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itsjustaninchident · 2 years ago

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✼ Drunk Under the Rain

Mick Schumacher x Fem!reader

Summary: A very drunk y/n and a very worried and amused Mick

Warning/s: None

Author's Notes: Would love to hear what you think of it <3

It was late at night and everybody's asleep, snores from Angie can be heard around the room and faint lightning storms present. Mick sprawled on the bed, a kind of emptiness enveloping the mattress he's no longer used to for the past months. Coldness is ever present in the room added by the slight rain from outside.

A ringtone can be heard from the room jolting Mick to wake up, his senses on alert as his significant other is still not present by his side. He immediately picked up the phone not caring who called him late in the evening.

"Mick?" A voice that belonged to one of y/n's friends rang in his ears.

"Yep?" He answered groggily, anticipating what the sudden call was about. He can hear quiet muffles from familiar voices but what caught his ears to perk up is your whiny voice causing a smile to tear on his face.

"Well, y/n's really drunk right now and she wouldn't come with us to go home. She kept on calling for you and wanting you to pick her up." He couldn't be more glad to pick you up missing you already as if you were gone for days. You would definitely tease him for that if you find out.

"Okay, I'll just go grab my keys." He said not to waste any time picking you up. But before he could put the call down, "Is that Mick? Micky~ Baby, help they're trying to kidn-" Your friend saving you from embarrassment decided to end the call.

He chuckled to himself quite questioning if he can handle a drunk you.

He drove to the club you and your friends partied at. As soon as he parks his car he can see you on the pavement of the parking lot, sitting and barely keeping your eyes open as you often fall asleep and jolting when your head abruptly bobs down.

He went to you, your friends scattered around the vicinity and muttering a quick goodbye when they saw him approaching you, already leaving with their own partners or an uber they hailed. He thanked them all but still focused on your figure slumped off the pavement. He sighed, you're wasted yet still stunningly sporting it. How unfair, he thought.

He gently touched your shoulders trying to slightly shake you still entranced because of the alcohol. You must've enjoyed it a lot given that you never get this wasted in a party before. Nonetheless, he's happy you're letting loose as he knows some days were very stressful for you.

"Stop touching me. I told you, I won't go with you. I'm waiting for my boyfriend." You told off the 'stranger' he chuckled at how feisty you sounded.

"If he sees you touching me, he'll get mad. Plus, you won't stand a chance. He's literally massive." Not able to keep his chuckle anymore from spilling from his mouth, he laughed loudly at that. No way you just called him 'massive'.

"Liebling, it's me." He said and with that with all little consciousness in you, you stood up almost falling down if it weren't for Mick's fast reflex by holding your waist you would've face planted on the pavement. He chuckled at that, he can't keep count of how many times he's found this situation amusing.

"Micky! I missed you! Are you taking me home? Some people were trying to take me home but I told them no. They're bad they kept on pulling me." You told him off as if you're a child being told no. You were an explaining mess trying to get your point across almost slurring the word coming out of you. Pouting the whole time, Mick can't help himself but peck you on the lips causing you to back down and cover your lips, eyes bulging from shock.

"Oh my god!" You muttered, causing Mick to grow worried because of your reaction. Did he do something wrong?

"I told you, I have a boyfriend!" You were tired of telling people that, why can't they just leave you alone? And now a stranger kissed you! "Schatz, I am your boyfriend." Mick can't believe what's happening right now, he's so amused yet so intrigued by you. A while ago you were a mess explaining everything to him and now he's a stranger. He would definitely have a field day tomorrow telling the story to a hungover you.

"Well, if you're really my boyfriend then prove it to me. What's my favorite color?"

"Purple."

"Well, purple is a popular color."

"What's the name of your dog?"

"Angie"

"What's my favorite F1 Team?"

"Ferrari"

"What's, my fav- Wait. How'd you know my favorite team?!" You were freaking out, partly because you never told anyone that and you didn't want to hurt Mick's feelings as he drives for another team.

"Everybody is a Ferrari fan, love." Mick said, quoting a familiar statement from his great friend.

"Okay, fair enough. Fine, I am convinced you're my boyfriend. But! If you try to do something funny I'll let you know I know self defense and I will not hold back on you even if you have the prettiest blue eyes and the cutest smile." You said earning another chuckle from Mick.

"Fine." He held up his arms as if he's surrendering.

He was holding your waist and guiding you to the place where he parked his car when suddenly big droplets of rain came pouring down. As if on cue, you started jumping in the air and holding his arms swaying it up as you seem to enjoy the pour of the rain. The drunk version of you is really something. He can't help but shake his head and admire your carefree state.

Right then and there he already knew, he's never gonna let you go. As the street lights glow off your face, the water from the rain drenching you, and the moves you make while jumping in the rain he's realized that he's deeply and madly in love with you. He hates the rain moreso being drenched in it but when he sees you having fun he can't help himself but put rain as one of his favorite things now that it reminds him of you.

He kissed you, completely taken aback by his action. You were stiff in the first moment but as the kiss deepens you relaxed through it and kissed him back and entangled your arms on his neck, not wanting to let go of this moment.

Both of you arrived in your shared apartment drenched in rain water, you're a little more sober than before but still drunk to not be able to remove your shoes upon entering the apartment. You were so tired that the moment you saw the couch you immediately plopped yourself on it not caring if you will wet it.

Mick sighed to himself, still finding you adorable nonetheless. He removed your heels and slightly massaged it, noticing the faint red marks on your feet. He then went to the bathroom to go get some towels, you're only wearing a tube dress but due to your drunken state you're not even shivering at all. He tried tapping your cheek, whispering softly for you to wake up but to no avail he didn't get any response so he tried to sit you up and slowly dry you with the towel he was holding.

You murmured something inaudible for him. Yet the last part managed to make it to him "I love you, Mick." He smiled contagiously, he's sure the smile will last him a lifetime. "I love you too, Liebling."

He then proceeded to his room to get you his sweatshirt and sweatpants. He removed your dress and your accessories and then dried you before putting you in his sweatshirt, he knew how much you love wearing his clothes even if you don’t admit it plus he loves seeing you in his clothes as well, a win-win situation.

He then carried you to your shared room, slowly putting you down on your side of the bed.

Opening the bathroom, he grabbed for your cotton pads and your makeup remover. He's always observing you doing this every time you both go out and you have makeup on.

Slowly he wiped off the makeup residue on your face. "That feels cold." You slurred in your sleep, he chuckled slightly.

When he finished with your makeup he went downstairs and got you a glass of water and an aspirin for tomorrow as he knows you will be getting a very bad hangover. He put it on the bedside table and turned off the lamp.

Settling next to you he hugged your waist and as if on cue, you leaned onto him memorizing the move even in your not so normal state. Perfectly fitting into each other as if you're molded together. "Still clingy when drunk?" He laughed to himself as he slept with the brightest smile waiting for another day with you

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jupiter---daydreams · 6 months ago

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thanks to @agirlandherquill for the tag!!

rules: for every letter of the alphabet, compose a sentence/short paragraph beginning with that letter

(im technically cheating since I'm using sentences from my wip and not making them for this challenge)

A: “And you remember the kind of impression we're going for?” Mr. Fyre speaks up again, looming over my shoulder to speak into my ear.

B: Being in a car–especially now that it's moving–sets off every nerve in my body.

C: Caleb takes it and his eyes start to flick from the photo to me to the photo to me. We’ve done this before and I know that he’s trying to see if I look like either of them. To see if there’s still a connection.

D: Despite those thoughts, feelings, and impending panic attack, I force a smile–not that they can see with my mask on, but you can sort of hear it in my voice–before I reply.

E: Exorcist stands the second that he stops talking. “No thanks. We’ll take whatever you have back to our base–Verse, you’re welcome to join us–and we’ll get out of here.”

F: Finally, he says, “Can the story be about Mom and Dad?”

G: “Glad to be here, sir. I’ve always been a fan,” I say, not a single truthful word present in that sentence.

H: Hopefully that’ll get Mr. Fyre off my back later, but knowing him, he’ll find something else to pick at me for.

I: I lay down on my own bed, too big and too empty, with a muted sob.

J: Judging from the way Exorcist clings to Emote’s side and even Null’s face is pulled into a tight frown, they certainly feel it, too.

“Kid?”

He knows. How does he know!? I’ve only known him for, what, a few hours? Am I that easy to read? Oh god, when Mr. Fyre and Ms. Monsley find out they’re going to kill me.

L: Like he doesn’t understand what training means. Then, I have the strange thought that maybe their version of training is different than Ms. Monsley’s.

My eyebrows shoot up. That was…childish.

A shocked, startled laugh comes out of Null. Apparently, I had said that aloud.

N: Nulls raises his hand, only speaking once Mr. Merced gives him an affirmative nod. “That’s not a lot of time to prepare. Why so sudden?” He asks. It's startling how serious he sounds. All joking, laid backness is gone from his voice. This is Null.

O: Of course. They–a Hero that has good cause to get revenge, a Hero that can sense emotions, and Null, too, I guess–are the ones I’m meant to be working with. Is it even possible for me to have worse luck?

P: Patrick lets the audience laugh for a moment, then he says, “Now, Verse, I can't speak for the audience, but I will when I say we've all been wanting to know one question. What is your powerset?”

Q: Right, the mission. I nod, silently returning to my area. I can practically feel the stares of the others on my back, and a quick glance back confirms it. Exorcist isn’t even trying to hide that she’s staring.

R: Right. The DNA sample that I definitely knew about and am totally not just finding out about right now. By the way, let's give a big round of applause to Ms. Monsley and Mr. Fyre for always keeping me in the loop.

She. Can. Sense. Emotions.

Get your spiraling under control.

That leaves Exorcist without anything else to say, and she huffs, crossing her arms and turning away.

Emote's eyes flicker to me and I mentally prepare myself for a lecture, but Null lets out a snort of laughter–at my expense, no doubt–and Emote swivels her head to face him instead.

U: “Uh, Emote, Exorcist?” I call out as they start to leave the table we had gathered around. They turn, expectantly. “I was wondering if I could, uh, grab your powers now?”

V: “Verse, I really don't think you respect me. And that bothers me, because I am someone who deserves to be respected. So, watch your tone,” he pauses then and I can't bring myself to look him in the eyes.

W: A thought strikes me suddenly: how would any other child react? Would they throw a tantrum? Would they cry? Would they forgive me like Caleb?

X: For good measure–extra humiliation–she puts the sharp point to my throat. It digs in with a small prick of pain, letting out a bead of blood.

Y: “You’ve been contacted by ASPI. They want you to be involved with a mission. There weren’t many details, just a time and place for a briefing meeting, and a list of the other Heroes you’ll be working with.”

Z: I’ve been threatened by enough scary women to make me ready to back off–explanation be damned– but Emote stops me before I can even start to apologize.

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ao3-rex1223 · 4 months ago

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Chapter 7: Conviction

Twelfth Floor Intern Masterlist

Pairing: Miles Edgeworth x fem!reader

Summary: You and Miles secure a guilty verdict for the first time together and get a few moments to learn more about each other. You vow to be better about staying professional at work, but that's easier said than done.

Tags: Power Imbalance, Mentor/Intern, Miles wants you so bad but he's ethical AF now, No use of y/n, depictions of violence, Discussion of Rape, description of murder victims, adult murder victims, child murder victims, Eventual Smut, Happy Ending, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Creampies, Loss of Virginity, Miles is the king of prosecutors but also the king of consent, Fluff and Smut, Romance, Blow Jobs, Nightmare about sexual assault, cross posted on AO3

"There are two possible explanations here," Nora begins, "either you're cheating on your secret boyfriend with Miles Edgeworth, which would be so unlike you I hesitate to even include it in my theory, or he is your secret boyfriend." She narrows her eyes and stares directly at you. "I'm going to go with the latter because given the overachiever that you are, of course that's who you'd go for."

You drop your head and nod.

"So, it was him the whole time!" Nora declares. "Miles Edgeworth is your secret boyfriend!"

"Can you lower your voice!?" You beg. You walk over to her bed and sit next to her.

Nora smirks at you, but obliges and speaks quietly, yet still emphatically. "I can't believe it! Miles Edgeworth punched your V-card!" She gushes, nudging your shoulder.

You grab her hands and hold them together right under your chin. "You can't tell anyone! Please, Nora! It would ruin everything!" You plead.

"Oh, of course I won't. I'm just impressed, is all. You really swing for the fence, don't you?" Nora teases.

You sigh with relief and shrug, releasing her hands.

"How the fuck did that happen?!" Nora asks.

A guilty sigh escapes your lips. "It just kind of happened. I mean we spend almost every minute of every day together and, well, we just sort of...clicked," you explain, not wanting to share every detail.

"So, were you not actually as busy as you said you were today?" Nora asks.

"No, we were definitely swamped," you answer.

"When did you have time to get a hickey on your neck?" Nora questions.

"Well, I guess there was a little bit of down time," you admit through gritted teeth, wincing. "...in his office."

"You..." Nora stops and covers her mouth with her hand once she realizes what you're implying, eyes glaring wide open at you, her gasp still audible behind her hand. You nod in confirmation. "You had sex with the chief prosecutor in his office!?" Nora concludes in complete disbelief, hands flying to her cheeks.

You squeeze your eyes shut and confess, holding up two fingers, "twice."

"Oh my God!" Nora exclaims and falls back onto her bed.

You drop your head into your hands, mortified and whimper.

Nora pulls herself back up and draws you into a hug. "I love you so much more now!" She exclaims.

You roll your eyes. "Thanks, Nora. I'm so glad I have your approval," you reply, sarcastically.

"I'm never going to look at him the same way again," Nora says. She pauses for a moment, lost in thought. She looks at you, seriously. "Have…you told your dad, yet?"

You bite your lip, feeling guilty your parents are still in the dark even about your mentorship with Miles. "...no," you confess.

"You're going to have to tell him and your mom sooner or later. Do they even know you're working with him?"

You shake your head, more guilt spreading across your face. "You know how my dad is. As soon as I talk a little too much about Miles, Dad is going to figure out what's going on. He can't turn off the detective in him," you explain, justifying your withholding of the truth from your parents.

"Well, he's going to find out eventually. Especially, if you don't move home after law school like he's expecting," Nora reminds you of your parents' ongoing hope that you'll move back to Colorado Springs once you've graduated. Your dad even told you at the start of the summer that he'd talk to the chief prosecutor there, who's a friend of his, to secure a job for you. The chief prosecutor back home is a very talented attorney; you've known him since you were a kid. You might even end up chief prosecutor there, yourself, after working under him for a time.

But no one could replace Miles. Part of what makes this internship so exciting, besides the obvious, is his passion for the practice. His dedication is unwavering and it pushes you to be better yourself and strive for perfection. You've never met anyone else like that. You highly suspect that when your father does find out about everything going on between you two, he'll greatly disapprove, but it won't be for a legitimate reason such as any kind of deficit in Miles' ability to care for you, provide for you, or make you happy; all of which he does, marvelously. Your father simply never found anyone worthy of his precious daughter. NPR is more lively than your dating life was back home.

"Yeah, I know. I just…don't want to deal with Dad telling me Miles isn't good enough. I know he'll find some reason to say it," you lament.

"How could he?" Nora asks. "Who could be better than Miles Edgeworth?"

"I don't know, Nora. Dad's just unreasonably picky," you explain.

"Do you plan to stay with Miles or not?" Nora asks.

"Yes," you answer without hesitation. You can hardly picture your life without him anymore. When you think of returning to school, graduating, getting your first job, you think of Miles being right there with you. He's turned your life upside down since you met him. Everything has happened so fast and yet, it all feels like it's gone exactly how it's supposed to…

"You might want to consider at least telling him you're working with Miles," Nora advises.

"Yeah, I will. Just let me deal with one headache at a time. I have to be in court tomorrow and Miles is going to expect me to participate during the trial," you reply and stand up to walk over to your bed and crawl in under the sheets.

Nora closes her laptop and turns off the lights. "So, he's still going to be your mentor? Even though you're sleeping with him?"

You groan. "Yes, why?"

"Just clarifying," she replies.

"I can hear you smirking at me!" You scold.

"I hope so 'cause I'm smirking pretty loud," Nora snaps back sarcastically.

"Goodnight, Nora!" You roll over in your bed.

You drift off quickly but wake early. Unable to return to sleep, you opt to leave and get a head start on the day instead of wasting time tossing and turning in bed. You decide to park yourself in the library and squeeze in a bit of bar exam prep before you and Miles need to leave for court. It's barely past six AM and you're sitting down in one of the library chairs, cracking the bar exam textbook you've found. You're wearing a gray, fitted business dress and a pretty, silk scarf with Van Gogh's Starry Night printed on it…to cover the hickey on your neck. You're pretty sure Nora would have laughed at you as you tied it on if she had been awake.

You realize, as you sit in the office library, you finally have a quiet moment to yourself. Between your internship and your growing relationship with Miles, you haven't had any time to sit and organize your thoughts. It feels as though you've been running since the start of the summer and all the dust that's been kicked up hasn't been able to settle. Granted, you can now look behind you and see the distance you've gone; the progress you've made. Still, to be able to take a moment to compartmentalize your thoughts and feelings is a welcome thing.

You close your eyes, listening to the ambient hum of the office building and the soft chirps of the birds just waking up outside. The librarian is the only other one here and she's behind the circulation desk, presumably getting ready for her day. You continue reading through the book, writing down a few notes in a notebook you carry with you.

"You look like you could use some of this," a pleasant voice says as a paper cup of coffee is set next to your book. You look up to see the librarian smiling down at you, holding her own cup in her other hand. She's a middle aged woman with blonde hair tied in a bun behind her head.

You give her a relaxed smile. "Thank you! This is perfect!" You take a sip of the fresh coffee. It feels like a warm hug for your soul.

"You must be a student," she surmises.

You chuckle and smile sheepishly. "What gave it away?"

"Well, for starters, you're reading a bar exam prep book. I don't know any licensed attorneys who even touch those. And it's kind of written all over your face," she explains.

I hope you're not able to glean anything else from looking at my face. "You hit the nail on the head…and I definitely needed some coffee," you reply kindly. "Thank you, again."

"No problem, hon," the librarian cheerfully replies and returns to her desk.

You return to your reading and enjoy the peaceful downtime before your phone buzzes with a text. You sigh. I can barely get even five minutes to myself.

It's from Nora. "See you left early. Do I even want to know what you and Edgeworth are doing in his office right now?"

You reply, "hey! I'm studying for the bar right now, thank you very much!"

A few minutes later, your phone buzzes again with Nora's response, "yeah, sure, okay. Is that the cover story you two are going with? 'bar review'?"

That would be a good cover story, you think to yourself. You tuck that one away for the next time you need to convince Mrs. Brekkie to let you spend excess time with Miles. Perhaps you'll leave out the fact that the 'bar review' will be at Miles' personal residence. You shake your thoughts back to the present and type your answer back to her, "Sorry to disappoint you, but I am actually studying for the bar. I'm in the library with a review book and everything!"

"Uh huh. Sure you are. You enjoy your 'bar review'." Nora responds.

You roll your eyes but set your phone back down and return to your reading. When you've finished your coffee, you check your watch. Miles should be here by now, so you put the review book away and head upstairs. The excitement to see him in the morning never fades from day to day.

As you push the ajar door open to step inside, you're greeted with a gorgeous smile from him as he wraps up a phone call. "Thank you, Detective," he says into the phone and hangs up the receiver. "Good morning," he says to you.

"Morning," you return with a smile. You close the door behind you. Miles takes note but says nothing. You force yourself to stay on the other side of his desk from him, the tension in the room quickly rising. If you could just have one kiss…

But your colossal failure to restrain yourselves yesterday has pushed you to do better. Why does he look so handsome today? Your mouth is watering.

"How are you?" Miles asks. He remains standing behind his desk as if he's fully aware of how wound you both are right now

Desperately wishing I could kiss you right now, you think to yourself.

"Well, then, why don't you?" He asks, smirk on full display.

Your eyes widen and a gasp escapes your lips. "Oh, God, I said that out loud?" You reply, face burning with embarrassment. Your hands rush to your cheeks.

Miles nods with a chuckle.

"I want to. I just…I thought I should be better than I was yesterday," you admit.

"I'd say a kiss would still be widely better than we were yesterday," Miles argues.

"That's true," you agree and move your hands down to your side. You stay still, however, scolding yourself, internally. Have some self control! "I just…don't know if I can stop with only a kiss." You ache with desire as if parched. It's almost painful being in his presence and not his arms. "But, I can't bear the thought of both tarnishing your reputation and losing you as my mentor. I'm afraid if we continue to be so careless here, we're only jeopardizing both our careers."

"You have a point," Miles admits. "Your progress as an attorney is of the utmost importance to me. As for my reputation," he smiles, as if laughing internally at himself, "I've built it back from worse. I do, however, wish to preserve yours."

You take a deep breath and sigh. "We can do this. We have to," you say, more to yourself than him.

"This won't last forever, don't forget. Come the end of the summer and subsequently your internship here, there is nothing forbidding a relationship between us," he reminds you and offers a reassuring smile. "And I, for one, will be very vocal about it, especially to Fredericks."

You smile and chuckle. "At least wait a week or so to make it somewhat believable that we didn't behave like animals around each other behind closed doors the entire summer," you reply.

"Five days," Miles playfully retorts with his trademark smirk.

"Okay, Romeo, five days it is," you agree with a laugh. Surprisingly, you both feel some of the tension disperse. You take your usual seat on the sofa and Miles sits at his desk.

Miles scoffs. "Please, you insult me. Romeo was an idiot. Galavanting around with young girls. He marries Juliet, murders her cousin, then skips town without her. And they both end up dead. Trust me, I was faring far better at eighteen years old."

You chuckle. "I would commit felonies to meet eighteen year old Miles," you admit.

He laughs. "It would not be anywhere near as interesting as you're imagining. Much like you, I was in the middle of law school; an intern fighting to make a name for myself."

"Imagine you and I in law school at the same time," you muse with a laugh.

"You might not feel the same way about me as you do now," he reveals.

"Why?" You ask.

"I wasn't in the same mindset I am now. In essence, I used to be willing to do anything to secure a guilty verdict, even at the expense of the truth, real justice. I don't like who I was then," he explains.

"What changed?" You're fascinated by this tale.

"An old friend of mine, like a brother to me; he pushed me to take stock of my values, challenge my beliefs," he confesses.

"I never knew that about you. I'm glad you told me," you say, the desire to kiss him is nearly unstoppable. You have to fight to keep your legs still.

He gives you a sweet smile. "What about you? I am beginning to feel very curious about what you were like at eighteen."

You blush. "Well, let's see…I was finishing high school and getting ready for college," you answer vaguely.

He looks at you quizzically, suspecting your withholding more. "No Romeo to call on you?" Figures he'd ask that.

You try to find the best way to explain…you sigh and lean your chin on your hand, fingers resting against your cheek. Your elbow sits perched on your knee.

Miles smirks. "'See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. O, that I were a glove upon that hand, that I might touch that cheek'," he says, parroting The Bard's famous work.

"Do not quote Shakespeare to me at seven o'clock in the morning," you playfully chide. Normally, a woman would swoon at hearing a man quote Romeo and Juliet to her but Miles was clearly teasing you with it.

He chuckles. "Sorry, you were saying…"

"Dad…wasn't the most approving when it came to the boys around town. He was never happy with any of them. Most didn't really try very hard. Everyone in town knew him. Among his accolades as a near perfect detective, he was the stereotypical overprotective father as well," you explain. "Any boy that came around the house…well he had to get through Dad first and no one got through Dad. In his defense, none of them really held my attention much anyway"

Miles narrows his eyes. "Not one?"

You hesitate but shake your head.

"You're a bad liar," Miles says, immediately calling out the hesitation you definitely failed to conceal.

There was one. One. Nothing happened though, so it hardly counted. "There's an air force base in my hometown. Dad and I went to the air shows a lot and I met an airman there when I was seventeen…do you really want to hear this?" You ask, hoping he won't ask you to tell the story.

"Absolutely," he answers, still smirking. One day you may figure him out. Today is not that day, though.

"He was nineteen and Dad was furious. The airman, his name is Chris, came by a lot, even though Dad wouldn't let him in the house. Mom," you chuckle, "Mom loved it. She helped me sneak him letters. Sometimes I would walk to the end of the block to drop them in the federal mailbox so Dad wouldn't find out. Mom and I would try to get to the mail before Dad and watch for Chris' letters back to me. We got to have a few dates when I left for college. I lived in the dorms so all Dad could really do was disapprove from the corner. Chris got deployed overseas not long after that." You frown. "We kept up sending letters to each other for a few years and we got to spend a little time together when he was home on leave, but then I went off to law school and we just…drifted apart. We sort of still keep in touch. He got married and I think he and his wife are expecting a baby. Last letter I got from him was back in December."

"I'm sorry to hear it ended the way it did," Miles replies.

You shrug. "I'm not," you reveal. Miles most certainly isn't either, but you decide to let that slide.

"You're not?" Miles asks.

"No," you answer, smiling sweetly.

"Interesting. Why is that?" He watches you curiously.

"Chris was the first to dare to defy my dad. It was something of a novelty to me, I suppose, but looking back now, I can see that the connection I felt with him was barely a fraction of what I feel with you," you confess, blushing again. "If we had tried to stick together, between law school for me and the air force for him, we wouldn't have lasted."

"Are you suggesting I would have tried to steal you away?" He asks, amused.

"Would you?" You retort, a cunning smile shining back at him.

He looks deeply in your eyes and ponders. "No." He finally says. "I would have respected the choice you made. That being said, I still would have coveted your affections; I still would have invited you under my mentorship, and bear in mind, I still would have had to wait for your initiation of a personal relationship, anyway."

"So, we could have ended up right where we are now," you surmise.

"Would you still have chosen me?" He asks.

You don't need to think about it. Chris doesn't hold a candle to Miles. He never would. "Yes, easily," you answer.

He smiles. "One might call that fate, then," he replies.

You chuckle. "I suppose it could be."

"Does your father approve of me?" He asks.

"He…doesn't know about you, actually," you admit, guilt creeping across your face. “Well, he knows who you are, but not that we’re together and…together.”

"I don't see a problem with your own mother and father knowing of our relationship," Miles says.

"You don't know my dad," you begin, inhaling deeply and sighing. "He keeps hoping I'll move back to Colorado after law school. He's rather close with the chief prosecutor there and is already trying to secure a position for me with him. Dad'll be thrilled that I'm studying under you as an intern…but when he finds out about everything else…he'll be upset." You frown, wishing that wouldn't be the case. You've never wanted your father to approve of a man so much.

"If that is in fact the case, I have a rather important question, then," Miles begins.

"Okay," you reply.

"Should your father react the way you anticipate, will you want to continue our relationship?"

"More than anything," you reply, smiling longingly at him.

"Then we will," Miles reassures you.

You let a soft laugh out. "Even if my dad tries to rip us apart?"

He nods. "If he thinks he can keep me from you, he's sorely mistaken. As much as I would like to have his acceptance, I do not require it. I prioritize your desires, not his."

"Thank you, Miles." You're comforted by his confidence. Damnit, the urge to kiss him is rising again. Maybe, just maybe, if Miles fights hard enough, Dad will give in.

Miles checks his watch. "We should head to the courthouse. I'm anxious to see you question your witness," he says with a proud smile.

You return his smile. You're nervous, but eager to prove yourself. He holds the door for you, but refrains from touching you.

At the courthouse, you and Miles take your place at the prosecutor's table.

"Is the prosecution ready?" The Judge asks.

"The prosecution is ready, Your Honor. I will also be supervising my law student who will be participating with witness testimony today."

"Very well…" The Judge agrees. He verifies the status of the defense team and begins the trial. "Will the prosecution please call its first witness?"

"You're up," Miles whispers in your ear. It sends shivers through you.

You clear your throat and project, "Your Honor, the prosecution calls Brian Hagen to the stand."

Your witness enters the courtroom and takes his seat on the stand. He is a middle-aged man with a shaved head and clean shaven face. He is quite lean. You recall from your internship last year he is very physically active and has even run marathons before. He is dressed in a very sharp, dark gray suit. Once he has been sworn in, you begin, Miles observing your every move. "Please state your name and occupation," you begin.

"Brian Hagen and I'm an employment attorney," he answers, beaming with pride at watching you perform like a proud father watching his child in the school play.

"Mr. Hagen, will you please testify about your relationship with the victim?" You ask. The defense attorney watches you like a cat watches a bird.

"Well, he contacted me about a month ago requesting legal counsel after he was fired from his job. He told me he had a crushing injury to his hand after an accident at work. He told me he had filed for FMLA but was fired before the request was processed. I never heard from him again and didn't find out he was dead until you informed me," Mr. Hagen testifies.

"Can you explain to the court what FMLA is?" You begin.

"Objection!" The defense attorney shouts. You pale. "This intern is requesting expert testimony from a lay witness!" He sneers as he says the word 'intern'. You see Miles' hand twitch out of the corner of your eye, but his face remains neutral.

"Objection sustained," The Judge rules. He addresses you by name, "you cannot ask a lay witness to give expert testimony."

Your face warms with embarrassment.

"Objection!" Miles shouts. "Mr. Hagen has already stated he is an employment attorney and therefore is perfectly qualified to make an expert testimony regarding employment law. My intern simply needs to voir dire her witness prior to requesting the expert testimony." He turns to whisper to you, "you're perfectly fine using Mr. Hagen as both a lay and expert witness. You just need to establish his expertise first."

"Right," you whisper back and collect your thoughts. You turn your attention back to your witness. "Mr. Hagen, where did you go to law school?"

"University of Florida," he answers.

"Can you speak briefly about your work experience?" You ask.

"I've been an employment attorney for twenty years and owned my own law firm for ten. I've handled wrongful termination cases, discrimination, retaliation, sexual harassment, and medical leave," Mr. Hagen explains.

"Does the defense have any objections to the witness testifying as an expert in employment law?" You ask, looking the defense attorney dead in the eye, trying to suppress the snide tone you wish you could use. You see the smallest smirk from Miles.

The attorney glares at you, but you stare him down. He shakes his head.

"Mr. Hagen," you begin, continuing where you left off before, "can you explain the Family Medical Leave Act?"

"It's a federal law that protects an employee's job while they take medical leave," he explains.

This is all information you are very well aware of but to prove your case, it has to be spelled out. "Would this law provide payment to the victim?"

"No, that's under workers compensation," Mr. Hagen answers.

"Who pays for that?" You ask.

"The employer," Mr. Hagen answers.

"What did the victim say about his needs following the accident?" You continue.

"He would have needed extensive surgeries and rehabilitation, likely totaling hundreds of thousands of dollars. Maybe more," he answers. Excited whispering scatters throughout the courtroom.

"Mr. Hagen, did you see the FMLA paperwork that the victim filled?" You ask.

"Yes, he faxed me a copy after he filed it with his employer," he replies.

You produce the copy of the FMLA paperwork for the judge to see. "Your Honor, I'd like to submit this as evidence," you stare.

"Objection!" The defense attorney shouts. "How is this relevant?" He asks. Miles smirks.

"Sustained," The Judge rules and turns to you, "please explain the relevance of this evidence."

"Yes, Your Honor," you begin. "As Mr. Edgeworth pointed out yesterday, the defendant was at the victim's home the afternoon he was murdered, but what we were unable to establish was a motive. Given Mr. Hagen's testimony about his consultation by the victim prior to his death, a probable motive is clear. Firstly, the victim applied for medical leave and was presumably going to then apply for workers compensation. Secondly, the victim died before the FMLA paperwork could be processed. Thirdly, let us recall that through a thorough examination of the defendant's business files, there was no hard copy of the FMLA paperwork and additionally, there were no corresponding emails between the victim and the defendant."

"Objection!" The defense attorney shouts. That was getting old. "This intern cannot prove my client was aware that the victim filled FMLA paperwork prior to his murder. Perhaps he had completed the paperwork but not submitted it."

"You're incorrect, counselor," you say. "This copy of the application clearly states at the bottom that it was electronically filled a week before he was terminated. Unless your client ignores his business email, he had to have known about it. Given your client's testimony to Mr. Edgeworth yesterday, he is a very dedicated business owner and claims he hardly ever misses work," you rebut. You turn back to your witness. "Mr. Hagen, how much was the victim going to pursue with his lawsuit?"

"He was going to ask for three million dollars," Mr. Hagen answered.

You smirk. Miles, following your line of thought, leans in to whisper, "go ahead. I think you can wrap this one up."

"Mr. Hagen, had the victim informed his employer, the defendant, of his lawsuit?" You ask.

"He served the notice to the defendant himself," Mr. Hagen answers. The audience in the courtroom collectively gasps.

The clacking of the judges gavel rings throughout the courtroom. "Order!" The Judge commands forcefully. When the chatter dies down, he continues, "the defense may cross examine the witness."

The attorney does cross examine your witness, but it's fruitless. His testimony is iron clad and the defense team isn't able to make any argument to sway The Judge.

"Guilty!" The Judge declares, securing your second win.

Once is an anomaly and twice is a coincidence; just as with your first guilty verdict, the defendant attempts to lunge at you from the defendant's stand. You feel a hand tug at your arm and before you realize it, Miles has pulled you behind him as the bailiff secures the newly convicted murderer. He shields you until the man is removed from the courtroom.

In the prosecutor's lobby, Mr. Hagen finds you and Miles. "You did great, kid!" He shouts and engulfs you in a big hug. You laugh happily and glance at Miles, knowing his apprehension for men touching you, but to your surprise, he is smiling calmly. Mr. Hagen releases you but keeps his hands on your shoulders. "I'm so proud of you! Look how far you've come! Can't wait to tell the missus how well you're doing!"

"Thank you for helping me, Mr. Hagen," you reply.

"Hey, it was an easy day for me. You did all the heavy lifting!" He says, still grinning proudly. He turns to Miles to shake his hand. "You've done an excellent job teaching her, Mr. Edgeworth," he compliments.

"Please, call me Miles. And thank you, but it's not a difficult task. She picks up everything very quickly," Miles replies.

"She's a smart one. Takes after her dad," Mr. Hagen adds and gives you a smile.

"She'll really be put to the test when we get our next case. She joined this one half way through and she still secured a guilty verdict," Miles says. He flashes you a quick glance. "I'm anxious to see how she does being involved from the start."

"I am as well," Mr. Hagen says and turns back to you. "Let me know if you ever need me again and of course, there's a spot for you at my firm next year, too!"

"You'll have to get in line, Mr. Hagen," Miles chimes in with a smirk.

"I see that," he replies with a chuckle. "Well, I do think prosecution suits you better," he comments to you and buttons his suit coat. "I suppose I should return to my office. Please, keep in touch," he adds and turns to Miles, "take care of her. She's like a daughter to me."

"I will," Miles replies firmly.

Mr. Hagen nods and heads for the exit. You and Miles take your leave as well and return to the prosecutor's office.

He sits at his desk. The urge to sit in his lap is almost disorienting. You force yourself to take your usual seat on the couch. You meet his eye contact. "I'd like to hear your reflection about this trial," he instructs.

"I felt a little lost sometimes, but less today than yesterday. I…really embarrassed myself by not establishing expertise for Mr. Hagen, didn't I?" You blush, mortified by your mistake in front of the entire courtroom, including Miles.

He chuckles, "I told you I didn't expect perfection from you, but discussing the errors now is important because I want you to recognize any deficits you have and work to improve them. I guarantee you will never again forget to voir dire your witness, wouldn't you agree?"

A sheepish smile creeps across your face. "Yes, I suppose this will stick in my mind forever." You look down.

"Don't dwell too much on it. This is how you learn to swim, so to speak. I will let you flounder a bit, but I won't let you drown. I want to see you learn on your own and rely on me only when necessary. This is your practice. I expect you to take ownership of it," he explains.

Good God, he's sexy when he talks like that. You take his feedback to heart, though you stare a little too long at his mouth. "I've never been great at handling failure," you admit.

"I wasn't either. I've learned to take everything I can from my missteps, though, and make myself stronger from it. You can do the same," he replies.

"I'm having trouble picturing you operating at any speed less than perfect," you comment, flirtatiously.

"Remember, I have been doing this for ten years," Miles reminds you. "You are still only in your second year of your formal education. Don't forget how advanced you already are. Mr. Hagen was a great starting mentor. I can tell he set a great foundation for you," he comments.

You narrow your eyes and smirk at Miles. "Speaking of Mr. Hagen, why is it that he gives me a hug and you have no problem whatsoever but Professor Fredericks touches my shoulder and you just about kick him out of your office? I'm noticing some pretty big inconsistencies," you playfully tease, leaning back and crossing your arms.

"Intent," Miles simply replies.

"Intent?" You repeat.

"Mr. Hagen sees you first and foremost as a daughter to him. I can tell by the way he treats you and he said it himself. With this, I have no problem. Fredericks ogles you. Combined with touching you is enough to leave me incensed," he clarifies.

"Right," you reply sarcastically. "Got it now. Mr. Hagen, good. Professor Fredericks, bad."

"You do learn quickly," he replies. He looks down and checks his watch. "It would appear we have some down time. Why don't you grab that bar exam book from the library and I'll help you study?"

"How'd you know I was down there this morning?" You ask, staring curiously at him.

"Do you really think you can be in this building without my knowledge?" Miles asks, eyeing you intently.

"When did you get here?" You ask, his hot stare melting your inhibitions quickly.

"Shortly after you. The secretary told me you had arrived. I saw you in the library talking with the librarian. You seemed rather content so I let you be. I knew I'd be seeing you soon, anyway," he explains.

You turn your eyes away. "Miles, you can't look at me like that…not here," you warn.

He lets out a low, seductive chuckle. "I see you are covering your neck today. Goodness, why might that be?" He asks sarcastically, with a mischievous smirk. His stare remains hot and intense.

Your smile wanes from your face. You can't take another second. You stand from your seat. "Miles, I can’t…” You struggle then sigh. “One of two things needs to happen. I either need to study in the library alone, or you need to get me the hell out of here…because I can't stay in the same room with you anymore and not touch you."

Miles rises from his seat, hastens toward you, grabs your hand, and leads you from the office. He whips his keys out of his pocket and locks the door as you both leave. "I have bar review materials in my home office," he says as you head for the exit.

#ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ace attorney fanfiction #ace attorney #miles edgeworth #miles edgeworth x reader #forbidden love #romance #mentor/intern

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falloutstasis · 1 year ago

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200 years of crying and the words creep up inside

At this point, Nick and Nora didn't care about the no ghoul rule that Diamond City had. Hell, they were even lucky that Mayor McDonough was dead when he tried to escape justice from shooting Danny a while ago. He wouldn't have let Phoebe in Diamond City for sure.

Phoebe was safely curled and carried by Nick, sleeping in his arms, having Nora's black coat covered her entire body. The hoodie that Phoebe was mostly covering her face. Nobody has paid no mind to the three and they quietly went into the Valentine Detective Agency in the dead of morning, where the sun is just an hour away from rising.

"Made it." Nora whispered, closing the door behind her after seeing Nick enter with Phoebe inside.

Of course, Ellie wasn't here, because she was in her own home in Diamond City right now, sleeping.

Nick, oh so carefully, placed Phoebe on his bed that was upstairs and left the black coat on her as her blanket, tucking her in just a bit.

He left the upstairs room and returned to his desk. He plopped down on his chair and tucked his hat over his face, letting out a big intake.

"I can't believe this." Nora whispered. Nora knew Nick had a child because he showed her the same picture he held in his coat, but she never thought she actually find her. After 200 years?

"You and me both." Nick responded, he lifted his hat just a bit so his eyes were in view. "God, she must have been through so much..."

Nora couldn't even think or fathom what Phoebe went through. But she felt relief in the fact that now Nick and Phoebe were reunited back together. That brought a smile to her face.

"I'm glad you and your daughter are together now."

He laughed just a little, looking at the left over paper work on the desk. "My daughter. Right."

There was a slight pause between Nora and Nick. Nick didn't mean to come off that way. He felt like that was original Nick's daughter. Not Nick the Synth's daughter.

"What if she doesn't want to accept me as her father?" After all, he just meet her yesterday.

That question broke Nora's heart. "Nick, she just called you dad. That should be more than enough, right?"

"I don't know, Nora. I just...I have his face and his voice. Of course, she's going to have that reaction."

"Hey." Nora scooted her chair next to Nick's, then she put her hand on Nick's shoulder. "At least give this a chance. If things don't work out between the two of you, then when she's older-"

Nora had stopped, realizing what she was saying. "Well, technically, she is older, but the point being is that is still the same little girl before the bombs dropped. That's the least you can do for her, Nick. Don't give up on her."

From upstairs, Phoebe had her eyes open during their entire conversation. Through the 200 years she shouldn't have lived in the first place, she had been through some hardships. Made a friend that passed away, been kicked out of a town, been called names because she was a ghoul...200 years of staring at the world for a long, long time. It wasn't until recently that she finally got the chance to kill Eddie Winters. She didn't think it will lead her to her father's...her father...

She turned with her back facing the bed and staring up at the ceiling with all the emotional pain she still had.

She had no idea how the hell she was still alive.

#this time i kept it short and a cliffhanger #i had this in the drafts for a bit but hopefully when i keep writing for f4: rebellion i can get into phoebe's story a little more #at first i was planning on pheobe just wrapped around a blanket and just hops on Nick's lap to sleep there for a wholesome moment lol #i was like 'nah' and wrote this #fallout rebellion

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avastyetwats · 1 year ago

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“ I love you more than anyone in the world could possibly love another.. “

He offers Izzy a teary eyed smile in response to that, hands cupping his face while thumbs wipe away falling tears while their foreheads touch. "Oh, I don't know about that. You haven't already forgotten about my letter? I think my love for you is just as much if not a tad more, hm?" He teases him with a warm smile, leaning in to kiss him ever so softly while he held his face in his hands, still wiping his tears away, but not in a way to make him feel like he needed to stop crying, but simply to reassure him that he was here and that he was safe to express himself, to cry.

Then he started touching the ring at the top of his tie and Stede knew he was probably thinking of his mother now. Which was understandable given the gift he'd just given him, having been told about his love of drawing and sketching when he was a young boy and living with his mother. There wasn't too much Stede knew about his life back then, but he also knew it was such a sensitive subject for Israel, and not something he often opened up about, so Stede never pressed. But he figured Izzy knew that he wanted to know whenever he was ready to talk about it, whenever he felt safe and comfortable enough to talk with Stede about his life back then.

And now seemed to be the time because the next words that came from him started with "my mother".

So he listened. He listened to every word about him and his mother, sharing a smile when he did, kissing his cheek when a tear would roll down while recounting something painful, and then dropping one hand from his face in favor of holding his and squeezing whenever he would tense or start to break. He wanted him to know that it was okay, that he wasn't alone, that he was safe to talk about this, while also feeling reassured that if he needed to stop he could. But Stede was happy that Izzy was sharing this with him, that he was opening up and sharing such important and personal memories with him. There were parts where he wanted to tell him it was alright, that he had nothing to feel at fault for, but he didn't want to interrupt so he settled for squeezing his hand every so often to help ground him, to pull him out of guilt and sorrow-filled darkness and back with him.

But gods, Izzy has been through so much his entire life. Since he was but a boy trying to survive the best he could with his mother. His warm smile returned when he explained his mother buying him pencils and paper with what money she had and how she always praised his art and hung it anywhere she could with pride, but it's when he broke into a full sob once more that Izzy let go of his hand and took his face into his hands again before his head could drop too far. So Stede's gift, the manner in which it was gifted to Izzy and his words within the sketchbook were all similar to that of his time with his mother. It broke his heart to hear what they'd gone through, what they suffered, but he admired Izzy's strength, courage and perseverance not just as a child, but even now because he still had so much of it. So much of it that came from his mother. A woman that raised him so wonderfully.

"And she was right." Were his first words after Izzy went silent, agreeing with his mother that he shouldn't be afraid to be himself. But then he broke... he broke harder than the last so Stede pulled him in closer, hands still holding his face. "Hey, hey... none of that now. C'mere." He gently walked backwards towards the bed, taking Izzy with him. When the back of his legs hit the bed, he sits down and pulls Izzy onto his lap, his hands moving down to his neck to gently tilt his head up to look at him. "You have nothing to apologize for, Israel. Nothing. I'm so glad you told me all of this because now... now I get to know you more." And he smiles because to Stede, that's a good thing. Knowing more about Izzy doesn't turn him away, it only makes him love him more. "Don't ever be afraid of telling me things about yourself, okay? I want to know all that I can about you." God, he did.

"And your mother? Oh, she sounds wonderful. The most beautiful woman, if I may say." He smiles, his words genuine. Just from the kind woman she was, and all she did for Izzy, Stede knew she was beautiful. Inside, out, everything about her. "She was right, you know. You are beautiful. From what you've told me about her, you're very much like her." He smiles, knowing how about that would mean to Izzy, but then he says something else. Something that would be even more meaningful.

"And you know what else?" He runs the back of his hand gently over Izzy's cheek, his touch so loving, so tender, as he gazes into his tear-filled eyes with his own, lips curling into the warmest of smiles. "I know she would be so proud of you, Israel."

Stede must have remembered when he told him about his mother, about how he used to like to draw. It was so hard for him to open up about her. He’d only given him the very basics and Stede hadn’t pushed which he appreciated. He understood it was a sensitive topic, that Israel was still working on dropping part of his old self, and was trying to be a better person.

He would have continued to just cry into him if his face hadn’t been held. Now, with red eyes staring into his and soaked cheeks, a bit of mucus from his nose as this truly was an ugly cry with no shame, he was kissed. His eyes fluttered shut and he returned the gesture before he needed to breathe, simply resting his forehead to his. As he spoke his voice was still very much choked. This was so hard.. even to talk about with Stede.

“ I love you more than anyone in the world could possibly love another.. “ Even Stede. Slowly he reached up to his own tie, fingers softly rubbing around the ring at the top. It was his own type of stimming, a sort of calming as he tried to calm a little so he could speak.

“ The last person that ever gave me a sketchbook was my mother. She might have been a whore, but she didn’t do the job because she liked it. My father ran out before I was born and she was left destitute. It was the only way that she could make money, and luckily she was able to get a room in a brothel. Most women like her weren’t so lucky. Most children like me.. they died from starvation, or from the chill and heavy snows of London. “

He swallowed hard. Had this been the most Izzy had ever spoke at once? Possibly. And he knew Stede was from a disgusting amount of wealth and never knew the kind of suffering and pain of men like him. Men of the lowest class. So he felt in a way that he should educate him. Yes, Stede had seen pirates at their lows but this was different. This was a young mother, and her innocent child just trying to survive.

“ My mother was a good person.. she was.. “ Suddenly he lifted his eyes away, letting out the softest and saddest of laughs as he reminisced and looked upward. “ She was so .. kind. And gentle. She always tried to protect me from what happens at brothels but eventually you get a little older and start understanding. Never once did I hate her for it.. I’d even try to pick up odd jobs myself but work was hard to come by. “ Especially for a 7, 8 year old little thing. “ She always made time for me. No matter how terrible a client had been.. no matter if she was bruised which always broke my heart. I felt so fucking defenseless, Stede. I felt so small. “

“ And she’d tell me —“ The absolute sobbing returned as he hung his head, but he forced his way through it. “ She’d tell me how beautiful I was, how much she loved my pictures. She’d hang them around her room. She spent her last pennies on getting me pencils and paper. That’s just how she was.. she told me that I should never be afraid to be myself. “ Just like Stede had, which clearly with the gift was what had absolutely broke him. This was the most he’d spoken about anything, the most he’d ever opened up. Ed didn’t even know about all of this. Not every minutiae, anyway. His lover made him feel safe even when he was at his most vulnerable. Clearly he had more to say on the matter, but he’d started sniffling. And then.

“ I’m sorry.. “ He covered his mouth. There was that shame again. God, now he was ruining their anniversary wasn’t he? He couldn’t stop crying. Not about the gift, not about Stede, not about his beloved mother.

#oh izzy is breaking me #in the BEST way #you have me crying over here #your writing - and your izzy - is so so beautiful #c; stede bonnet #izzyeffinhands

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lindzaylove · 3 years ago

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Paper Airplanes

i wrote a best friend!JJ x fem!reader where getting ungrounded is one of the best ideas a certain blonde has ever had.

word count: 2.1k

Part One: Dancing by the Fire

Part Two: Boat Ride Confessions

Part Three: Lights Off

trigger warnings: slight anxiety mentions, being grounded

gif by @ami7naa

you were busy rearranging your furniture when a paper airplane flew threw your open window and landed on your floor. you had been getting them since you'd last seen JJ, which was technically the day after the situation with your mom because he'd stopped by the restaurant you work at.

"yo, Y/N!" he'd called as you turned around, tray in hand. you smiled widely, glad your mother hadn't gone out and murdered him.

"hey, J," you nodded to him, clearing the dishes off the table. "do you need something? you haven't visited since that one instance."

"i don't wanna get fired," he pushed a piece of hair out of his face. "and i'd missed like all of last week because you disappeared -"

"i didn't disappear. i got grounded," you corrected him. "but go on."

"as i was saying," he looked around. you noticed now that people were watching you two, making you stand up straight. "you look beautiful, Y/N."

"you came all the way here to tell me i'm beautiful?" you giggled at him.

he rolled his eyes at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek, "it's in my job description."

"and what's the job title again?" you asked, despite seeing your boss approaching out of the corner of your eye.

"you tell me," he walked backwards, a strong smirk on his face as he turned and left the restaurant.

the kiss had been a few days ago now, and the paper airplanes had become the replacement for JJ. you figured passing notes was safer then him being there, so you didn't mind. they were just short notes, no more than ten words in JJ's messy handwriting. this particular one said "this shirt doesn't smell like you anymore. wanna trade?"

you rolled your eyes, but a smile was on your face. you were missing him a little extra today, even though there was no specific occasion. clearly the notes were getting to you. it was nice to have them since you couldn't see him.

"Y/N, you'll never guess who i ran into outside," your mom said, entering your room. you held the note behind you, smiling in the middle of your room.

"who?"

"surprise!" Sarah stepped around your mom. you were happy to see her, sure, but you raised an eyebrow and looked to your mom.

"she's staying for dinner, have fun girls," your mom left the room, closing the door gently.

"your mom is...."

"my mom," you rolled your eyes, dropping your hands from behind your back. you saw her eyes instantly light up as she saw the note and stepped forward, but you moved back.

"not until you tell me why you're here," you folded the paper back into it's airplane shape. "spill, Cameron."

"i'm breaking you out of prison," she stated, like it was obvious.

"are you crazy?" you questioned. "don't answer that, you obviously are."

"you do realize your door isn't locked, neither is your window," Sarah moved to the window. "plus this opens like right on the street, we'd be gone before she even-"

"i can't go, Sarah," you shook your head. "if i leave, i won't have a home to come back to."

"she'd kick you out?" she turned from the window.

"sorry we aren't all the favorite child," you sat on your bed, the moving of your furniture long forgotten.

"don't be like that," Sarah frowned. "i'm sure we can think of some way to break you out."

"breaking out isn't going to go over well, ever," you shook your head again, falling onto your back. "i wish i could just walk out the front door."

"oh my god," she pulled you back into your sitting position. "we can just walk out the front door."

"you could never convince her to let me out. she thinks i'm turning into my father," you mumbled the last part, but Sarah was beaming. "what?"

"come stay with me," Sarah always had a smile on her face, but this one was crazy - she reminded you far too much like her brother in that moment.

"what."

"yes! we tell her you're gonna spend the rest of the summer with me - like we'd planned before you got caged. we won't see each other come the fall because we go to different schools," she pulled you to your feet.

"that might actually work," you nodded, feeling your chest lighten up at the idea you may actually see the beach again this summer.

"now that that problem is solved," Sarah took the paper airplane from your hand, unfolding it. you were suddenly embarrassed, mostly because you were under the impression no one would see your little love notes.

"it's from JJ," you told her, making her glance up at you.

"really? i thought Topper was sending you love letters," she rolled her eyes as she scanned the words. you turned to push your bed into the corner, which is where you had always wanted it. you didn't want to look at Sarah but you wanted your paper airplane back.

"it's not that long, Sar. you can read, can't you?" you huffed, turning around and noticing her head out your window. "Sarah, what the hell are you doing?"

"that note was enough to make me vomit," she turned to face you, holding out the note to you. "you two are together now, aren't you?"

"well, no," you took the note, folding it back into it's airplane shape.

"JJ made it seem like you two were together," Sarah shrugged. "what does the note mean then? nothing?"

"that's not what i meant," you frowned. "i like JJ and he likes me. we just haven't really had the whole boyfriend/girlfriend conversation. my mom did threaten to kill him, so."

"well, let's break you out and get you to your boyfriend," she moved to your closet. she opened the door, pulling clothes out and throwing them on the bed.

"shouldn't we tell my mom first, before you wreck my room?"

"tell me what?" your mom asked, leaning in the doorway.

"would it be okay if for the rest of the summer Y/N stayed with me?" Sarah smiled, gently placing your clothes on the bed.

"we'd talked about me spending the second half of summer with her, but when i got grounded i didn't bother to bring it up," you told your mom, watching her eyes go between you and Sarah.

"we go to different schools, so really summer is all we have," the blonde stuck her bottom lip out, giving our mom puppy dog eyes. "please, Mrs. Y/L/N?"

"you two will be at your house, correct?" your mom asked Sarah. she nodded in response. it was silent for a moment before your mom sighed. "i'll go get your phone. you're ungrounded."

"thank you so much!" you hugged your mom. "thank you!"

"yeah yeah, just learn how to play golf or tennis for me," your mother hugged you for a moment before leaving your room. you and Sarah both squealed with joy before shoving your clothes into a bag, already talking about going to go see the Pogues. you two were out the door in no time, headed straight to the chateau without a thought.

"thank you again, for breaking me out of prison," you told her, looking at your phone for the first time since getting it back. it had vibrated with a text from JJ.

i miss you, sweetheart. summer's no fun when you're locked away.

you realized he'd been texting you the whole time. he was worried, blowing up your phone. then after he came to see you it was little messages at random times throughout the day. they reminded you of the paper airplanes. you were lost in thought and didn't notice Sarah watching you.

"it's him, right?"

you looked at her then, smiling softly, "always."

the mood shifted as you took the drive. Sarah and you were singing loudly in her car, windows down and having a blast. you were bouncing in your seat as she pulled up, turning the radio down. everyone was outside, sitting around. JJ was in the hammock, hat over his face. as you closed your door gently and approached, you could hear their conversation - they were greeting Sarah and nicely holding your presence a surprise.

"Sarah's here JJ," John B. told him, standing up and hugging his girlfriend. Pope and Kie both hugged you, whispering how much they missed you.

"great. hey Sarah," JJ simply raised his hand in a mock wave, shuffling in the hammock.

"don't be rude to me, i brought you a present," Sarah chuckled. you moved in front of JJ as he fumbled out of the hammock and onto the ground, mumbling about not wanting a present. by the time he was standing and with his hat in his hands, you were grinning and waiting for his eyes to meet yours. as soon as he got himself figured out, he already had tossed his hat to the side and was wrapping his arms around you.

"hi honey," you mumbled to him, arms wrapped around his neck. his face was pressed into your neck and he was breathing deeply. you could hear the others cheering for you two, but your attention was focused on JJ through and through.

"i missed you," JJ said, pulling away slightly to look at you. his hands remained on your waist and yours around his neck. it brought you back to the dancing around the fire, brought you back to waking up next to him. it brought you right there in the moment, watching the way his eyes moved over you like you'd disappear if the breeze picked up. he did miss you, you could feel it in the grip his hands had on you. you wondered if you even need to say it, or if he could feel it too.

"wanna go on a walk?" you asked him, sliding your hands off of him and lacing your fingers with his.

"use protection!" John B. yelled as you and JJ walked down toward the water. you and JJ both threw up middle fingers directed toward them before continuing on.

"so you broke out of the slammer?" JJ asked, bumping you slightly.

you laughed, shaking your head, "my mom said i could stay with Sarah the rest of the summer."

"she's letting you stay with Sarah?"

"it's about where she lives, you know," you told him, sighing. "sometimes i wonder how different life would be if i lived on Figure 8 instead of The Cut. like, would you still be my best friend?"

"you'd probably be dating Topper," JJ stated, making you nudge him that time. "no, really!"

"i don't think i'd date Topper. ever, in any life," you stopped to look at the water, the sun setting and painting pretty colors all over it. "he's probably not as good of a pilot as you are."

"you liked those?" JJ was looking out over the water too, thumb rubbing over your hand.

"i think paper airplanes are my new favorite works of origami," you turned to JJ to find him already looking at you.

"it's different now, isn't it?" JJ asked, head tilted to the side.

"what do you mean?" you frowned, feeling anxiety rise in your body.

here it was, you were about to lose your your best friend. he just missed his best friend. a girlfriend? he didn't want a girlfriend. he never even mentioned wanting to date, you quickly realized. you were staring at him, letting your hand fall limp and sliding away from him. cold. it was suddenly so cold.

"we're different now," he sighed, glancing back over the water.

you wanted him to hug you, to tease you about the paper airplanes. maybe JJ wasn't as good of a pilot as you thought he would be. you didn't think things were different. you didn't feel any different toward him. you couldn't get a word out. the lump in your throat was growing with the silence. he wasn't reaching for you as you backed away.

"Y/N, don't go," he finally reached for you, hand wrapping around your wrist. you swallowed the lump, meeting his eyes. you wanted to hug him and tell him, if anything, you'd fallen for him, but how could you do that when he wasn't telling you anything either?

"what do you mean by that?" you finally found the words, though not as many as you'd hoped.

"sweetheart," he lifted your chin slightly. "we aren't just best friends, are we?"

"what do you-"

"we're best best friends," he smirked. your jaw dropped, making you push him away. you couldn't believe him.

"i hate you, JJ," you crossed your arms, walking back to the chateau. he was giggling behind you, wrapping his arms around you from behind. he kissed the side of your neck.

"i'm sorry, but it was getting too sappy back there," he mumbled against your neck as you stopped. you turned your head to look at him and he was smiling.

"you didn't have to scare me like that," you pouted, making him laugh again. "it was mean."

"i apologize for scaring you, sweetheart," he kissed your neck. "i promise not to do it again - on purpose anyway. i live a very exciting life."

"i'm along for the ride, J."

#outer banks #obx #obx2 #obx sarah #outer banks sarah #sarah cameron #obx jj #outer banks jj #jj maybank #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank fanfic #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank fic #outer banks fanfiction #outer banks imagine #sweetheart and honey

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reds-ramblings · 3 years ago

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Apple Doesn't Fall Far - Part 10

Gracie's P.O.V.

My first time on an airplane was amazing. I got to sit by the window so I could see everything. It was so cool, especially on takeoff! The flight attendants gave me free candy and drinks. I did hang a bit of motion sickness when we landed, but Dad said that was normal. It feels awesome to finally have someone to call Dad. I was completely shocked when they told me it was him, but I could not be happier.

"I'm so happy you're finally here!" A brunette woman yells as she's running up to us. She grabs Mom and hugs her.

"Well, I guess I'm not important anymore." Dad shrugs, causing the woman to roll her eyes.

"Oh my God, you must be Gracie!" She says, pulling me into a tight hug. She turns and looks at Dad. "Seriously, you couldn't tell she was yours? She looks just like you!"

"I've always told people that if they ever met her father, they would stop saying she looked like me." Mom chimes in.

"Look, if I had known it could be possible that I had a child, I would have picked up on that sooner, but I had no clue." He says, glancing over at Mom. I just stood there, staring at the woman confused.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Gracie. I'm Hannah, the one you're named after, and we have a lot of catching up to do."

"Hey, Hannah! I'm so glad I'm finally meeting you. You're the only one mom really told me anything about before meeting Dad." I tell her.

"Hey MC, long time no see." A man says, walking up and hugging Mom.

"Hey, Thomas," She hugged him back. "It's Marabella or Mara now."

"You'll always be our MC." He says, making her roll her eyes.

"Oh wow, you do look just like him." He says, looking at me. "I'm your uncle Thomas, by the way."

"Hello, Thomas, it's nice to meet you." I say, smiling at him.

"Come on, Jay, let's go get the car and let the girls have a moment to catch up." He says, and they walk off, leaving the three of us behind.

"So, any possibility of you two getting back together?" Hannah asked, causing Mom to make a face and point her eyes toward me. "Oh right. We'll discuss that later."

We get to Dad's house, and he shows us to the room we will be staying in. While Mom and I are putting away our things, I decided to ask a few questions.

"Mom, do you think you and Dad will get back together?" I ask, hopefully. I couldn't ask for a better present for my 13th birthday than for my family to actually be a family.

"No, Gracie, I don't." She says.

"But why not?"

"It's been so long, and so much has happened that I don't think it would be possible." She says, sitting down on the bed and sighing.

"Don't you still love him? Maybe he still loves you, too." I say.

"Just because two people love each other doesn't mean they are right for each other or that they will end up together. You'll understand more when you're older." She says.

"Well, I know when I'm older, I'm never having a kid and then keeping her from her father." I say and immediately realize what I said hurt her.

"And I sincerely hope you are never faced with that decision, Grace." I start to say something, and she holds up her hand to stop me. "Let's go find Jay." She says, getting up and walking to the door. I follow her outside to the backyard, where I see Dad and several other people.

"There's my girl!" He says, motioning me to come over to him. I walk over, and he puts his arm around me.

"Hello." I say, smiling up at Thomas and the black-haired woman I've never met.

"This is Gracie. Have I mentioned how incredibly smart she is? She was one of the youngest students in the program I taught this summer, and she made way better grades than a lot of the older students. I also must say the final project she did was amazing. She truly was one of the top kids in the program." He tells them, and I can't help but smile. I have a dad who's proud of me. I've never had anyone brag on me like that.

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Marabella's P.O.V.

We walk out into the backyard, and Jay motions Gracie over to him, Cleo and Thomas, while I make my way over to Hannah. Before I can reach Hannah, I see someone out of the corner of my eye running toward me, and suddenly, I'm tackled.

"MC, you're back!" She yells in my ear. Ugh, I might as well give up on trying to get them to call me anything else. "I'm so glad you're alive! Oh my gosh, you had us all worried why would you just disappear on all of us?" She blurts out really fast.

"Jessy?" I ask as it takes a minute for me to register who just attacked me.

"Oui. I haven't changed that much, have I?" She pouts.

"No, I just wasn't expecting to see you. I heard you moved to France." I say.

"Yeah, I fell in love and moved to France. You'll have to meet my husband, Andre. He's around here somewhere. So I hear Jake's a daddy?" She says, wiggling her eyebrows.

"I see word still travels fast around here." I chuckle.

"Of course, you know this group can't keep a secret even if their lives depended on it."

"You're not mad?" I ask.

"I was pretty mad at first, but then Hannah explained why you did it, and I can understand that. You just wanted to protect Gracie from the crazy life of her father. Any decent parent would have done the same thing. Sometimes, you have to make sacrifices to give your kids the best life."

"Thank you, Jessy. I wish everyone saw it that way." I say, eyeing Jay and Gracie.

"Oh, I'm sure he'll come around eventually."

"Oh, look, I do still have a sister." I hear someone say then look behind Jessy to see Phil. "I haven't seen you in so long. I almost forgot you existed."

"Hey, Phil." She says, hugging him.

"Oh, who's your friend?" He asks, looking over at me, causing Jessy and I to both make funny faces.

"Is that really how you greet the person who kept you from spending your life in prison?" I ask and watch the light bulb go off in his head.

"MC? Is it really you? We thought you were dead!" He says, grabbing me and pulling me to his chest in a tight hug.

"It's really me."

He pulls away and looks down at me, "I still have a seat reserved for you at the Aurora, so you better stop by while you're in town."

"First, I have a few questions."

"Of course you do." He smirks.

"You and Cleo? Four kids? One on the way? Did I hear that right, or was Jay just messing with me?" I ask.

"No, you heard it right. Why are you jealous?" He winks.

"No, not jealous, surprised, but not jealous. I'm happy for you." I say honestly.

Hannah walks over and greets them and then hugs Jessy before they wander off over towards Jay.

"Lily is on her way. She has all four of the kids with her." She says.

"Four?" I ask, puzzled.

"Yeah, my Max, her two, and of course Dan." She snorts.

"Of course, Dan has to be considered one of the kids." I day stifling a laugh.

As if right on queue, three kids come running in screaming, "Uncle Jay, you're home!" He kneels and opens his arms wide for them, and they all run to hug him.

"Uncle Dan bought us all new toys on the way here." The youngest boy says, holding up a toy truck.

"That's awesome, buddy." Jay says.

"I got a new dolly, Uncle Jay!" The little girl says excitedly.

"Oh really, what's her name?" He asks.

"Anna." She says, holding it up to him.

"That's a very pretty name for such a pretty doll." He says, and she nods before all three run off.

"Look at how good he is with them. We always knew he was going to be a great dad. We just didn't realize he already was one." Hannah says.

"Sometimes, I wish he could have been there when she was their age." I say

"Hey, you can't focus on the past all you can do is make sure the future is better. Speaking of which is there a future for you two?" She asks. What is it with everyone asking this?

I let out a deep sigh. "I don't think so."

"You never know. You may find yourself falling in love again." She shrugs.

"Honestly Hannah, I'm not so sure I ever stopped loving him." I admit.

"Something tells me that deep down he feels the same way." She says and I notice her looking at someone behind me.

"Seriously, you have the nerve to show up here?" I turn around to see Lily.

"Excuse me?" I say.

"You disappear without a trace and suddenly show up 13 years later with a kid you've kept from us and you just expect everyone to welcome you back with open arms?" She stops and looks around. "And from the looks of it, you guys did just that. What is wrong with you people? Do you not remember the hell she put us through when she disappeared?" She says and before I can say anything Jay steps in between us.

"No, Lily, we are not doing this here." He says sternly.

"Oh, so you've just forgotten everything she did?" She says.

"No I have not forgotten but this is not the time or the place. This is my house and I will not have you disrespecting the mother of my child in my house or in front of our kid!" He yells at her causing her to take a step back.

"I'm sorry, Jay. I wasn't thinking about Gracie." She says.

#duskwood #duskwood jake #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood game #duskwood everbyte #duskwoodfanfic #jake duskwood #jake x mc #duskwood jake x mc #everbyte duskwood #duskwood fanfic #duskwood fandom #Apple Doesn't Fall Far

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sholangagaga · 3 years ago

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Gregory: Tall people are the enemy

Monty: I'm sorry, I can't hear you from all the way up here

Gregory: I could tie your ankles together and you wouldn't notice until it was too late.

Moon: I wish more conspiracy theorists would really swing for the fences

Moon: "We never went to the moon" is so boring, pedestrian

Moon: "We are actually on the moon right now, but have been programmed to think we're on Earth" endlessly fascinating, shimmering with possibilities.

Freddy: Stop teaching Gregory this

Springtrap: Stop playing the victim that's not even a real instrument

Foxy: What did you all do today?

Roxy: Fucked up repeatedly

Foxy: Nice, same

Monty: Getting brain damage from pissing myself off

Gregory, poking his head out of a vent: Good evening, parental figure

Bonnie, not looking up from his newspaper: Good morning, problem child

Foxy: Today is Monday, I feel like we should do something illegal

Freddy: The law does not apply to us

Foxy: Even better

Roxy: Monty, don't talk out loud, you'll lower the IQ of the whole street.

Bonnie: Why are there little handprints on the wall?

Freddy, whispering: Why are there little handprints on the wall?

Gregory, whispering back: Because I have small hands

Freddy: Because Gregory has small hands

Monty, with his leg stuck in a chair: Now, you may be asking, "Monty, how did you do this to yourself?"

Monty, trying to get unstuck: Well kids, Monty has no fucking clue either

Chica: I sort of did something and I need you advice. But I don't want any judgment or criticism

Roxy: And you came to me?

Freddy: Gregory just said he wanted to "do something nice for me"

Bonnie, sighing: I'll go warn the others

Vanessa: So apparently the "bad vibes" I've been feeling are actually "severe psychological distress"

William: Embracing my god complex by changing my pronouns from he/him to He/Him

Jaime: I'm glad my mom caused most of my childhood trauma instead of my dad so my therapy sessions can pass the bechdel test

Jin, lying on her bed, face down, desperately trying to get up: Come on body, yip yip

Henry after the Missing Children Incident: BITCH I'M ABOUT TO JUST [disappears under mysterious circumstances]

Monty: You'll have to excuse Freddy here, he's gay so he dislikes unnecessary conflict

Monty, cracking his knuckles: But as for me, a bisexual who thrives on that shit―

Vanny: I'm an expert on Fazbear Entertainment and its properties

Foxy: Oh yeah? Name 10

Vanny: Bonnie and Freddy

Freddy: that's on you, you set the bar too low

Chica: I wish I had a super tight-knit group of friends that I fought crime with

Vanny: I wish I had a super tight-knit group of friends that I commit crime with

Freddy: I wish I had a super tight-knit group of friends

Roxy: I wish I had friends

Monty: I wish I could knit

Roxy: Some guy just whistled at me while walking by and Foxy goes "Don't worry, that was for me"

Gregory: Freddy, who has never used social media aside from marketing, just logged into twitter, made a single post, and then logged off

[The post]

Freddy: Currently going beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller

Roxy: Call me an escalator because I let people down

William: I want to change the world

Henry: For the better?

William:

Henry: Answer me, Will

Vanessa: It must be so nice to be rich instead of like, having to develop a personality

Fazbear Entertainment: shut up lol

Vanessa: Buy my silence.

Roxy: you make me so angry so quickly

Roxy: it's remarkable

Freddy: I LITERALLY SAID 6 WORDS

Roxy: Yet here I am, boiling with hate

Bonnie: My favorite misunderstanding I've had to clear up so far was Chica asking me about the word "fuck". Because apparently someone had told her if she said "fuck" in the Pizzaplex she might be dismantled on the spot. Which I think is the funniest lie that I've ever heard

Monty: damn how brave was she feeling when she asked you that

William: What should I get at IHOP

Michael: Killed.

#i havent done one of these in a while aaaaa #i hope there arent any repeats #i have slight memory issues so i apologize ahead of time #shitpost hour again #fnaf security breach #security breach #glamstar au #glamstar fam au #fnaf

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batarangsoundsdumb · 4 years ago

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guess fucking what? my inbox is so fucking full right now i'm unloading all of this shit in one post.

For the 11th gotham memes: gothamites react to bruce being jacked in a tiktok he made with kids, like super yoked, ripped as hell

fucking hilarious thanks. i think i did it in one meme post, but i genuinely don't remember which one

i dunno which of the batfam would do this but one time i was sleeping over at a friends house and ended up on the floor bc the bed was so very small and i just stayed there because the rug was soft

that's a drunk jason move i don't know what to tell you

tim and jason are "i listen to pop punk" solidarity. whenever jason highjacks the batmobile theyll go on long ass car rides blaring mcr and paramore and then never talk about it again

as they should!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tim: no jason it's my turn using the aux cord i gotta put on my jams jason: don't you dare put on weird shit tim: don't worry, you're gonna love this *plays fearless (taylor's version)

hear me out hear me out, red hood stans 🤝 nightwing stans t h i g h s

holy shit yes.

SNL au: Bruce breaks character when pretending to superman and says something like "I'm not superman! You've seen his gps!! It's from 2001!!!" @sabeanybabe

superman flies past the snl building the next day just to say 'actually it's from 2005, i'm not a heathen'

does your back hurt from carrying the batfam fandom

it hurts more from the exotic rock collection i keep in my backpack, but thanks for the concern.

I love your posts by why would you always leave the best parts in the tags?

as a treat for the people that check the tags ;) (and also because i'm committed to the short post aesthetic)

somehow your playlist was everything i never knew i needed. i mean it. this is my new favorite playlist.

and don't you dare get a new favourite playlist!

babe ur stoner tim playlist is exactly too perfect, earth is literally blessed by ur existence

babe thanks so much! i love my stoner tim playlist because it's just my usual playlist but people think it's an artistic choice that i put taylor swift and britney spears in there, when it's just what i unironically like listening to

JANDKSKDK BILLY RAY CYRUS ON THE STONER TIM PLAYLIST I LOVE IT IT

again it's not even an ironic choice, i know every single word and i genuinely like the song

The last chapter of Fundamentals of Casework has me crying at work. Thanks I love it @dudelookitsalesbian

oh babe, i'm sorry, but also, not sorry i love chapter 4 so much it's my lovechild with the 'mental illness' tag

soooo....stumbled on your tumblr by some stroke of fate??? read your DC fanfic first. which is PHENOMENAL btw. then found all the batmemes; the funniest thing EVER bc everyone forgets about regular old gothamites. kept scrolling and your blog pops up as recommended. clicked on the ao3 for shits and giggles and waddaya know?!?!? it's YOU!!! you're LEGEND!!!! ever seen that meme? it's a video of a cat that got into a baseball field and the two announcers get really invested in his escape attempt and start giving a play by play of the cat instead of the game. memeable moment: "GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!"

i seriously think about this ask every single day and it's so fucking funny to me that i've never seen the meme you're referencing, but i still find myself going 'GREAT stuff from the Cat!!!' whenever i see something funny. but wow i'm glad you liked this steaming pile of garbage

Fav dc character overall? And fav batfamily character?

don't ask me to pick between the loves of my life, but i can tell you i've cried about every single batfamily member and also wally west (my beloved)

What's your opinion on fans having a problem with batfam being "too big"? And some even claim that batfam is just "Bruce Alfred Dick Damian" and the rest of them are just "friends and allies" (source: reddit) Personally, I like batfam because of this reason but idk

stupid. a family can never be too big. i'm not that big a fan of like huge batfam stuff with everybody from every single universe, because as much as it's funny for bruce to have like 30 kids, it just feels a little too OOC for me.

This is the best tag I've seen involving the batfam, thanks for thinking of it

This is canon now @nctxrejects

lmao yeah i think at that point alfred has had to sit through like at least a dozen coming out talks and just has a pride flag collection in the attic that he pulls out whenever a kid comes out

idk why batfam hits different as compared to any other superhero family

bc it's found family and usually the other superhero families are almost all genetically related in one way or another

I don't know if you watch the umbrella academy but I saw your last post about batcest and saw the similarities. But the thing is (although I think it's weird) in TUA, they addressed it by saying "they were raised as weapons, not siblings" or something along those lines, which is simply not the case with batfam.

yeah i watched tua but i also thought it was ridiculous and they still treated each other as siblings so i didn't like the luthor/allison thing, and am glad they stopped doing that shit bc it fucking sucked.

Hot take: Batcest shippers are the same people who believe adopted siblings are not actual siblings

smoking hot take: batcest shippers are the people who watch 'my sister got stuck in the washing machine' porn

Duke was adopted by Bruce?

not technically no, but do i, tumblr user batarangsoundsdumb, look like i care?

True story but I had to change my freaking name because it used to be "Damien" and most people would go "OH LIKE DAMIAN WAYNE" like please I'm just tryna live

true story, but i don't actually think of damian when i hear the name damian, literally the first thing that pops up is damian darkh like bruh what?

apparently dc comics company supported comic stores by giving out new titles and stuff during the beginning of the pandemic to help them run and I just think that's wholesome

ah yeah that's so fucking cool, still don't like dc, the company, because this world is a capitalist hellhole and we're all owned by warner brothers or disney with no in between.

ayo looking at tumblr head canons and finding out bruce is actually a terrible father is a punch in the gut

lmao yes, in like 50% of comics bruce is a terrible father and it gives me whiplash

oooh I just saw the jason todd vs winter soldier post and the real question is: batman vs iron man

while iron man has like hundreds of cases of armor, batman could throw out an emp and have the guy dropping out of the sky in 2 seconds.

dickfast = fastdick = quickdick = quickie

magnum hot take

hey bata(?) just thought I'd let you know I have copied the obnoxious emoji and Billy Ray post for use on simping men going forth

thank you 😘🌷 (@spacebarsidecar)

why would you do that to your followers???? i get why i did it, but why would you???

what is scarecrow made the nightwing funko pop himself, like those diy-ers that paint over other ones

oh god no, horrible take, horrible take, that's a disgusting thought oh no

I see your HC that Bruce and Oliver fucked and raise you this: Dick and Roy ALSO fucked

yes they did and it was a horrible moment for jason to find out dick has fucked both of his best friends

"at this rate bruce adds like 1 child to his family every decade or so" Duke is introduced in 2013, Damian as Damian, not as an unnamed child, in 2006. And he is already 14 years old, Robins rarely remain Robins after 16 😬 It looks like a new Robin and Batkid will appear in a couple of years

i mean i can't wait? but somebody will probably die first tho, we're due for another major character death. my money's on either cass or duke this time.

BRO you're so right all of your Bruce's ex headcanons are amazing but they aren't ships, that's kinda wild. Like I don't want any peeks into how their relationship was I just want to see everyone make fun of them

lmao YES it's just i love bruce being a slut, like good for him.

I am in love with your posts your honour thank you

omg thanks are we like,, gonna kiss now?

The justice league needs to have a meeting to discuss how many of their members/partners have slept with bruce. Because through a combination of cannon & fannon (if DC wasn’t homophobic) we have AT LEAST: 1) clark 2) lois 3) oliver 4) dinah 5) john

Thats not counting villains or random civilians @dudelookitsalesbian

yes yes yes, they'll have a yearly meeting about how many of their collective exes could be out for revenge and batman's list just keeps getting longer.

tim was like "i'm drake now" and everyone was like ahh so your fursona is a dragon and tim was like pffffft no. ducks.

and what about it?

when steph's fighting livewire and she zaps her with lighting and nothing happens and then they both just. stand there awkwardly for a second and talk. yeah i couldn't stop laughing at that batgirl steph is the BEST

oh yeah that was fucking hilarious and i think it would be so cool and sexy of dc to give steph a little comic series,,, as a treat

Hi I absolutely adore all of yours "Bruce and Oliver very badly pretending they didn't fuck each other" memes

lmao i do too

I need you to know that “Bruce Wayne had frosted tips” is one of my favorite Bruce takes of all time it’s so galaxy brained. you’re right and you should say it

he also painted his hair blonde once when he was travelling and in conclusion, this is why he's being blackmailed by the gotham gazette.

you know my thing about gordon being branded as the only good cop in gotham is its a load of shit like arguably he's a good person and not working to screw people over or anything but the fact that he also works w. batman makes him a shit cop. like yea batman is better than the mob but its still illegal its still an abuse of power he just not making bank

babe, all cops are bad cops. (but yeah youre absolutely right, working with vigilantes makes you a shit cop, but also working against vigilantes just makes you an asshole cop yanno?)

ruh roh i think i’m about to add “so not yeehaw” every time i don’t like something

that's a very good vocabulary upgrade

somehow i feel like steph already knew. like babs obviously knew but i feel like bruce got high/drunk in front of steph and started telling his boarding school stories and steph was just like “oh you fucked up i’m never gonna forget this”

steph and bruce have weird uncle/rebellious niece dynamic and they just hang out sometimes and bruce will be like 'i once broke my arm when i tripped over a hedge when i was drunk so oliver drove me to the hospital on an electric scooter' and steph will just have to sit there with that knowledge in her head.

Hello I just wanted to tell you you are So right in all your steph opinions bc she is, in fact amazing and I think that's very sexy of you. Ps. Your Bruce/Oliver fic is hilarious

babe, thank you so much and yes steph is amazing and i love her and she deserves the world and she's the best member of the batfam hands down. also thanks

In Supersons we see a couple of kids that are implied to be Damian and Jon's children and the boy has laser eyes and can fly, so I asume he's not adopted. The girl, who calls Bruce grandpa, can also fly, btw. So it's canon (probably by accident) that Jon can have kids and he must have married one of Bruce's kids. (I'm hoping for Damian, mostly because any other of his children would be waaaaaaaaaaaaay too old.) @artemisa97

lmao that was probably an accident seeing as jon is a 17 year old superhero in the year 3000 (by the jonas brothers)

You know, I'm a die hard fan of your memes, but I gotta say one thing: if Gothamites actually took gas mask everywhere with them, then the Scarecrow would just be a weird dude in a weird costume, and not a villain oh so scary. DC really should just takes notes from you.

bold of you to assume there's no gothamite anti-maskers

How does it feel being the funniest person on this app?

horrible, next question.

I can't listen to Green Day or Billy Joel without thinking of your post about how Bruce got arrested at a Billy Joel concert @nightwings-kid

yeah that's your mistake, i on the other hand can't enjoy billy joel without thinking about the glee rendition of 'uptown girl'

I've FINALLY been watching the Batman animated series and I gotta say, after watching "the gray ghost" I am CONVINCED that Batman is a closeted super hero geek who was 100% freaking out the first time he met Superman and is just REALLY good at hiding it.

superman: so what do you do in your free time? batman, thinking about the superman fanfiction he's writing on the batcomputer: i have no free time

bruce and oliver be like boyfriends to co-workers 401k (do the justice leagues get 401ks??? not that bruce and ollie would need them, but-)

lmao yes just 400 thousand words of bruce realising 'oh dip oliver is such a fucking dumbass' (also i don't know what a 401 k is but i assume they don't?)

Gothamites would totally boo superman as he saves Gotham while batman is out. @meenje

he's like 'okay think about that next time you want to be saved from an alien octopus'

I just took long break from dc comics and I come back to see ric grayson ??

i think it's very cool and sexy of dc to see dick and just think 'you know what? let's just give him a traumatic brain injury' and then didn't develop his character in any real way

SPEAKING OF RIC GRAYSON, gothamites making confused memes out of ric grayson is much needed

'dick grayson is my taxi driver? can anyone explain what the fuck happened he looks like an italian plumber?'

i hate to say it but batfam are def "marvel characters" in that sense they are characters who are human but become superheroes unlike most dc characters who are gods trying to be human maybe this is why I like batfam

fair enough

#this is only like half of it #but at least you can get like a few answers #yanno fuck it #bataranswers #ask #asks #anon

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waywardtakami · 4 years ago

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- don't leave me

✦pairing: hawks x gn!reader

✦c/w: language, slight mha manga spoilers, 16+ only , angst

✦a/n: hello!! I'm very excited about this fic, it's my first gn one! It's been sitting in my wips for so long and I'm finally happy with it. hopefully people will still read this without there being smut. thank you! <3

✦summary: hawks gets hurt during a mission...

✦w/c: 2k

Keigo had left you again to fight in another mission. He had only been gone for a few days, but you wished he was with you instead. You missed him so much. He hadn't been physically by your side in so long, causing your heart to ache again. Times like these were practically torture. Waking up without him by your side was agonizing, but you were used to it.

His job was all-consuming and you knew him being away for large amounts of time would affect you when you committed yourself to this relationship. There was a constant worry for his life and maybe a little for your own.

You and Kei decided to keep your relationship as private as possible so no one would go after you. He didn't want anyone to kidnap or hurt you.

Even though his musk scent was flooded throughout your shared home, you still tried distracting yourself the best you could.

After making your favorite food, you plopped onto the couch and turned on the TV to try and take your mind off him.

As the TV flickered on, your boyfriend's face flashed across the screen. A gruff voice played over what was being shown. You assumed it was just something about his stats or a recent interview per usual. It didn't help the feeling in your heart subside by seeing him.

You changed the channel, again and again. But every channel had been taken over by the same broadcast. You eventually fixated and listened.

Your heart dropped.

Hawks had been accused of murder.

"Murder...?" you mumbled to yourself. "No..he...what?" Your heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to thump out of your chest. You were stuck in a pool of emotions of confusion and immense shock, it was like your head was on fire.

Dabi...one of the League of Villain members was behind this. All the information you received was from Keigo's colleagues and the media.

Keigo had been hurt bad...real bad.

The fact that you couldn't do anything about it had you overwhelmed and panicked. When you finally found out which hospital he was brought to through FatGum, you drove yourself there.

Of course he was brought to one one of the furthest ones from where you guys lived. On top of that, traffic was horrendous. With everything that had gone down, the citizens of the city were frantic and trying to get home to their families.

Your hands and entire body practically trembled while driving. Your eyes pricked with tears at the thought of Keigo's wounded state. "He's fine he's fine he's FINE!" You kept telling yourself over and over.

When you made it to the hospital, there was a large number of people in the waiting room. The sounds of people clamoring in and trying to get a room were deafening. You hurried over to the front desk.

"Hello Ma'am I need to see Hawks, he should be here." She wouldn't let you in his room. You wanted to see him, no you needed to see him. You started crying, pleading, begging for her to let you go in his room. But the front desk lady apologized and insisted he needed to rest and isn't accepting visitors.

You knew it was really because she probably thought you were just some fan of his. Or maybe even a reporter trying to sneak in photos. But no, you were his baby, his life, and they weren't going to let you in.

"I'M HIS DAMN PARTNER FOR GOD SAKES!" You yell while slamming your fist against the counter. You didn't realize how much impact you put into your fist until you felt pain in your hand. The waiting room goes almost quiet and heads turn to look at you. You glance back to see all the faces turned to you.

Your voice softens from embarrassment. "Please...just let me see him." Your fist still against the counter looking at the nurse with tears streaming down your face.

She stands up and moves closer, "I'm so sorry, I believe you…" She slides a clip board with a few papers attached. "...but we can't let you in just yet he's still recovering from his injuries, he needs to rest right now. Please fill these out while you wait." She looks back up with you with a faint smile. She really does believe you. She can see it in your eyes, the pain, she understood.

You release your hand, and pick up the clipboard. Looking at her on the other side of the counter you give her a face flustered nod and mouth a quick "thank you."

You go sit down comfortably in one of the empty chairs to wait for keigo to wake up...

The news of your wounded boyfriend was already half across Japan. After filling out the forms you scroll through your phone to calm yourself down. You kept seeing post after post about him. Almost all news headlines had his name.

You think to yourself about how much of it is all bullshit and that he's fine. Deep down you weren't sure if the words your brain kept telling you were true. You click on one of the posts about him that reads:

"THE NUMBER TWO PRO HERO DEAD"

Your heart skips a beat, but quickly you realize it's just a fake. You scroll through, lightly skimming the bullcrap you were reading. You scroll and see a photo taken of him the night he was brought to the hospital. You wonder how the press even got a photo of him. You focus on the photo, he does look dead. It only showed his upper body, completely covered in burns. More tears forming at the corners of your eyes just seeing him in the photo. Oh and his wings, his big bright vermilion wings...gone.

You were a complete mess at this point but your sniffles and choked sobs were interrupted by the front desk lady waving to you. "He's awake."

Quickly following her into the room you see him. As you stand in the doorway for a moment, your heart sinks. You hurry to him. He had bandages wrapped around his head. His hair was short and mostly singed off. And his wings...they really were gone. "I'll leave you two alone," the nurse walks out and closes the door behind her.

You turn back to him.

"Kei?" you whimpered out.

His half lidded eyes look at you. His formerly bright, charming and yellow pupils have become dark and filled with anguish. He was wearing a mask over his nose and mouth with two tubes coming from the sides of it. He couldn't speak or breath himself, due to his throat being burned.

Of course he knew it was you. Tears welled up deep inside and coursed down his cheeks. Seeing him like this had your body nauseas. You move to cup your hand on his face, feeling the material of his mask rather than his soft subtle skin. You graze your thumb against his cheekbone to wipe away his tears.

You pick up one of his hands to hold it in yours. "Kei….I'm so glad you're okay." You were sniffling through each word. He slowly raises his arm to point to the phone sitting on the table near his hospital bed. Handing it to him, you watch as his calloused fingers type out what he wants to say.

"Angel, I've missed you so much, please never leave my side." You faintly smile at him, wishing you could hear those words come from his mouth and not the AI voice.

"I won't leave you Keigo, I'm here, I won't go anywhere."

He types again. "I'm pretty beat up, but I think I'll make it."

Your ears focus on "think" for a moment. "Yes Kei you'll be fine, everything's gonna be okay. You felt a bit better being in his presence but you still couldn't bear the sight of him. Your eyes began to prick with tears once again and this time Kei was the one who bought his hand up to brush your tears away just like you did moments ago.

You try your best to wrap your arms around him without causing him anymore pain. You could feel him wince when you laid your head against his chest. "Sorry Kei I didn't mean to hur-" He waves his hand and shakes his head, signaling that it's okay.

Your body looked calm despite how tangled your mind was.There were many questions that flooded your mind. So many things you wanted to say. But you could worry about the details later. Right now you were finally with him again, there was no way you were letting him leave you ever again.

You were bent over, upper body on top of him at an awkward position. You didn't want to hurt him, so this had to work.

Despite the position, you took in the moment with your boyfriend. Feeling his chest slowly rise up and down. You close your eyes and imagine you were back home with him in bed. Just snuggling on a weekend afternoon, light shining in on him making his wings light up beautifully against the sun. His golden locks and glowing skin, his scent washing over your senses. Your warm bodies practically glued together. You wanted that again, you wanted everything back to normal.

He moved one of his scarred hands to your back, slowly rubbing up and down. He knew he wasn't going to make it. He was fighting so hard on the inside. So damn hard...for you. He didn't want to leave you, he couldn't. His mind wandered about the life he had planned to have with you.

He faintly smiled under the mask when he imagined you walking down the aisle...holding your first child...sitting in little rocking chairs growing old together. That's all he wanted.

Both of your tears never stopped. You were both silent. The only sounds to be heard were each other's quiet sniffles and the monitor Keigo was attached to, making a faint beep to his heart beat. Still laying on his chest, his breathing started to slow and so did the beeping, being lost in the moment you didn't notice really but he knew.

He waved his hand signaling for you to stand up and brought his hand to take off his mask. He couldn't hold on much longer. Every aching pain inside him felt like knives stabbing his insides and with each stab more time from his life was taken.

"Kei, you need to keep it on to breath, please." He shakes his head and takes it off anyways. The beeping still started to slow. The mask hung off the side of his face. His honeyed voice now husk from the burns.

"Baby...I love you so...so.." He coughs making him hiss at the pain.

"No..fuck..Kei stop, you're going to be okay just put the damn mask on."

"I'm too..far..gone, I have no more fight left."

Holding his jaw in your hands,your face inches from him. "No you have to stay strong for me, please don't leave me again, I can't do this without you."

"Kid...please...when I'm gone...find someone else and-

"NO- I ONLY WANT YOU!" You cry out, holding his head to your chest. Long-lasting sobs leaving your mouth.

"I love...you" His breathing is heavy from trying to speak. He needed to tell you this. He needed you to understand how much he loves you.

Moving his head from your chest. "I love you too...kiego." You manage to say through your choked sobs.

You move to have your lips brush his, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could inhale your breath, feel the warmth of your skin. He closes his eyes and connects his lips to yours. It was deep and passionate, like you were kissing him for the first time. You held one side of his face with one hand, and held his hand with the other.

But when you pull away, his eyes don't open. It's like that's all he wanted, no needed. One last kiss, one last touch. To feel you.

His breathing completely slows, and you're left with the prolonged beep of the monitor. He was gone. The man who was always too fast for his own good, had left you and the world too fast.

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peterrparrkerr · 3 years ago

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Moodboard for the series (don't judge me I usually do gifs, this was something new. Also, I could not get the collar to look right)

So I meant to upload this yesterday but I lost control of it and then got busy, so here's a little over 3k for you!

Also, tagging @snowstark because this is our baby. Ao3 version here!

Idk what to tag this. Dark themes, spanking, forced to choose a punishment, uuuh, not sure what else. Enjoy!

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Bucky knows when Peter is going to have a hard time adjusting to Tony being gone. It had been close to a year since Bucky started working for Tony, and he's gotten familiar with all of Peter's little quirks.

And he knows the slight pout Peter sports as he waits beside Bucky for Tony to come to the door, means Peter's going to be a slight handful.

But Bucky can handle the teenager. He's been in charge of Peter's safety for long enough. Aside from Tony, Bucky knows how to get Peter to do as he's told.

Tony comes down the stairs, suit tailored and travel bag in hand. "What a sight," he grins. "My pets waiting for me."

Bucky clenches his jaw at that, but he doesnt say anything. Peter though, steps up to the Superior nuzzling into Tony's chest.

"Don't go," Peter whined. Bucky watched with a familiar jealous rock in his gut, but he stays still.

"I'll be back in five days," Tony sighed, kissing the top of Peter's curly hair.

Peter's in a pair of soft blue jean shorts and a faded Yankees sweater, the bottom cut off to show off his midriff.

Tony pushes Peter back a little and smiles fondly down at him, fingers fixing the collar around his puppy's neck, little bell tinkling.

"You be good," Tony orders, leaning down to kiss Peter's pouty lips.

Peter sulks as Tony steps away, towards the door and closer to Bucky.

"I'll be back late," Tony hums, patting Bucky on the cheek. "I'll see you both when I get back."

And with that, Tony's gone. Bucky rubs at his cheek with a slight scowl. Its a new thing, Tony touching him. And Bucky doesn't like it.

Peter spins on his heels the moment the door is shut and storms off, making Bucky sigh explosively before making his way after him.

Alpine slows him down by weaving between his legs, meowing needily.

"Damn cat, go away," he snaps, nearly kicking the thing before remembering she's Peter's.

The door to Peter and Tony's bedroom slams and Bucky sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.

So it's going to be like this then. Bucky decides to let Peter wallow on his own. Sooner or later his emotions would get the best of him and he'd come out for comfort. Bucky wouldn't force him to before then.

Its the same song and dance. Peter cries when Tony's gone, he doesn't eat much, and just kind of sulks around the house.

If he were a real puppy, Bucky could just imagine him crying at the door with his tail tucked between his legs, looking extra pathetic.

It was during these days when Tony wasn't around that Peter got a little less obedient.

Most incidents Bucky kept to himself. Little scenes of Peter acting out of his emotions. Tony didn't need to be informed of everything.

The bigger incidences though was definitely taken to Tony. They hadn't had an incident in a while -not since Peter ran out and Bucky got shot.

Peter had been terrified after that, refused to leave the tower even with Buck and Tony there with him.

Tony had punished him good and hard for that -it still makes Bucky's stomach roll at the thought of Tony hitting Peter. Bucky still remembers how small he looked when Tony had guided him back into the penthouse.

His eyes all red, tear tracks down blushed cheeks. He had been trembling slightly. It had made Bucky sick to his stomach.

But Peter hadnt done it again. When Tony left, Peter stayed put.

"Peter, time to eat," Bucky called after knocking on the bedroom door. Peter had been locked in there for most of the two days so far Tony's been gone.

He sulks under his covers, and when he does come out, its with a pout. Something Bucky is used to.

"M'not hungry," comes Peter's petulant response through the door.

"Yes you are, pup," Bucky sighed. "Come on, out with you before I come in there."

"Said I wasn't hungry," Peter spoke, voice raising a little. Bucky cocks an eyebrow, then tries the handle of the door. Its locked.

"Peter, open this door."

"No," Peter said.

"You open this door or I'll kick it down," Bucky threatened. Peter's never locked his door before.

"Do it!" Peter snapped. "Then Tony'll be mad at you and send you to the basement!"

"Oh for fuck's sake," Bucky muttered under his breath.

"F.R.I.D.A.Y, override the lock for Peter's door," he says, looking up at the ceiling.

"I am sorry, but the lock is manual, it will have to be unlocked by Peter, Mr. Barnes."

Bucky growls, clenching his teeth.

"Open the door, Peter," he tries again.

"No."

"C'mon, pup, open up," Bucky sighed. He really didn't want to break down the door. What has gotten into Peter? He's never like this.

"Nuh-uh," Peter said. "Leave me alone."

"You know I can't do that, Pete," Bucky huffed.

"I don't need a babysitter," Peter called out. "I can take care of myself. Tony doesn't need you anymore."

"You've got five seconds and then I'm breaking the door down," Bucky said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

Peter says nothing. Bucky begins to count. He thinks Peter will crack when he reaches two, but the boy doesn't make a sound.

"Alright, last chance."

Nothing.

Bucky tries the handle once more before stepping back. He lowers his shoulder, ready to drive it into the wood before slamming into the door.

The frame splinters and the door slams into the wall with a deafening crack.

Peter jumps from his spot on the bed, eyes wide and mouth gaping in shock.

"What is going on with you, Peter?" Bucky demands, a little fed up with his behavior. "You've never acted like this before."

Peter's shock falls away to anger, eyebrows furrowing and arms crossing.

"Get out."

"No, you need to tell me why you're acting like a brat," Bucky demanded, crossing his own arms.

"M'not a brat," Peter snipped, little bell sounding as Peter turned his head away from Bucky, glaring at the wall.

"No? 'Cause you seem pretty bratty to me," Bucky challenged.

That gets Peter standing from the bed. "I'm not!"

"I'm not going to fight with a fucking child," Bucky muttered to himself. "Go into the dining room and eat your lunch."

Peter sets his jaw. Its cute. Little thing trying to be tough.

"I said I'm not hungry."

"Well, Tony wants you to eat," Bucky tries. Usually talking about what Tony wants would get Peter to do as he's told. But it doesn't work today.

So Bucky grabs Peter by the upper arm and pulls him out of the room. Peter grunts, digging his heels in, but he's small and doesn't have much muscle.

"Eat," Bucky demands, gesturing to the food he sits Peter down in front of.

Peter glares up at him, though its not as effective as he thinks with his pastel blue tshirt and matching collar.

"I hate you," Peter bites out.

"Good for you, now eat your God damn lunch before I force feed you."

To say the next three days is difficult is an understatement. Bucky has no idea why Peter's acting out the way he is, but he's had enough.

On the fourth day, Bucky actually swatted him! Peter looked up at him with wide eyes, mouth clicking shut. Bucky instantly felt sick, but he forced himself to stand his ground even as hurt and anger filtered through Peter's features.

"You hit me," Peter said. It made Bucky feel even worse, but he didnt back down.

"You're being bad," Bucky said. More anger filtered in, and Peter reached forward to try and shove him.

Bucky caught him by the wrists and Peter yelled loudly, beginning to flail.

"Peter, stop it!" Bucky snapped, pulling the pup in close and pinning him against his chest. He doesn't have room to thrash now.

"I hate you! I hate you!" Peter yelled. Bucky can hear the beginnings of tears in his voice. "I don't want you here! I want- I want Tony!"

Bucky holds Peter as he chokes on his tears, forcing Bucky to carry his weight when Peter stops holding himself up.

Bucky let's him cry it out, walking him to his bedroom. The door still wasn't fixed -Bucky didn't have time, what with Peter acting out.

He deposited Peter onto the bed. "You can come out when you're done being a brat," Bucky said shortly. Peter just fell to his side, wrapping his arms around a pillow and drawing up his legs.

Bucky walked out and flopped onto the couch, leaning his head back and staring up at the ceiling.

Maybe Tony would know what Peter's problem was. Just because he's never acted like this since Bucky moved in doesn't mean its never happened before.

Bucky's never been more glad when Tony arrives the next morning. He's exhausted. Tony -the perceptive bastard- notices right away when Bucky greets him at the elevator.

"What happened," Tony demanded. Bucky let out a sigh, shoulders slumping just a bit. He didnt like feeling like a whiner, and explaining to Tony what the past five days have been like definitely makes him feel it.

"I don't know whats gotten into him," he finishes with. He just wants to sleep for a couple days. He's never felt more like a babysitter than he does now.

"Oh, I do," Tony huffed. Bucky raised an eyebrow inquisitively. "He's jealous."

That throws Bucky for a loop. "Jealous? Of what?" He can't help but demand incredulously.

Tony smiles knowingly and lifts his hand, brushing his fingers over Bucky's jaw, pinching his chin and giving a little shake.

"Of you, pet," Tony hums, looking amused. "He's used to getting my full attention. I think he's feeling a bit misplaced."

Bucky lifts his head, pulling his chin free from Tony's grasp and taking a small step back.

"He's got no reason to be jealous of me," Bucky grunted.

"No?" Tony asked. "Lets go see our puppy then, hmm?"

Bucky frowns as Tony walks past him into the penthouse. Our puppy?

He quickly spins on his heels and follows after Tony. Theres a disapproved hum when Tony notices the door leaning against the door.

"Tony!"

Peter scrambles from the bed, rushing over to Tony and crashing into his chest. Bucky keeps his distance, hands clasped behind his back.

"I missed you."

"I'm sure," Tony hummed. "Bucky told me about your behavior while I was gone."

Bucky winces in sympathy at the tone Tony uses with Peter. The pup steps back from him, brows furrowing.

"I-"

"I don't want any excuses," Tony interrupted. Bucky watched as Peter's demeanor shifted. He knew he was in trouble, he could see it in the way Peter's shoulders slumped.

"Go wait for me in your room," Tony continued. "And when we're gone, we're going to have a talk."

"But, Tony‐" Peter began. Tony grabs him by the arm and yanks him towards the elevator that leads to the basement.

"Go," he snaps, features twisting into a look of anger. Bucky holds his ground, but he wants to rush back out of Tony's line of fire.

Peter shrinks at the tone. He doesn't try again, just makes his way to the elevator, like a dog scurrying out of trouble with his tail between his legs.

"Are you really going to punish him?" Bucky asked, following Tony towards the elevator Peter had just disappeared through. "If he's just acting out of jealousy-"

"His acting out got me a broken door and a puppy with an attitude problem," Tony said. "I brought you here to take care of him while I'm away. His behavior hindered that and that won't do."

Bucky follows Tony into the elevator. He doesn't say anything, just stands beside Tony, watching the floors pass in glowing numbers above the doors.

When they reach the basement floor, the doors open and Tony steps out, already heading for the door that leads to Peter's room.

"Come on, pet," Tony calls over his shoulder. Bucky's legs work without him, taking him out of the elevator and into the main room.

"I'm not a pet," Bucky grunted. Tony glances over his shoulder, smirking. His blue eyes shining with amusement.

"I beg to differ," Tony hummed, before reaching a hand out and clasping Bucky by the back of the neck.

Bucky allows the Superior to pull him closer as they make their way to the door.

Buck decides not to argue the issue. Better to keep on Tony's good side.

Tony opens the door, and Bucky's eyes widen at the sight of Peter on the bed, naked. Hes on his elbows and knees, pert little ass up in the air.

He's hidden his face in his arms, and doesn't realize Bucky is here with Tony.

"He does paint a pretty picture, doesn't he?" Tony murmurs lowly, arm still wrapped around Bucky's shoulders, nosing at Bucky's jaw.

"I can leave," Bucky says lowly, glancing from Peter to Tony.

"No, I want you here," Tony decides, shutting the door. Bucky chews on his inner cheek, staying close to the door as Tony walks over to the wall of -Bucky feels his stomach drop. He doesn't know if he can watch this.

"M'sorry," Peter whines, turning his head to see Tony at the wall.

"I know you are," Tony said, looking over the items hanging on the wall. Bucky's never seen so many switches and floggers before.

"But that doesn't change the fact that you were a bad puppy."

Peter's breath hitches and he hides his face again. Bucky watches Tony pick out a flat leather paddle from the wall. One of the less intimidating items hanging on the wall.

"How many hits do you think he deserves?" Tony says, catching both Peter and Bucky off guard. Peter's head turns, wide eyes locking onto him before he seems to shrink, hiding his face away again, but not leaving the position Tony most likely trained him to be in.

It takes Bucky a moment to realize Tony was talking to him, and he blinks, looking over at the Superior. "What?"

"You had to deal with his poor behavior for five days, so you decide his punishment," Tony said.

Bucky looks wide eyed at Peter, pale and naked except for the baby blue collar around his neck. He shakes his head.

"Come on, pet," Tony goads. "What does he deserve?"

Bucky hears Peter whimper at that and he feels his skin crawl. He shakes his head again, feeling sick. "I can't."

Tony's mouth drops in a frown, looking disappointed. Bucky doesn't care. He can't.

"Fine," he hums. "Then fifty hits."

Peter lifts his head, breath hitching and tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Ten for each day."

Bucky feels his throat closing up.

"N-no," Peter sobbed. "No, please, Tony!"

Tony looks at Bucky, challenging glint in his Extremis blue eyes. "Bucky doesn't want to choose, so I'm chosing for him, puppy."

Peter turns to look at Bucky, pleasing with a trembling breath.

Bucky digs his nails into his palms. He looks from Peter to Tony, then back to Peter.

If Bucky chooses a lower number, Tony may not agree to it. But Bucky doesn't want Peter being hit -especially in front of him.

"Twenty," he manages to say, unsticking his throat. His voice is tense, body rigid and hands clasped behind him. Outwardly, he looks calm and collected, but inside he wants to do nothing but run out of the basement.

Tony doesn't say anything for a moment, and Bucky's sure its just as long for Peter as it is for him.

"Alright, twenty it is," Tony agrees. Bucky feels the muscles in his shoulders unwind a little at that.

"Count them out, pup."

Its the worst few minutes of Bucky's life. He served tours over seas. He's killed people with his bear hands and lost an arm, and he'd go through all of that ten times if it meant he didn't have to be in the same room as Tony and Peter right now.

Each smack has Bucky's pulse spiking, each sobbed out count down like agony. Its a punishment all its own to be forced to stand by while Peter cries, the loud smack of leather on skin filling the room.

The worst thing is Bucky is the reason he's got twenty spanks in the first place. Sure, its less than fifty, but he's still the one who offered a number.

Bucky doesn't even care anymore about Peter's behavior. He just wants Tony to stop.

Peter's ass is just as red as his face, and his breath hitches on cries, but the boy doesn't move. Bucky has no doubt if he had, the punishment would be far worse.

"Twen-twen'y," Peter finally gasps out wetly, dropping onto the bed.

Bucky restrains himself from rushing over there and scooping the boy up. His nails dig painfully into his palms.

He watches Tony do it instead. Watches as Tony's hand turns soft, scooping Peter up and settling him onto his lap, careful of his poor bottom.

Tony smooths Peter's curls from his forehead, muttering lowly against Peter's cheek as the boy cries, arms lifting to wrap around Tony's shoulders.

Tony glances up at Bucky and nods. "Come here, pet."

Bucky's too concerned with Peter to argue the pet name. He makes his way over to the bed in three long strides and sits down beside Tony and Peter.

Peter peeks out from Tony's neck, eye red rimmed. His breath hitches.

"M'sorry, Bucky," he cries, voice reedy and wobbling with tears.

"Thats alright, Pete," Bucky said softly.

Peter tucks himself back into Tony's neck, allowing the Superior to smooth his hands up and down Peter's bare back.

"Go with with Bucky, pup," Tony says a moment later, once Peter's tears have tapered off a little. Bucky's eyes widen at that, but he can't do much else, because Peter's crawling out of Tony's lap and settling into his own.

Bucky doesn't know what to do. He's wearing cargo pants, and he can't help but worry they're too rough for Peter.

And then he's stuck on the fact that he's got a very naked Peter in his lap. The boy leans into Bucky's chest, head resting on his shoulder.

Bucky settles a hand on Peter's lower back -as low as he dares- and rubs circles into his skin.

"I think its time we had a little talk," Tony said, looking first at Peter, then at Bucky.

#marvel #tony stark #peter parker #bucky barnes #sim!tony #my writing #ao3 #human puppy #starker #winterironspider

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riverkloss · 4 years ago

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My entry for @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie for her 500 challenge! My twist on Hansel and Gretel! Plus I made a moodboard which is super nice if I say so myself. ❤

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I hated the dress, it was pretty but the way it hung on my body, the color, for what it stood for.

Purity, Marriage, to be chained down to a man, one I didn't love.

Harold's mother Mary was fixating on my hair, near pulling it out at the roots, I fought back the winces, at one point I thought about turning around and grabbing her hair to yank it out of her scalp.

She was tall, thin, she reminded me of a spider, her dark hair pulled into a bun, neat and tightly. A dark dress as if she was in mourning, I was.

She was acting as if I was her porcelain doll to dress up, one without a mind.

The reflection was haunting me, this girl staring back at me. Blank eyes, a trembling lip. It didn't look like me, she looked like a stranger, she looked lost.

Mary yanked again at my roots while braiding my hair, a burning pain running alongside my scalp, I hissed in pain. "Stop moving." She scolded me as if I was a child, I huffed out a breath of anger.

Hero's head perked up watching carefully with those big brown eyes of his, alerted and waiting. He was a very intimidating looking dog, but a big baby to me. He was a mutt, half sure he was a German Shepherd, and a Husky, his eyes always on me watching everything I did.

The last of his litter, the runt. Once I got him he grew and grew, he seemed to get bigger everyday.

My best and only friend.

"Is that what you have packed?" Her voice had a distasteful tone. I turned my head to follow her gaze on my trunk, a box full of books neatly stacked on top.

"Yes, May I ask why?"

I looked at her confused, I shifted the front of my body towards her, relieved that my hair was free of the clutches of her fingers.

"You won't be needing all those books, you won't have time to read once you have children." Her eyes look for an imperfection in my face, ready to fix it.

A sickening feeling turns my stomach. I will have to lie in bed with him, have his children.

The thought makes me ill.

"We need the money." The sentence my mother told me runs in my head.

"You should feel grateful for marrying my son." She states, her lip almost upturning in a snarl.

I want to tell her that her son is a pig, a ugly little repulsive pig with his head up her ass, the words die in my throat, I felt incapacitated by my own words, my mind, constantly double thinking over myself.

"Tell your husband that my dog likes to sit in the front seat." It felt good to push back even the slightest at her.

"Didn't your mother tell you? The mutt isn't coming with you, Harold has never been fond of dogs or any pets, dirty things." Those words pushed me back more, I actually let out a laugh in disbelief.

"I've seen dirtier." I smirked at her, I watched her open her mouth to say something as her face switched to spite.

"Mary? The guests are arriving." I hear her husband call out from behind the closed door.

Her hateful gaze doesn't intimidate me.

If anything it fuels me more.

"You best pray to God before the ceremony." Is all she says before she leaves me alone.

I bite back the untasteful words to tell her to shove God up her ass.

I turn my body towards my mirror once again, laying my palms flat on my vanity, so many emotions running through me.

Alone.

There was no stirring through the house, everyone was outside in the front of the house, my chance was open, and I was a fool if I stayed, lived in misery.

I was a fool to take it too, but a free fool was better than one who had none and was still a fool at the end of the day.

I needed a sign. A sign from any of the gods, I pleaded to any of them who would listen.

Then I heard the chime of bells, from the windchime against my window. There it was.

The last gaze I had in the mirror, at the girl who had the glint of a spark in her stormy eyes, a soft smile on her lips.

I darted for my carry bag, shifting my books off my trunk and stuffing clothes in, the few dollars I had, along with the few books I could take, feeling a loss for the others I had to leave behind.

"Let's go, Hero." I waved my hand, he sprinted up quickly to follow behind me, as I moved through the house quickly and quietly, to the kitchen. I opened the back door, the warmth of the spring air hitting me, as I stepped out the door. Hero was at my side as I closed the door behind me.

I turned my head, and my Uncle was leaning against the house smoking a cigarette, he looked at me, panic ran through my body.

And as I thought my freedom was vanishing through my fingers.

"Keep to the trail." He nodded to the woods, he took a deep inhale of his cigarette.

A breath of relief escaped my chest.

"Thank you."

He waved a hand. "See you later, Kid."

I smiled softly. "See you later."

I knew there wasn't a later, but it was better that way than saying goodbye.

The woods were only steps away, and I ran for life, for freedom.

I was a free fool.

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Dark clouds came overhead, the night rolling in as the sun went down, the birds quieting.

My legs were heavy and burning, and Hero kept at my side, patiently.

"Are you lost?" A smoky voice says, making me jump with a gasp, my heart felt like it was going to pop from my chest.

I turned my body towards the trees. A tall man stepped out of the tree line, but didn't step on the trail, his hair was dark, braided and shaved at the sides, scuff lining his boyish features. I noticed a small birthmark on his cheek near his nose. He looked familiar, but I couldn't put my finger on it. He was quite handsome.

"No, I'm not lost." I stated confidently. Hero didn't react to him, which was odd because Hero didn't like strangers. It made me slightly uneasy.

He perked up a dark brow at me, a charming smirk.

"Are you sure?" He was looking at my dress, his smirk getting slightly bigger.

"I would think you would be at a wedding."

I held onto my bag tightly, ready to strike first if it came that way.

"You should know that they are waiting for you at the end of the trail, they thought they would let you walk to defeat." He turns his head briefly to look down.

My face morphs in surprise for a moment, but it's something that my mother would do. That I believe.

"Why are you telling me?"

He bite his tongue with his sharpest canines.

"You're pretty."

I scoffed. I knew what I looked like, yes I was pretty, but men didn't want wives that outweighed them, or intimidated them.

Weak men.

"I know a way off the trail, one you won't get caught."

I pressed my lips together.

"How can I trust you when I don't know you, you're a stranger in my eyes.

"My name is Hvitserk, now we aren't strangers." He smiled at me.

He outstretched his hand for me to take, but I was still weary of him.

"If you try anything Hvitserk, I will let my dog tear you apart." I stated.

I reached for his hand, and he helped me step from the trail into the treeline, Hero followed and began walking in front of us.

"I'm curious, why did you run away, was the husband-to-be grotesque?" He is toying with something in his pocket and pulls out a few wild berries, he pops one into his mouth.

I laughed at that. "I don't want to be held down in a loveless, freedomless marriage, I want more."

He nods, listening to every word, while popping berries into his mouth.

"My father is pushing us boys to find wives, he is more in the old ways about it, stealing a woman and taking her to the underworld." I laugh a little at the underworld part.

"Like Hades and Persephone?"

He raises his eyebrows at me.

"You know that story?"

"I've always liked that story, My parents hated when I read books like that, they thought it would tamper with my mind." I whirl my finger around my temple.

"He stole her away, but they actually loved each other, he treated her with equality and respected her, never cheated on her, or had stray eyes for another, he would destroy the world if she asked." I continued.

He held out his hand to offer me a red berry and plucked one with my finger. I put the berry in my mouth, it was so sweet and ripe against my tongue, almost a cinnamon hint to it.

"If you asked me, I would too."

I playfully rolled my eyes, taking another berry, then another.

"Though my Mother doesn't want to admit it, I think she went willingly as well."

"Oh?" I peer at Hero who is still walking ahead. I paid little attention to what he said, but I should have.

"She ate the berries my Father offered to her, and she became tied to the underworld."

I stare at him like he's grown two heads.

And my gaze goes to the berry in my fingers,

Red and plump, I feel drunk all of a sudden and light like I am floating.

He curls himself around me, and I gasp.

"I think Cerberus will be glad to see his son again." He chimes.

He holds onto my full hip with a heavy grasp.

"I'm sure you'll give me sons too." His gaze darkens on me, he leans down to my lips and my heart feels heavy.

He presses his lips to mine, and I'm engulfed in hellfire.

Maybe being in the Underworld won't be so bad.

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kerie-prince · 4 years ago

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We're Worlds Apart (8)

Draco Malfoy x American No-Maj!reader

series m.list | general m.list | previous chp

warnings: mentions of smoking, mentions of death

summary: Draco Malfoy is a pureblood wizard. Magic runs through his veins and has been since his birth. You're a Wiccan No-Maj; a non-magical being with ordinary blood through your veins, but practices what you call magick. And this very practice upsets your neighbor.

a/n: god, i had MAJOR writers block for this chapter. i almost got lost in the direction i wanted this series to go and i'm still figuring out a way on how to not let this drag out too long. i'm debating on adding this to wattpad but i don't know how to make aesthetically pleasing cover art so if anyone could teach a bitch how, lmk ✋🏼😩

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Blaise has been acting differently than usual. Not that you had too many complaints considering that you hardly knew him. Better words would be that from the short time you knew him, he started acting different. What was once two nights a week turned into him staying with you almost everyday.

It was kind of annoying, actually. He was here to see Draco, not some random person he just met.

One morning, he got up early and tried to make breakfast, but he had no idea how to work any of the muggle items so rather than your alarm on your bed stand you woke up to the smoke alarm.

You woke up feeling groggy but had a pleasant soreness on your inner thighs. Before you even brushed your hair or teeth, you rushed as much as you could to see what was going on in your house. When you stepped into your kitchen, your toaster was on fire and there was smoke everywhere. Blaise was just standing by it scratching his head. It woke you right up; you ran to your small laundry room and snatched the fire hydrant.

After you put the fire out, you turned to Blaise, “What the hell happened?”

“I guess now would be a bad time to ask you to make breakfast?” He didn't really show that he was sorry. Maybe on the inside he was, but would it kill him to show it? You rubbed the temple of your nose bridge to smooth out the growing headache. Now you have to buy a new toaster and make food for this man.

The bell rang through your house in the early morning. You set the fire hydrant on the counter and walked to the front door to see who it was that was outside. Probably, no, hopefully Theo coming to pick his best friend up to take him out to go anywhere else that wasn't your house.

Fate was decidedly not on your side today. The person that stood on your porch was none other than your mother. “Ma? What are you doing here?”

“Don’t be rude, baby,” she let herself in just like she used to walk into your room when you were younger living in her house. She looked around and had a scrunched up look. “Y/N, what is burning?”

Just when the situation couldn't get any worse, Blaise walked out to the living room also assuming Theo was here to see him. It donned on you now that Blaise was shirtless and his pajama silk bottoms were sitting dangerously low on his hips. You were glad that he was wearing underwear or else your mother would see more than she needed to.

Blaise stood shockingly still and wasn't sure what to do, so he just did the first thing that came to mind. “Hello, I'm Blaise. Nice to meet you,” he held his hand out for your mother to shake.

She stood with a look of horror on her face and kept her hands to her side. As if it was natural, she gave you a disapproving look before looking back at the man in your house. Blaise retracted his hand and looked at you, “I'll just be at Draco’s then.”

You nodded and stayed with your mother as he put on his shirt in your room and left. “Y/N… what are you doing?”

“I could ask you the same thing. Isn't it a long ride from Boston?” you sassed.

“Don't give me that. I wanted to come see you and… and I wanted to say that I’m sorry.” You could tell that it was really hard for her to say the last bit. “I shouldn't have acted the way I acted on Thanksgiving.”

“What happened, ma?” you asked with your arms crossed, “I know it's not because of Stephanie also practicing Wicca. And if it is, then I really don't understand.”

“I just… why are you still doing this? All of this? I get that you wanted to be closer to your grandmother so I let you do whatever you wanted–”

“You let me? You make it sound like this is some hobby!” you yelled.

“IT IS A HOBBY,” she animated with her arms, “Y/N, you are 26 years old. When are you going to move on?”

“This is ridiculous, I need you to leave,” you began to escort your mother out of your house. “No, I’m staying. This was my house–”

“No, it was Grandma’s house and now it’s mine. Goodbye, mother,” you closed the door in her face and turned against it to lean on your back. Your face was in your hands and you wanted to scream.

You checked the time on your oven and saw you still had 45 extra minutes to do whatever you wanted before you had to get ready to open the store. Since Blaise has been over everyday and you haven't opened up to him about your practice, you wanted to spend extra time to soothe all the negative and stressful energy that was building up inside you.

The closet hadn't been opened in a few days and once you were facing all your herbs, crystals, and oils, you immediately felt better.

“It's been a while, girls,” you spoke to yourself. You grabbed some oils, a sage and crystals to get ready. And you had lots of work to do.

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“Alright, you are good to go,” Draco released a child with their parents. Work has since died down since the huge fiasco earlier in the month. There was still the question as to who and why it all happened, but he decidedly let it go for now.

Recently, he's been getting closer with you with small chats every now and then since the day in Manhattan. Draco deemed you as now ‘okay’ in his book. Your chats were simple but not bad.

One thing that for sure was odd was Blaise suddenly staying there every night. He never got an explanation, nor has he ever asked him. Blaise was acting kind of strange, but Draco liked to think it was due to being homesick.

Thirteen hours had passed and Draco’s day would finally come to an end. Ian and Ashley asked him if he'd like to join them on a drink, but he declined. Theo called him and let him know that Blaise was home, so he was going to drink with the two of them. He had yet to introduce his work friends with his best friends and was planning to before they went back to London.

As he pulled up home, he saw you sitting alone on your porch. You had a stoic look on your face and had a cigarette in between your fingers. Draco didn't think you smoked at all. He has never seen you do it once in the months living next to you.

He figured he’d just be a good neighbor and say hello. He walked over and knocked on the wooden porch to gain your attention. You were pulled out of whatever thought you were in the middle of and looked at him. “Oh, hi,” you greeted without your usual enthusiasm.

Draco went through his coat pockets for his own pack and pulled one out. He then realized that he didn't have one of those muggle lighters and tried to figure out how to light his smoke without magic like he usually did.

To you, it seemed that he just forgot a lighter so you pulled out yours and gestured for Draco to come closer. He leaned in and accepted it, “I didn't know you smoked.”

You chuckled to yourself, “Yeah, I uh, quit a year ago.”

Draco raised an eyebrow, “You don't look like you quit.” He took a couple puffs of his cigarette and looked out on the street. You took a particularly long puff and slowly let the smoke out of your lips, “Well, when you have a mom like mine, you start up old habits again.”

“You’ve never met my father,” Draco commented under his breath, “She seemed nice when I met her.”

“She's nice to everyone but her own daughter,” you rolled your eyes. You let your cigarette out and almost started another one, but something stopped you. You leaned back into your chair and closed your eyes.

“Have you two always fought?” Draco asked. You kept at your position but opened your eyes. You gave it some thought before eventually nodding ‘yes’. “What about your father?”

The question seemed to have affected you; your eyes started getting glossy and your bottom lip quivered. Draco noticed. Should I not have asked that?

“He passed away when I was 12,” you sounded like your breath was cut short. Your hands reached up to cover your eyes and wipe away any tears before they could fall down.

As much as Draco and Lucius never saw eye to eye, he couldn't really imagine losing his father. Sure, Lucius was harsh on his son and always compared him to Potter, but Draco still cared about him. And he knew that Lucius loved him in his own way. Maybe you weren't all that different.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Draco consoled. You stood up to go inside. The weather was cold and your cashmere sweater wasn't doing you any good. “Thank you.” Draco let his cigarette out and told you ‘Good night’ before leaving.

Stepping down, he looked back and called for you, “Y/N.” You hadn't closed the door yet, so you looked back with your door held by your hand, waiting for whatever Draco had to say. “If you ever need to talk… I'm right next door.”

It surprised you to say the least. But it unexpectedly made you warm on the inside. “Thank you, Dray.” He nodded and waved before going home.

Inside, Theo sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen eating leftovers from the night before and Blaise was going through the Daily Prophet. “How was work?” the latter friend asked.

“Alright. Good to see you here for once,” Draco greeted. Blaise laughed without taking his eyes off the paper, “Can't a man be with his girlfriend before he leaves?”

“Ha, is that what you two are?” Theo teased from across the room with his mouth stuffed, “Look at Blaise; he finally settled down. Hell has officially frozen over.”

Blaise listed one hand to flip off Theo. Draco, however, felt a churn in his stomach. It was weird to hear Blaise call you his girlfriend. No one has gotten Blaise to call them that, but somehow you did it.

He wasn't really sure Blaise even knew what it meant to have a girlfriend, or even how to be a boyfriend. He never asked what they did knowing that he'd get endless teasing.

Draco grumbled to himself and went to his room. He changed into comfortable clothes and right when he was about to join Theo in the kitchen, he looked at his window for a moment. He peeked through his window and saw you through yours.

You sat on your bed with your legs up to your chest and your arms wrapped them close. Your face had no expression on it, but considering the conversation less than an hour ago, one could assume that you were sad.

“You fancy her, don't you?” Blaise surprised Draco, making the blond jump. “Merlin, Blaise, don't do that.”

“Well?” Blaise stood against the open door with arms and legs crossed. Draco rolled his eyes and walked towards the door, but Blaise didn't budge from his position. “I don't fancy anybody, now move.”

“I don't care if you do. But I do care when you lie to me. And yourself,” Blaise’s tone was threatening.

“Shouldn't you fancy her? She's your girlfriend,” Draco matched his tone. “Besides, if she was, shouldn't you be pissed if I did?”

“I do fancy her, but I'm not the one living next to her. Eventually, I'm leaving,” Blaise reminded his best friend. “So do us the favor and figure out whatever it is you want, or I'll find a reason to stay.” With that, Blaise left to his shared room and slammed the door.

What in Salazar is his deal? Draco thought. He walked up to his fridge and rummaged through all the containers of leftover food. I really need to learn how to cook.

Theo was still eating when he started talking, “Blaise has been pissy all day. What you reckon is his deal?”

“‘M gonna guess there's trouble in paradise and she's sick of him,” Draco jokes. His eyes land on the Chinese food from a couple nights ago and warms it up with his wand.

“Hm, as if,” Theo commented. He cleaned his mess up when he finished and turned to Draco. “Night, mate. Fingers crossed he doesn't yell at me and I have to sleep on the couch.”

“Night,” Draco replied and sat down on one of the high chairs. He thought a lot about you telling him about your father. He sat and wondered if you told Blaise. Maybe you even opened up to him about your… craft? Draco didn't know what to call it yet.

But he figured that if you did, Draco would be the first person Blaise would tell. And seeing as even Theo, the biggest mouth between the three, hasn't said anything, then that meant that you probably hadn't told Blaise.

And for a quick second, passing just as quickly as it came, he wondered if you would tell him first.

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It was currently December 18th. Your dad's birthday. Usually you'd ride with your mother to his stone in Boston, but seeing as your latest argument was bothering you, staring at photos of him was going to be enough today.

You hardly remembered much about him since you were young, but you remember the good moments and some of the bad. The bad being the last of his days. His cancer was strong as it was caught too late by doctors.

The store was closed today per usual. You never had it opened on his birthday. Blaise was also at Draco's house. You'd ask him to have the day to yourself and when he asked why, you didn't explain.

Your door bell rang and you groaned, hoping it wasn't your mother again.

"Hey," your brother greeted you. "Y/B/N, hey. Come in, you're probably freezing." Inside, he took his jacket off and hung it on your coat rack. He sat on the couch and your cat ran to sit on his lap. "Sometimes, I think she likes you more than me," you chuckled as your brother gave her head strokes and she purred loudly.

"How come you're by yourself? We missed you today," your brother asked. You sat beside him and closed the photo book. "I didn't feel like fighting with mom again today."

"Y/N/N, I know she's hard to handle, but she needed you today," he reached out for your hand and squeezed it. "I needed you, too."

"Well, she has a funny way of showing it," you stared into nothing. You rested your head on his shoulder and wrapped your throw blanket over your shoulders. "Sometimes, I almost forget what he's like. His laugh, how he made Ma smile. How he smelled," you started.

Your brother was 8 when your dad died, so his memory was limited. But he still remembers how much he loved him. You both sat in silence, hands locked and the only sound being your cats purring.

"Mom told me you have a boyfriend. That true?" he asked.

"I don't know. Maybe? He hasn't said anything, and he leaves after New Years, so maybe not," you half-explained. What was Blaise to you? Did he feel anything when you were together? Was it just physical? You didn't know, and you never asked.

"Well, if he breaks your heart, I don't care where he lives. I'm beating his ass," your brother commented. You hit his shoulder and he laughed. "How's Steph? I haven't been able to call her," you asked.

"Oh. Um, we're taking a break." Your brother sounded sad. You sat up and looked at your baby brother. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I think Mom just spooked her. But I'll get her back," he sounded only partly sure of himself. You nodded and rested back on his shoulder. He stayed for a few hours; watched a movie and had dinner before he left back for Boston to see your mom once more.

When he left, you sat in your room and lit up some incense to calm your nerves. Out your window, Draco's curtains were closed as usual. Something inside you wanted to talk to someone that wasn't your brother, Blaise, or even Miranda and Bianca.

It wasn't that Draco wasn't the best of friends, but you had an indescribable pull towards him, and you wondered if it was the same for him.

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writteninkat · 4 years ago

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vii - stargazing idiots

word count - 2,854

warnings - reader goes through what is caused by past trauma, mentions of death, mentions of murder

"Angels like you can't fly down hell with me. I'm everything they said I would be."

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Right after All Might showed up, your body gave up on you and Tsuyu and Izuku had to help keep you up. Your eyelids felt heavier than ever and your head felt like it was going to burst. Your breathing is ragged and the last thing you see is Aizawa's bloodied body before darkness swallows you hole.

It's cold. So very cold.

You open your eyes only to be greeted by a never ending darkness. You feel like you're floating in water.

"Y/n." You hear his all too familiar voice. It's deep, if you could feel it it would feel like rubbing against sandpaper, it's also very cold and a sound that's void of any emotion.

"You did this to me." All of a sudden, Aizawa is standing in front of you, face bloodied and brusied, arms broken and turned to numerous directions. "Why are you so weak?!" He yells as tears begin streaming down your face.

You curl your body, placing your hand on your ears to try and block out your teacher's voice, but it's as if they're everywhere. They're around and inside you.

"I died because of you!" Aizawa yells, gis voice echoing inside your head. "The nomu didn't kill me, you did! You are a murderer! It's because you're so weak that I died!"

You scream, your body feeling immense pressure as hot tears stream down your face. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" You yell.

"You killed me. You can never be a hero. You are a murderer, you hear me! I murderer!" You open your eyes, your body shaking as you watch his hand about to grab you.

"I'm not a murderer!" You yell, your eyes opening to the sight of a white ceiling. "Y/n! Calm down! It's just a nightmare!" You hear his gruff voice beside you, it always managed to calm you down. As you turn your head to face him, Katsuki can't help but feel his heart break at the sight of your cheeks wet with tears and eyes red and puffy.

"Suki..." You sob, your body immediately being pulled into a warm hug as Katsuki whispers shushes into your ear. His hand strokes your hair as his arms tigten around you. "It's okay, just let it all out. Cry to me. I'm right here."

Your loud sobs and yelling fill the rooms, even alerting some of the nurses but Katsuki motions for them to leave you two alone.

Your heart feels like it's being crushed and it feel difficult to breathe. Despite this, you don't want Katsuki to let you go. You don't want his familiar warmth to leave your side, not now when you're feeling especially vulnerable.

When your sobs quiet down, Katsuki slowly pulls away, looking into your eyes. "Hey, hey, it's okay. I'm here." He shushes, wiping away your tears as his eyes analyze yours.

"You're okay. What made you cry out like that?" He asks, thumb caressing your cheek softly. You place a hand on his wrist, melting into his touch as you closed your eyes, letting your tears fall.

"Aizawa sensei... He... I killed-"

"We heard Y/n was yelling. What's wrong?!" Midnight barges in, making you immediately turn to her. Behind her she has Present Mic and someone else who's wrapped up in bandages.

Your eyes widen, "Aizawa... sensei..." You mutter, the bandaged-up person tilting his head to the side. "Yes? Are you okay, Y/n?"

Tears fill your eyes again, but this time, there's no longer weight on your shoulders or heart and it feels much easier to breathe. You start sobbing once again, Katsuki looking lost and confused as to what he's supposed to do.

"You're not dead!" You sob, "I thought I killed you- hic- because I was too weak!" You cry out, using your knuckles to wipe away your tears only for them to be replaced by new ones.

"I thought I became a murderer-hic-because I was too weak to protect you, and you died because of me!" You don't even notice Aizawa walking up to you. Despite his bandaged state and the casts he has on both arms, he pulls you into a slightly awkward hug. You wrap your arms around his torso, careful not to hurt him with it.

"Why are you carrying such a burden? Why do you have such thoughts, little girl?" Aizawa asks, his tone hurt. "I have these injuries because I chose to protect you, my students. If I ever get hurt, never, and I mean never blame yourself for it."

You bury your face onto his chest, tears rolling at his words. "Heroes go through stuff like these every time. We sacrifice ourselves to protect the weak and also to keep the peace. In your journey to becoming a hero, you will encounter many situations like these, some are even more worse. But just remember my words-" he pushes you softly, looking down at your swollen eyes. "-have courage, have faith on yourself and the people around you. Trust in them to prevail through just like how you will. Remember that we are all strong because we are heroes but that doesn't mean we have to carry all the burden by ourselves. Be good to yourself and let go if you need to. You're only sixteen, it's okay to act like a child sometimes."

You never thought you'd hear those words from your homeroom teacher who always seemed so indifferent, but at the end of the day, he truly does care about his students from the bottom of his heart.

"Good evening, visiting hours ended five minutes ago. Only miss L/n's guardian if allowed to stay with her." A nurse knocks on your open door, catching everyone's attention.

"I'll be her guardian-" Katsuki cuts off Midnight's words, "Not so fast. I'm her guardian."

"None of you are my guardians." You sigh, "It's been a tiring day and I just want you all to rest. Especially you guys, Aizawa sensei and Katsuki." You move to lay on your bed, but Katsuki raises you a questioning brow.

"What do you mean long day? You've been out for two days." Your eyes widen at his words. You turn to look at the teachers and they all giving knowing nods. "Wait- so does that mean-" You point at Katsuki who rolls his eyes, "Yes, dumbass. I've been watching over you this whole time." At the realization of his words, Katsuki turns away to hide his blush and yet again, fails to notice the red tips of his ears.

"Anyway, the doctors say that you'll be discharged tomorrow morning so you can-" You cut of Aizawa, "Finally go back to school!" You sigh, stretching your arms out and then letting out a sigh.

"I was going to say stay home and rest but if that's what you want then I won't stop you. Bakugou." Katsuki turns around, his face and ears no longer flushed and is back to it's natural scowling state. "I'm not sure how or why your parents allowed you to stay here at the hospital but I'm glad at least someone is taking care of her. There are many qualified pros scouting this area especially at night so you two can rest easy."

With one last nod, the teachers all walk away, bidding the two of you good night. The door closes and you reach over to take your phone from the bedside table, unlocking it. Your eyes widen at the sight of forty-seven missed calls from your mom and just as many number of unread text messages.

"Your mom was called by the school about your situation and assured her that you were alright, but I guess that didn't stop her from blowing up your phone." Katsuki says, eyes on the apple he's peeling.

"Sorry about that, I bet you didn't get enough sleep with all the calling." Your eyebrows knit together in cringe as you force out a smile to which Katsuki shakes his head at. "Your mom is probably the one who didn't get any sleep at all. You should call her and ensure to her that you're alright." He points the knife at your phone before returning back to peeling the apple.

You call your mother in facetime and it rings twice before she answers. "Y/n oh my god! Are you alright, baby?! No, don't answer that. I'm on my way there right now-"

"Mom, what do you mean on your way- here in Japan?" Your eyes scan her background, heart falling to your stkmach as you recognize the airport.

"Hold on! Stop, stop! Mom! You have work back there in the states, you can't come to Japan."

"But you're hurt-"

"Mom," You sigh, "Look, I'm sorry for worrying you. But I swear, I'm fine. Just a few bruises and scrapes but what's a hero without scars, am I right?"

Your mom looks like she stopped walking as she sends you a wordied expression to which you smile reassuringly at her. "I'm fine, mom. Don't worry about me. I'll be able to take care of myself."

"But who's taking care of you in the hospital? I'm going there right now and-"

"Mom, even if you did come here now, I'll be discharged by the time you get here. Plus-" you look at Katsuki who's busy slicing the apples into little slices, designing them to look like bunnies. "-Someone's already taking care of me here. I'll be fine."

Your mother sighs, defeated as you watch her turn around. "Just- stay safe okay? I don't have anyone else."

"I know, mom. I love you so much."

"I love you more, my baby girl."

The two of you pucker your lips for a kiss before ending the call. You lean your back onto your now inclined bed, looking down at the bunny slice Katsuki is offering you. He still has that glare in his eyes, but if you look into them even more, they're much more softer. You take the slice from his fingers, letting out a soft thank you before taking a bite.

"When you blamed yourself a while ago." He starts, making you flinch at the topic. "Don't do that again."

"Suki-"

He slams the knife onto the table, "Please. It's not your fault. Even the strongest people have weaknesses. Don't put all the weight on yourself, please."

Your eyes widen at how vulnerable his voice sounds right now. You reach over, placing a hand on his soft hair. You smile softly, "Alright. I'm sorry I did that. I promise to rely on you more."

Katsuki looks up at you, eyes glassy and face flushing. "I never said you needed to rely on m-"

"I wanna look at the stars." You cut him off quickly, hopping off your bed to saunter towards the window. You push the glass window open, leaning in and taking a deep breath of the cold night air, smiling. You look up at the stars, wishing you had access to the rooftop since the view would be better up there.

"You know, we are at the twenty fifth floor of the hospital." Katsuki says, folding the fluffy blanket that you didn't even realize you were using. You don't think it's yours given that you've never seen it before. Was it Katsuki's?

"What are you saying?" You ask, letting him put on a sweater on you. Again, this piece of warm clothing wasn't yours as well. But by the sweet caramel scent it gave off, you come to a conclusion that this belonged to the angry blond gremlin who is currently standing on the window why the hell is he standing on the window?!

"Bakugou! Are you crazy?! Get off the window now!" You yell, pulling at his pants. "Oh stop being a square." He pushes the warm blanket on you, pulling you with him off the window and out of the hospital room. Before you let out a scream, he uses his quirk to push you two upwards, his hand gripping your sides tightly as your feet land on the cemented rooftop of the hospital.

At the notice of you no longer in the doorstep of death, you resort to hitting Katsuki's arm, letting your mouth run as you lecture him about how dangerous that act was. He responds to your reprimanding with a loud, milky, genuine laugh. Your hand comes to a hault as well as your mouth and you just stand there, awestruck at how handsome Katsuki actually looks when he's smiling.

You place a closed hand on your chest, feeling as your heart thumps against it vigorously. Ah, there it was again. The butterflies in your stomach that made your body feel lighter than it usually felt and your drying throat as well as your sweating palms.

"Come on, I find stargazing relaxing." He says, the usual angry tone of his voice gone, catching you off guard. He wraps his hand around your wrist softly, pulling you towards the center of the rooftop. He places the soft blanket on the ground, folding it once so it isn't too thin before laying down, patting the empty space for you. You mirror his actions, laying down beside him as you gazed up at the stars.

"You ever wonder what the alternative universe us are like?" You ask, eyes staring up at the twinkling stars as Katsuki raises a brow, turning his head towards you. "You believe in that bullshit?" He chuckles, making you gasp. "Don't call it bullshit! What else are the stars for??"

Katsuki presses his lips together to stop his laughter, "I don't know~ What are they for?" He asks you, tone sarcastic and pushing you off the edge. "To tell us about the future, and to show us how many other worlds are there other than ours!"

Katsuki can no longer hold in his laughter, clutching his stomach as he laughs his heart out. You narrow your eyes at him, pouting and crossing your arms against your chest. "Let me guess, let me guess." Katsuki wipes a tear away, "You also believe in the red string of fate?"

"How could you not believe it when-" You stop yourself from continuing your words. How could you not believe it when it caused the two of us to meet?

"When what? Come on, tell me! I promise not to laugh." You turn away, sitting up. Katsuki is still laughing as he follows you, taking your hand in his. "What else do I not know about you?" He asks, curling his four fingers with yours as he stands his thumb up, preparing for a thumb wrestle. You follow his actions and the two of you start the game. "I can't swim." You start.

"I had a pet goldfish but it died after a week." Katsuki chuckles.

"I only ever had two friends growing up- they were my mother's bodyguards. Eliot and Andrew."

"I like to cook."

"I still have my stuffed toys from when I was young."

"I tried to learn how to drive but after almost running over a cat, I swore never to drive again."

"I was pretty popular in middle school."

You chuckle, "I was bullied in middle school."

Katsuki stops moving his thumb, allowing you to pin his down. Your face brightens up as you smile, "I win!" You look up at him, smile almost immediately falling at the sight of his grin expression.

His head drops, covering up his eyes. "Hey, what happened? Did I say something wrong? Come on Suki, talk to me."

"I'm- Do you hate bullies?" He asks, his head still hanging.

"Well, hate is a strong word..." You look up at the stars, as if they were going to give you the right word you were looking for. "But I dislike them. What's the point of putting down someone especially when they've done nothing wrong to you? I don't use the word hate because I don't want to use it incorrectly, but to me bullies are sometimes just misunderstood or something. They have that superiority complex and I like to think that they have it because of their past that we don't know about or the thoughts they have in their heads."

You feel him padding his thumb over your hand. "Hey, you okay?" You ask, cupping his jaw to make him look uo at you. The look in his eyes, takes you aback- he looks so sad and regretful which only stirrs up more questions in your head.

"You're so good. You're such a good person, Y/n." His words cause you to furrow your brows in confusion. What was going on inside his head?

He drops his head to your shoulder, "You're an angel, Y/n. People are so lucky to have you in their lives."

You don't even think twice before the words leave uour mouth. "Even you?"

It takes him a few moments to respond and you begin to think that you made a mistake asking him that, but you feel him nod on your shoulder. "Especially me."

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