mr. Stark always does.

Peter blamed his momentary sense of relief as to why he didn’t notice the first guy getting up.

Glass guy grabbed him by the shoulder, turned him and pushed a knife to the hilt into Peter's side. A broken gasp lodged itself in his throat which turned into a hoarse cry as the guy ripped the knife out, slowly. Peter felt each jagged cut of the knife tearing through his insides as it was pulled out and felt his eyes closing against the pain.

When he opened his eyes, it was to find himself leaning against the countertop, legs spread in front of him and head lolling onto his shoulder, the assailant screaming crazily something which Peter was too far gone to comprehend. A steady nothing had taken over Peter’s hearing; only the sound of blood dripping onto the floor audible to him.

He knew he should do something. Put pressure on the wound, stop the blood from flowing, shut the stupid yelling, but he was just so tired. Fatigue had settled heavily on his bones and made home. His eyes threatened to roll back into his skull.

A great stream of light blasted across his vision, his eyes squinting against it and when he opened them he was seeing red and gold.

Red and gold meant safe.

Red and gold meant he was okay.

“Peter! Kid! Stay with me, please. Come on, don’t do this. Talk to me!”

Mr. Stark had gotten out of his suit, his cream Armani suit –which probably cost more than Peter’s existence– was stained a rusty shade of red as he pressed his hands to Peter’s sides.

Peter knew he should feel pain. But he felt absolutely nothing.

He gathered his strength and choked out, “M-Morgan-”

“Rhodey’s got her. That’s it, kid. Keep talking to me.”

He shivered, “S’ C-Cold.”

Mr. Stark’s face crumbled painfully as tears flowed freely from his eyes, “We’ll get you warmed up soon. Okay? You hear me. Just- just, hold on. Please.”

“I’m – I’ll be okay. I’m safe.” he coughed, and felt blood dripping down his lips, “As long as you’re here, I am okay.”

Mr. Stark smiled.

And he thinks he smiled too.

Before passing out in Mr. Stark’s arms.

#whumptober2023 #peter parker #morgan stark #tony stark #peter parker whump #fanfic #whumptober day 28

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