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There’s no life after you. | Dean Winchester x Reader (one-shot)

Summary: Dean felt like he had no other option than to push [Y/N] out of his life completely. When he and Sam find a case in her hometown, he’s hit with all of the emotions he’d tried for so long to bury.

Warnings: swearing, mild-angst, mostly sadness and ending with fluff.

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Flashbacks are in bold.

Dean and Sam had found a case in Reno, Nevada—a city that had a lot of memories particularly for the older Winchester. Sure they’d worked a dozen or more cases around here over the years but that wasn’t the type of memories that kept playing on his mind. He only wished it was that simple. Sam had opted to take the backseat, needing some extra rest on the drive and Dean usually drove his precious ‘67 impala anyway. Ever since they’d found this case, the eldest Winchester was uneasy. Not because it was anything special, from the details online it seemed like it was just another vamps nest—maybe even just a handful travelling together.

No, what began to plague his mind was something that cut much deeper than that. All he could think about was you.

It had been roughly two years since he’d last seen you. Every other second of the last year and half had been him fighting the urge to reach out, knowing two things for certain. One: you’d be far better off without him holding you down. Two: even if that wasn’t the case, he’d really hurt you the last time you spoke and despite how much he missed you.. you’d likely never speak to him again—but that’s what he’d wanted right? You to move on, you to live a life that wasn’t plagued by the dangers of all things supernatural. Find a good man, a normal man, settle down.. get married and have kids. Not have to worry about tending to someone who had spent his entire life broken. Shaking his head to try and rid himself of these thoughts, it seemed the universe had other plans.

It seemed at some point in the drive his playlist had changed and delved into the ‘divorced dad rock’ side of things—the first few notes of what he recognized as a Daughtry song began to play. Seemingly just as they’d finally crossed the state lines into Nevada, the lyrics began..

“Ten miles from town and I just broke down, spitting out smoke on the side of the road. I’m out here alone, just trying to get home to tell you I was wrong but you already know. Believe me I won’t stop at nothing to see you so I’ve started running.”

Now Dean knew exactly what song this was and it damn sure wasn’t helping with his desperate need to stop thinking about you. He reached out to change the song but when the chorus hit, he stopped and his finger merely hovered above the button.

“All that I’m after is a life full of laughter, as long as I’m laughing with you—and I think that all that still matters is love ever after, after the life we’ve been through. ‘Cause I know there’s no life after you.”

It was as if the song was delivered down by the hand of God himself, which only made the ache in Dean’s heart that much worse. He’d been in pain ever since he left two years prior, but he had no right to be—he knew that. After all, the reason he didn’t have you by his side was because he left. It was because he walked away. Deeply he’d sigh as the next verse again would line up with the exact thought in his head.

“Last time we talked, the night that I walked burns like an iron in the back of my mind. I must have been high, to say you and I, weren’t meant to be and just wasting my time. Oh why did I ever doubt you? You know I would die here without you.”

Death had truly paled in comparison to how he felt seeing the look in your eyes. All of the pain, the hurt as he watched you break in front of his very eyes. You’d been together three years in total, but what you didn’t know—what he refused to tell you is that his worst fear was becoming a reality. Lucifer had threatened you in order to make Dean comply with his demand. He’d figured out the only way to get to the elder Winchester was through you, seeing as Lucifer himself needed Sam for his own personal vendettas. It wasn’t long after this that Dean knew he had to get as far away from you as possible. All the pain and suffering he’d endured in his lifetime would be nothing if your death was due to him. He couldn’t live with that and more importantly, you deserved more than that out of this life.

Sam began to stir in the backseat, which he’s caught sight of through the rear view mirror and so Dean quickly changed the station. He’d use Metallica specifically to shift the mood before his brother woke up and started asking too many questions. Questions that Dean wouldn’t have the answers to and he was already battling his mind to keep it all at bay.

Gripping Baby’s wheel tightly in his hands, he’d continue to path to Reno. About fifteen minutes later was when Sam’s eyes actually opened. “Mornin’ sleeping beauty.” Dean said with a (fake) smile on his face. “Ha-ha, very funny. Wait.. how long was I out? Are we in Nevada already?” He asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and noting their desert-like surroundings. “I don’t know, hours Sammy. Yeah we’re in Nevada—about an hour or two ‘til Reno.” Just saying the name of the city was enough to have him nervous again. There was a brief bit of silence between the brothers, Sam had a thought on the tip of his tongue but he didn’t know whether he should say it. Dean’s eyes had fixated on the road ahead and he sensed that his younger brother was gonna bring it up—bring you up, he’d always really liked you. Besides that, he could always seem to tell when things were troubling Dean despite his best efforts to hide it. “You know you could-“ Sam started but knowing it was coming, the elder brother immediately shut it down. “Sam, don’t. Please. I can’t and you know that.” Dean’s voice was shaky and that let him know that he’d already been thinking about things far too long. “You’ve been thinking about it. I know you, man. You think I didn’t see the look on your face when I told you we had something in Reno?” He sighed, knowing that his older brother was struggling with this didn’t make him feel good but he also knew it was making Dean feel worse. “Sammy, please.. I don’t wanna talk about it anymore.”

Sam would shake his head but he let it go, rehashing this with Dean while he was attempting to drive wasn’t gonna end well for either of them. Not to mention an hour and a half of odd tension in such a small place wasn’t ideal either. Instead, the younger brother’s eyes averted from the front of the car altogether as he turned to gaze out the window next to him. Sighing partially in relief and partially from the lingering thoughts, Dean would fully place his attention on the road and on the directions to this particular motel. They needed to get in, solve this case and get out before he did something he’d been trying for quite some time not to do.

Surprisingly this case was a little more difficult to follow through on, these vampires were incredibly elusive and their nest wasn’t the easiest to find. However, after a couple days lingering around they finally located the nest and were able to kill the three vamps that had been killing the locals. As it had become part of the job, Sam and Dean went out to a local dive bar to celebrate the victory—but Dean was trying to do more than that. He was trying to drown the lingering thoughts of you with whiskey, swallowing the liquid and letting it gently burn his throat. This would end up having the opposite effect and only made him think of you more. Over the first hour and change the brothers spent at the bar, three separate girls tried to hit on Dean but he didn’t really pay them any mind. Around the two hour mark the elder of the brothers decided he needed some air, getting up and walking outside. Dragging his dominant hand over his face he was doing anything to cling to that last bit of pride that he had. You were better off and he knew that, but every day that had been lost it was eating at him slowly. He needed a distraction and so he walked over to his precious car, getting into the driver’s seat and sighing. One flick of the wrist and the lights would come on, the radio coming in clear as day: it was that goddamn song again.

“You and I, right or wrong, there’s no other one. After this time spent alone it’s hard to believe that a man with sight could be so blind, thinking about the better times.. must’ve been out of my mind. So I’m running back to tell you.”

Again it seemed like the universe had intervened and Dean Winchester was far too drunk to fight it. Tears threatened to spill from his eyes and right now, all that he needed was you. He opened up the driver’s side door and got out just to come face to face with Sam, who had been worried when he couldn’t locate his brother in the bar. “What is it Dean?” He asked, noting the emotional state it was clear he was in—confused but not entirely. It wasn’t like him to be so open with his emotions, but you’d helped him with that. “I need to see her, Sammy. I can’t do this anymore.” There was enough emotion in his voice for his younger brother to know what he meant. Nodding Sam would approach the driver’s side door. “I’m driving, we’re not risking it with you.” Dean normally would protest but right now? All he needed to do was get to you. It didn’t matter how, he just needed to fill the void that he’d put there himself.

“All that I’m after is a life full of laughter, without you god knows what I’d do.”

Dean’s eyes were technically gazing out the window, but that’s not what he saw. His mind was flashing different images in rotation—one happy memory with you followed up by something he’d done to chase your memory away after he’d run away.

“All that I’m after is a life full of laughter, as long as I’m laughing with you and I think that all that still matters is love ever after—after the life we’ve been through. I know there’s no life after you.”

It seemed fast, but it had probably been about thirty minutes of time that had passed. Not that you lived very far at all, if you were even still at the last address the Winchesters had for you—Sam took a longer route hoping that Dean would sober up a little more before talking with you. Anyone would be able to smell the whiskey on him at this moment, but his words needed to be coherent if there was any chance of you hearing him out. It seemed that he had sort of the same idea because even when the impala had pulled into the driveway, he just sat there. “What if she doesn’t wanna talk?” Dean asked, somber tone to his voice as his eyes remained fixated on the front door of what he hoped was still your home. Mind racing almost as fast as his heart. “Dean, if I know anything about [Y/N], she’ll at least listen—even if she’s incredibly pissed and still hurt.” Sam reassured his older brother. Dean sighed again, not wanting to waste another second and also wanting to see have some alcohol in his system for this conversation. Slowly he opened the passenger side door and stepped out onto the asphalt driveway. Gently closing the door, it had still alerted a dog inside the home who was barking just a little bit every couple of seconds. He carried himself up the few cement steps, turning to see the front door closer than ever. Now more memories of the last time he was here were coming back.

“Dean, please.. why are you doing this? You can’t possibly just have stopped loving me, that’s not..” Her sobs were breaking his heart but he knew this was something he had to do. “Why are you walking away from this? From us? After everything we’ve been through.. after the life we’ve built from the ground up.. you’re just throwing it all away.” She felt as if there was a fire in your chest, she’d been sobbing so intensely for what seemed like forever. Mascara and eyeliner were smudged and made a mess of the space underneath her eyes. “Say something, Dean—please.. why are you pushing me away? What did I do?!” Every word became far more intense and the actual words were hard to discern from the sobs. Dean had just been staring at the floor since the words left his mouth. Three years next to her and he never imagined this day would come, but if you died just so Lucifer could get one up on him? He’d never survive. He’d never be able to carry the weight of your death or your blood on his hands—so this was the only way you got to live a long and happy life without him putting you in harm’s way. “[Y/N/N] I.. I just don’t think we were meant to work out. I’m sorry, I just-“ he was cut off by her intense sobs hearing him saying it again. “Please Dean.. don’t do this.. whatever I did wrong, whatever’s not working we can fix it. Please..” She pleaded, voice already hoarse from the crying and the wailing. “Sweetheart you didn’t do anything wrong. It’s me, I’m just, not made out for this relationship stuff.” He’d barely lifted his gaze again to meet her own, but only for a second. Seeing her like that was too hard for his heart to bare. “Why Dean.. please.. it’s been three years. Three years of this and we can talk about it. Whatever it is we can move past it together, don’t you love me anymore?” She sobbed out, arms wrapped around her own chest as Dean looked up to her face and met her gaze one last time. “Honey, I’ll love you ‘til the day I die.” Sighing he turned to walk out the front door, closing it and never looking back. He couldn’t look—his heart had already shattered.

Now here he was again, roughly two years later, taking the last few steps to fully stand at your front door. Lifting his hand which had formed a loose fist, he’d knock three times upon the wooden material of the door. There was no answer and no sign that anyone was home other than the dog barking that he’d heard moments prior. Dean was about to turn and walk back down the pathway when he heard the doorknob turning after the lock clicked out of position. “Do you know how late it is, what do you nee—“ her eyes widened when she realized who had just knocked at her door. “D-Dean.. what are you..” she felt her bottom lip quivering. Dean could tell this was the last thing she’d ever thought would happen. “Hi, sweetheart. I-“ before he could get another word out of his mouth, he was met with a harsh slap to the side of his face. His eyes fell as he collected his thoughts, waiting before speaking again. “I deserve that. I deserve that and so much more. [Y/N/N] I’m so sorry.. I’m so fucking sorry.” He got out, not being able to look back up at her just yet. “You’ve got some kind of nerve showing up here, this late at night.. Dean you broke my heart and you stomped on it to boot. Why do you think after two whole years that I’d listen to whatever the hell you have to say?” It was obvious that there was sadness and hurt laced within her voice, more so than the anger she’s trying to push forward. Slowly his head tilted back into its usual position and his eyes found hers again. “I know there’s no life after you.” It was all he could say in that second and her expression softened, before she’d built the wall back up. “You came all the way to quote a Daughtry song?”

“No, I’m quoting that damn song because for the three days Sam and I have been in Reno I’ve heard it everywhere. My car, in a store, hell in my head—[Y/N] I’ve been trying every day since I left to push your memory from my mind. I wanted so badly to forget about you and know that you were free to have a normal life. I also know that I’ve got no right to stand on your doorstep telling you how much pain I’ve been in since the second I walked out this door two years ago when this whole fucking thing is my fault.” He paused, tears slowly falling as he tried to blink them away. “[Y/N] I was afraid. I was so afraid.. I couldn’t lose you like that-“ Again he was cut off but just by her words this time. “Dean you did lose me, you pushed me away—fuck you pushed me out of your life altogether. You’re absolutely correct, you don’t have any right to stand here talking about your pain. I didn’t eat, I barely slept, for weeks after you left. All I did was lay on that couch and sob. Endlessly. After I couldn’t physically sob any more I thought, there has to be some kind of monster or witch doing this and so I researched for weeks and still barely ate and slept only a fraction more. All I came up with was dead end after dead end and so I finally had to realize the truth.” She sobbed out, pausing to try and steady her own voice. “You chose to leave on your own.” She’d opened her mouth to continue talking but now it was his turn to sob out, which caught her completely off guard. “He made me feel like I had no other choice..”

Now you stood with a perplexed look on your face as tears were streaming down your cheeks. “What.. who-“ before the question could even fully leave her lips, the man she loved began to speak again. “Lucifer. He needed Sammy, you know all that one true vessel shit, so he couldn’t hurt me that way. He knew any threat he put to Sam wouldn’t stick because deep down I knew that Lucifer needed Sam alive and well to complete whatever sick and twisted plan he had thought out.” She felt both her heart and her stomach drop, figuring out exactly where this was going. “[Y/N] he said he’d kill you and not think twice. I couldn’t.. I wouldn’t be able to live with myself if you died all because I love you. I wouldn’t be able to breathe knowing that your death was my fault and I’d never get your blood off my hands.” His confidence had wavered, the alcohol mostly wearing off. You sighed, a silence falling over the two of you as you attempted to process what he’d just said. “Dean.. why didn’t you just talk to me? Tell me what he said and we could’ve talked about it.” She asked, the venom gone from her words and a sadness settling over them. “I was scared. I didn’t know how to admit that I was scared especially to you, I’m the one that was supposed to keep you safe. I know that’s not an excuse and I’m not trying to excuse me hurting you like I did—that image of you hugging yourself and crying the hardest I’d ever seen someone cry has haunted me all this time. I never wanna hurt anyone but I damn sure never wanted to hurt you.. at all—let alone like that..”

Again a silence fell between them, it felt like a lifetime between their words and the action she’d finally take. Stepping forward she used both of her hands to cup his face, both having glassy hues due to all the tears. “I forgive you, Dean.” She said almost in a whisper. He felt his heart racing and he eyes searched hers for any sign that this might not be true. Seconds felt like hours but he couldn’t find any sign of deception and instinctively, he plunged forward to connect his lips with her own. It had caught her off guard but she was returning the kiss with an explosion of passion. They chased the other’s lips in a back and forth motion until they both couldn’t breathe. After pushing the limit a little further they’d separate but remain forehead-to-forehead. “I know there’s no life after you.” She spoke in a soft tone before pulling Dean inside of her home and re-locking the door.

#dean winchester #dean x reader #fanfic #supernatural #dean winchester imagines #spn #spn imagines #dean winchester x reader #fanfics

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heartilywrites · 8 months ago

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I have a request for Kuvira! First date headcannons or a fic about making her flustered pls, up to you if you want to do both or just one

oooh, interesting, why not a bit of both?

،، 𝓕irst date with Kuvira

content warning: fluff ; headcanons and a one shot included ; reader is from Zaofu too ; no use of y/n ;

wc: 1k

a/n: HELLO :D i have some requests for Kuvira lined up, but i'm doing some quick rewatch of s4 so i can write her like she deserves, if you requested one of those, know that i didn't forget, i will get them as soon as i can <3 ENJOY THIS ONE !!

“ I don't wanna let it burn in the city lights and make the same mistakes.

♡ ; Kuvira and you had been flirting with each other for quite some time now before one got the enough courage to ask the other out.

♡ ; It was totally you. It was way too spontaneous.

♡ ; One day you two were talking on her break from the surveillance, eating a snack you brought to share.

♡ ;‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “We should go on a date, what about friday night?” you would ask out of nowhere.

♡ ; In clear shock, Kuvira would've chocked on a bite of the snack, before getting herself together and accepting the date with the strongest tone of red in your face.

♡ ; You gave her the sweetest smile before continuing eating and talking like nothing happened.

♡ ; But in her head were sounding alarms and screams excited to finally having a formal date with you.

♡ ; And don't get her wrong! She loved the spontaneous get together you two had, maybe going for food together, you accompanying her on the last minutes of her rounds, she walking you home.

♡ ; But she wanted to go on a formal date, one she could presume to everyone, and so did you.

♡ ; So, the next couple of days you would ask her if she was ready for the date just to see her blush and get a little bit nervous.

♡ ; Who would've thought the captain of the military was so easy to fluster... Just by you, obviously.

♡ ; She said she wanted to take care of the date since she had an idea for it, you agreed.

♡ ; Finally friday came and by the dawn you were running around your room to get ready.

♡ ; Your best attire ironed and resting in a coat rack, your shoes cleaned and you were applying the lightest make-up before doing your hair.

♡ ; By the time Kuvira knocked on your door you were putting on your last bracelet.

♡ ;‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I'LL TAKE IT, NO ONE MOVES.” you screamed to your family while running downstairs, a second before opening the door you checked yourself quickly in the mirror at the entrance.

♡ ;‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “You look gorgeous.” she said after you opened the door for her.

♡ ; Your face would changed colors again while the biggest smile showed on your lips without any permission. “You look gorgeous too.”

♡ ; The captain offered you her arm to take and so you did after telling everyone you'll be getting back late, probably.

♡ ; The metalbender would've avoid the questions about the location of the date you made, changing it to another question.

‍ ‍♡ ; ‍ ‍‍ “The moon looks beautiful tonight, doesn't it?” “Did you hear if the night was going to be cold? I didn't pay attention to the weather person.” “Did I tell you I saw a butterfly today while doing my rounds? It was a blue one.” and so on.

♡ ; She stopped at a table sitting in the outside, with the most beautiful landscape behind it, the moon shining with such bright that you stayed in silence looking at such gorgeous scene.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Do you like it?” she asked when she stopped hearing your voice, when turning to look at you her eyes could perceive the bright in yours.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “It's perfect.” a whisper came from your way before pulling her from the arm you've been holding the whole walk, both giggling.

Kuvira took one of the chairs, pulling it back and inviting you to sit. Smiling you took the seat, she walked to the other side and sat on her chair. With metalbending, the captain took off the metal cover from the plates revealing roasted duck, rice and deep-fried pickled radishes, you blinked surprised at the dish turning your eyes back to Kuvira, she was smiling without showing her teeth and a small blush on her cheekbones.

The dinner went smoothly, at the beginning both of you were so nervous that it felt like there weren't any topic left to talk about as if you didn't talk on the way there, but once you got comfortable again it was easy to take again the pace of the conversations.

At one point, your free hand reached for Kuvira's, her words got stuck in her mouth and twisted a bit in her tongue at the new feeling in her skin, but she embraced the gesture by intertwining your fingers with hers and continue to talk about the dance practice of that week.

The walking back when the dinner was over and both of you seemed tired enough was calm. Instead of your hand resting on her arm, both were tangled and you made them balance back and forth while smiling, satisfied with how the date went, totally planning on a second one.

The captain walked you back to your house, standing at the door both of you finished a conversation while you look lazily for your keys.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I had fun,” you said, facing her directly without letting go of her hand. “The food was so delicious.”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “I had fun too.” she repeated back at you, smiling a little bit. “Maybe we can do this again another day..”

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Would love to.” against your will, you let go of her hand and unlocked your front door.

Kuvira whispered an almost quiet 'night' before turning around, but was shortly stopped by your hand around her wrist making her turn back around to you, she was about to question the action and was quickly cut off by your lips over hers.

It was a short kiss, a goodbye one, but it totally was such a sweet gesture that made her whole face turn red when you took a step back.

‍ ‍ ‍ ‍‍ “Goodnight, captain, see you tomorrow.” you said goodbye with a funny smile while getting in the house and walk up your bedroom.

You would never know this, but Kuvira stood in your entrance surprise, she didn't had the time to react properly to the kiss. Her right hand traveled to her lips, with a faint touch she felt them and a big smile formed in her mouth before turning around and go back to her place, feeling like she was walking on clouds.

#the legend of korra #the legend of korra x reader #kuvira #kuvira x reader #kuvira fluff #one shot #headcanons

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breezy141 · 1 year ago

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idiots in denial // pedro pascal (masterlist)

summary: two idiots in denial. literally. fem reader :D lowkey my fave one so far. hehe.

warning: mentions to sex? dirty dancing 😱

“do i look good, or do i look like someone who stands on the side of the street askin for a quicky?” turning around to face you best friend, you placed your hands on your hips waiting for an answer.

“y/n for the last time, you look beautiful now please can we just go? we were supposed to leave five minutes ago!” pedro giggled as he spoke to you. with one last look in the mirror, you hummed approval to yourself.

you were in a gorgeous back dress, that went to your mid thigh. lace lined the top of the dress, truthfully your cleavage was on show a little but you were feelin yourself, so you didn’t mind. along with this, you wore some chunky black heels, they were your go to.

both you and pedro left your shared apartment, and began walking to a close-ish nightclub. you were on the way to meet your friends, you insisted of being a tiny bit late. just incase they weren’t there, as you began walking pedro intertwined his fingers with yours.

it wasn’t anything unusual, you two held hands often. it meant nothing you guessed. but you did wish it meant something, to you it did but you didn’t think it did to him.

you arrived at the club, you were classed as VIP’s so you were able to skip the line and walk straight into the club. pedros grip on your hand tightened, he didn’t like when you weren’t by his side on nights out.

“stay with me, yeah?” he said hoping you heard him over the sound of the music. you nodded to him.

as you walked around to club, you were able to see your friends. “oscar!!” you spoke cheerfully, grinning from ear to ear. you walked to him, hugging him. making sure you didn’t smudge your makeup on him.

soon after pulling away, pedros hand made it’s way into yours. conversations started, and so did the drinks. you couldn’t stop laughing the entire night, everyone you knew had something absolutely hilarious to say.

you were sat on pedros lap, which again wasn’t unusual. you were always being asked if you and him were together, you said no, unfortunately, and gave whoever asked an awkward smile. you arm has been resting over his shoulders, with your hand wrapped around your glass full of malibu and coke. it was simple but you loved it.

“hey y/n, come with me to the toilet?” one of your girl friends asked with a sweet smile. of course you said yes, it was girls supporting girls in nightclubs. you told pedro you were off to the ladies room, he nodded and told you to be safe.

you hopped off his lap and made sure to pull the bottom of your dress down just to make sure. you followed beth into the bathrooms.

“girl imma be honest with you, i don’t need to go. but i just wanna talk to you, me and all the girls have been talking about you and your man out there”

“he’s not my man b-”

“no shush! you listen, that man has been head over heels for you since 6 years ago. that’s why he’s been single for so long, he’s been waiting for you. which, ironically, is exactly what you have been doing mama! come on, sitting on his lap, holding hands, kisses on your head” she giggled to herself.

“beth, but what if he’s just been friendly, he’s a sweet guy! he could be doing it to everyone!” beth gave you a stare.

“get out there and tell him or i will” you looked at the ground biting your lip.

“girl don’t worry, i see it. every girl here sees it, he adores you. go! i’ll back you up. blame it on the drinks if anything goes south” you giggled at beth’s comment.

you both left the restroom and you immediately walked to pedro. just as you were about to sit on his lap you heard your other friend speak up.

“girlies would you like to go and dance!” charlotte said happily, of course you all agree. you leaned down to pedro a pecked him on his temple, you knew beth was burning holes into the side of your head but oh well.

in a split second, you began dancing your heart out with your friends. the girls screamed as treat me like a slut by kim petra’s came on.

your hips began moving to the rhythm of the song, the girls hyped you up, some of them even joining in with you. “he’s staring!” beth shouted at you, you laughed loudly. even though he was staring it didn’t stop you.

lana, another friend of yours, came from behind you. laughing loudly as you to pretended to grind up against her, you laughed just as much as everyone else did. you loved these girlies with your whole heart.

you stopped dancing, and put all of your attention on your girls dancing quite inappropriately. none the less you loved watching it, it made you nearly cry laughing.

once you were all drained from dancing, you took your seats back next to the rest of your friends. however, you noticed pedro was gone?

“wher-” “outside, out the back though” oscar said quickly putting his arm around his girl.

you picked up your drink from the side and began walking towards the exit out back.

you saw pedro, sitting on the wall sipping on his drink. “pedro? how come your out here?” you asked as you walked up to him.

“i wanted the fresh air, it was getting um..hot” you noticed he started to slip on his words. you nodded, he helped you up to sit on the wall, his hand remained in yours. he spoke up

“i-um..just to clarify, me holding your hand doesn’t, like, mean anything, by the way. not in that way, unless y-you would like it to mean something t-then ya know it could. i’m just saying it would be cool if you did or whatever” pedro looked at the ground.

you giggled at his attempt to flirt?

“ya know if you want it to be mean something, it most definitely could. i, personally, wouldn’t have a single problem with it” you looked at him, pedro lifted his head quite quick. again his grip tightened.

he jumped down from the wall, so he was in between your legs. “you sayin what i think you are?” your arms moved to his shoulders. his hands rested on your bare thighs, his thumb stroked your skin. it was so smooth.

“mhm, well that’s if your thinking the same thing i am” your hand moved to his cheek. “i think i am” he said barely above a whisper. you contemplated whether or not you should kiss him, but you have wanted to since the dawn of time. as did pedro, you just didn’t know it.

you leaned in, so did he. his thumb came to a stop, he smiled against your lips.

once you pulled back, pedro looked into your eyes. “if i told you to do that again, would y-” just because you knew what he was going to say, you leaned in again and kissed him.

he began to deepen it. “i think we should go back, don’t you?” you went back in, humming against his lips. he helped you off the wall, and you both began walking home. extremely quickly.

#pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedroispunk #pedrostories #daddy pascal #pascalispunk #imagine #fan fiction #fandom #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x y/n #pedro x reader #zaddy pedro #pedro is daddy #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro pascal headcanon

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nhlclover · 2 years ago

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hurricane | jack hughes

summary: you reconnect with your ex after running into him at a bar.

request: yes / no

warning: drinking, kissing

a/n: based on ‘hurricane’ by luke combs. the biggest fan of this but whatever! thank you guys for the support on the last one and for sending in requests! i promise i will get to them!

word count: 1.38k

“Please come with us, y/n.” My friend Maya whined.

I was currently sitting on my couch, resting comfortably in my sweats, with my two best friends standing in front of me, wearing miniskirts. They were trying to convince me to come out with them to a bar that we normally go to.

“I’m just not up for it girls. I have a headache.” I say, giving an excuse that I hope they buy.

“Bullshit.” Lily says. “You’re still sad about Jack.”

I wince as she says the name of my ex-boyfriend.

“So what if I am?” I fire back.

“It’s been two months.” Lily reminds me.

“Actually it’s only been a month and 17 days.” I corrected her.

“Get up now.” Lily says, ripping the blanket off my legs.

Jack and I breaking up was just about the last thing I wanted to happen, but with our conflicting schedules and him being out of town so much, we couldn’t make time for one another. Ironically, breaking up was the only way to save our relationship.

“I just… What if he’s there tonight?” I ask, really not wanting to see him.

“Please, it’s a Wednesday night, he’s not going to a bar on a Wednesday night.” Maya tells me.

I hesitate, looking back and forth between my friends. “Alright, I’ll pay for your first drink if you come out tonight.” Lily tells me.

I sigh, and, deciding that a free drink is incentive enough, agree to go out with my friends. I quickly change into a black mini dress, pairing it with baby blue boots, and grabbing a purse that matches them. Lily orders the uber while I quickly apply some makeup. Just as I wrap up the application, she gets the text saying the driver was here.

We get to the bar which is relatively packed for a Wednesday night. As promised, Lily buys me a shot for my first drink. I take it, letting the tequila flow down my throat, burning going down. We talk for a bit, making conversation with a few frat guys that “thought we were hot as fuck”, before I decide I need another drink.

I dip away to the bar, ordering a vodka cran. When he’s done, I take the drink from the bartender, exchanging it for my card to start a tab. I weave in between groups of sweaty people, making my way cautiously to my friends. I notice two tall brunettes both wearing backward hats, who had replaced the frat boys, conversing with my friends. It isn’t until I’m standing next to Maya that I recognize the two as Nico and Dawson, two of Jack’s teammates.

“Oh no.” I falter. “He’s here, isn’t he?”

“Just went to the bar.” Nico nods.

I get slightly panicky when I realize we’ll likely come face-to-face. Even though it had been almost two months, I had yet to lose feelings for him. What Jack and I had wasn’t something I had ever experienced in a relationship before. He understood me even when I made no sense and quickly found his way with my body.

I see all their heads turn to look at the bar, then looking for myself, seeing him walk straight towards me. He looks just as good as the last day I saw him, his hair only slightly longer, but with a freshly shaven face. I freeze, not knowing whether to stay or walk away. I go with the latter, deciding I couldn’t handle talking to him yet, especially not with this little alcohol in my system. I wouldn’t even know what to say.

I again weave through people, finding my way to the bathroom. I slip in, locking the door behind me. I quickly down the rest of my drink and then look in the mirror, slightly touching up my hair and makeup. I unlocked the door and peeked my head out, hoping he wasn’t waiting outside of the bathroom. He wasn’t so I made my way to the bar, cautious of the people around me. I felt a little stupid, sneaking around this bar just to avoid my ex-boyfriend.

“Hi, can I get a highball, please?” I ask the bartender, who nods at my request. He quickly mixes my drink, putting it on my tab. Highballs are my poison; once I finish one, I know I’m destined to make poor decisions the rest of the night.

Just as the drink is set down in front of me, I notice a body take a seat on the barstool to my left. I don’t dare look, hoping if I don’t I might not need to talk to him. I gulp down part of my drink, feeling a slight burn from the whisky.

“Hey man, can I get water?” he asks. His smooth voice sends a chill across my shoulders as if he was dragging his finger across my back. I make the mistake of finally looking up, only to see him already looking at me. I consider making a run for it.

“Don’t run away.” He says, reading my mind.

“Hi.” I say softly.

“Hi.” He replies.

“How are you?” I ask, trying to be polite.

“I miss you.” He says.

“That doesn’t really answer my question.” I joke, gulping another sip of my drink.

“You know how I’m doing.” He replies.

The fact of the matter is that neither one of us wanted the breakup. When we did, I heard through friends that he was doing just as bad as I was. That he wasn’t sleeping much and was putting all his anger and sadness into hockey.

“Jack… it was for the best.” I remind him.

“I know… I just feel like we could’ve made it work.” He sighs. I sigh as well, gulping down the last of my drink, which I finished alarmingly fast. Jack, noticing my now empty glass, flags down the bartender.

“Hey, can she get a sprite with orange juice?” He asks, adding the drink I always get to close out my tab. As if reading my mind, he says “I remember your last drink. You never forgot. And neither did I.”

He was right. Whenever we went out to get drinks, he always ensured I got orange juice with sprite to end the night.

“I can’t believe you remember that.” I chuckle.

“Are you kidding?” He laughs. “The one time you forgot to drink one, you literally cried in the back seat of the Uber the entire drive home.”

I laugh with him, vaguely recalling the drunk memory. “Hey, I like tradition.” I respond. “At least I didn’t fall leaving a bar and gash my eyebrow open.”

“Oh my gosh. And remember I had to lie to the media and say that it was from a puck hitting me?” Jack recalls.

We laugh together, and remember memories from our relationship.

“Do you remember the last time we were at this bar?” He asks.

I nod, sipping from my orange juice, hoping he wouldn’t notice the blush on my cheeks. “We couldn’t even wait to get home so you dragged me to the broom closet over there.” I tell him.

“We couldn’t get enough of each other.” He says softly. It was as if he was the only one in the bar speaking. I couldn’t hear anything but his voice at this point. My heart races as I remember the times we spent together. “Come on y/n… we were perfect for each other.”

His hand had now found its way onto my knee, gripping it lightly. “Why end something so good?”

I don’t know if I should blame the alcohol or the natural effect that Jack has always had on me, but I give in.

“Did you drive here?” I ask him.

“I was supposed to DD tonight.” he replies.

“Then let's go.” I say.

#jack hughes #jack hughes x reader #nhl #hockey #jack hughes imagine #new jersey devils #nhl imagine #luvzegras

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luoziluo · 2 years ago

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1/22 - space || afterlife

Last time we talked the night that I walked 我们最后一次的对话是在我离开的那个晚上

Burns like an iron in the back of my mind 记忆像烧红的铁一般折磨着我的心

I must've been high to say you and I 我一定是不清醒才会说你我并非命中注定

Weren't meant ot be and just wasting my time 才会说这只是在浪费我的时间

Oh why did I ever doubt you 为什么我要怀��你

You know I woule die here without you 你知道没有你我就会毫无生气

—— Daughtry-《life after you 》

#joukaiweek2023 #puppyshipping #violetshipping #seto kaiba #joey wheeler #yugioh #Just found it in the playlist

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crystalgastles · 3 months ago

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After the flesh

This is the fourth chapter of my Jeff the killer fanfiction it’s posted on ao3 as well

I had opened the sliding glass door when I saw him running up through my back yard, calling my name loud enough to where I could hear it through the glass. Disheveled hair and shifty eyes that looked red were locked onto mine. When I grabbed his forearms and tried to see if he was injured.

“Woah okay”

I stumbled back a little when he fell onto his knees head buried into my ribs while his hand’s reached around my back, clinging onto my bones in an iron grip. I tried to figure out if he’d gotten a head injury while his shoulders shook, bated shaky breaths warming my clothing and I tried to make out what he was saying.

“Hear me know I exist why aren’t you listening, I have sinned but so has everyone else I need to know you’re there”

I couldn’t figure out if he was talking to me but when I tried to pull away he held on tighter, keeping me stuck in between my kitchen and doorway.

I felt bad, I didn’t know what he’d done or seen to react this way but I didn’t know him, truly. I had just finished putting our Christmas tree up when I heard him calling for me from outside. My cd player was still going quietly when I answered the door to this crying mess of a man.

“Jeff, hey can you come inside and tell me what happened it’s cold out there”

He let go. Not saying anything as he stood up and looked away from me, At the outside and came into the kitchen. The lights from the tree seemed to make him wince.

I struggled with the door and finally got it shut after some push and pull. Staring at the slush that coated the ground of my back patio while the tears that stained my shirt started to become cold. He was looking at me, and I wondered what he had to say next. What brought on this confession to me as if I were a priest.

“What happened?”

“I’m sorry.”

“No. What happened quit dodging my questions with half assed answers”

“I burnt down a manger”

“Why did you burn down a manger”

“Cause I felt like it. Is that a good enough answer for you, mom”

He said that last part with a sharp incline, this is fucking bullshit. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for his presence and I didn’t ask to be treated like a nuisance in my own home with someone I barely knew.

“No. No! You don’t get to talk to me like that while you’re standing in my kitchen. I let you in. Tell me what happened or you can get out.”

“I already told you.”

“Ok then leave”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me”

“Obviously, I don’t know anything about you. I’ve seen you twice”

“I don’t like Christmas”

“A lot of people don’t, they don’t kill people though. Or burn down Christmas decorations”

He sighed, rubbing his hands on the sides of his temples while I crossed my arms. Waiting for a more appropriate explanation to this sudden outburst, and why he came to me.

“Do you have alcohol”

“I have half a four loko in the fridge”

I sat on my couch while he stood in the kitchen, grimacing when he downed a week old party drink only teenagers and broke college students enjoyed. I rested my chin on my open palm to keep my eye on him from the living room.

“My daddy was a preacher. I was the oldest son of two boys and I was expected to also follow in line of the rest of the men in my family of becoming one too”

“Yeah?”

“1988, I was seven years old. I had night terrors and I’d sleep walk. Parents thought I was possessed , had me exercised three times until I just didn’t sleepwalk anymore. We weren’t even catholic.”

I didn’t say anything when he moved into the living room in front of me. Sitting on the ground cross legged he rubbed circles on his knees with his palms.

“When I was 14 I refused to get baptized. The last time they made me go to church I broke everything of value in the living room.”

He laughed quietly to himself before he continued. I bit the inside of my cheek, playing with a loose thread on the couch as I listened.

“You uncomfortable?”

“No, it’s ok really I asked you to tell me why”

“Ok. I refused to get baptized so four grown men, men I grew up with held me down and threw me into the baptism pool.”

I bit the side of my thumb. I couldn’t tell if he was telling the truth or if this was a sob story to get me to trust him. But the way he fidgeted with his hands told me this was something he was recalling.

“One of them was my best friends dad. She was gone then. He’d sent her to some sort of camp for troubled teens. He found out that she had a girlfriend, and that I was also hiding that fact from him.”

“Yeah?“ I didn’t know what to say because ‘I’m sorry’ didn’t seem to be enough or the right words For what he was telling me.

“I moved out at 17, lived on my own for a few months until ,parents reported me missing. I came back a few months before my eighteenth”

I watched him down the rest of the alcohol, his eyes trained on my Christmas tree to think of what to say next. I stared at my feet, his hands, my hands

“My birthday is on Christmas. The day I turned 18 I was forced to go to a service, got into a fight with my dad after dinner. And I killed them. My mother first. With A gun I got from a friend, tried and failed to kill my brother next I stabbed him once and couldn’t finish the job. My father was last. And the longest. I couldn’t recreate all of pain and suffering he inflicted onto me for my entire childhood but, I sure did make him feel afraid.”

“I” I still didn’t know what to say. The words wouldn’t spill from my lips as I tried to wrap my head around what I had been told, my own family issues seemed so minuscule in this moment that I contemplated calling my mom. Tell her I love her.

“My friend, Jane. I trusted her with anything I had. She was smart and put together, stubborn and almost always right, I was angry and a mess. I burned her house to the ground. I ran into that fire to find her but stayed because it had turned into hell. And that’s where I belonged. She wasn’t even in there. She snuck out to her girlfriends. I only came out when I heard her screaming. I haven’t seen her since”

“You have a thing with fire”

“Yeah”

I didn’t say anything else. I didn’t know what to say, so I just moved to the floor and sat beside him with my head on his shoulder. I contemplated telling my own stories but I didn’t want to. I don’t think I could even make the words come out of my mouth even if I wanted to. I knew what I did and I knew there was nothing i could do to fix it. No matter how much I begged and pleaded for anyone to just talk to me. My god was my father. And I hade none. All I had now was him to keep me company and I wasn’t going to complain.

“Do you want to go to my room, I don’t know how the Christmas tree is making you feel”

“No, it’s fine”

He let me rest my head on him, his breathing had slowed and my shirt had dried. His hand rested on my knee while I stared off into the Christmas lights.

“I want to go to my room anyway, if you want you can follow me. The heat doesn’t work as well out here”

“If you insist.”

I picked up my computer off of my bedside table, I usually checked my emails at this time of night but he hadn’t seen a computer in a while so he was busy pressing buttons and looking up dumb websites with my browser.

“Please be careful you’re gonna give me a virus”

“A man can’t use the internet”

“No you just can’t click on every pop up ad you see”

“Ok then I don’t want to use the internet anymore”

I rolled my eyes and shut my computer, crossing my arms and looking down at him from my sitting position I watched him sit up and pull off the hoodie he had on. A different one from the one I gave him. I wondered where he got that one from but shook the thought from my head. His arms were pale, I could see blue veins peaking out from almost white skin a deep contrast from the black of the t shirt he wore underneath.

“You stare a lot”

“Hm.”

“I stare too, you just don’t catch me”

“That’s creepy”

“Sure. I know”

I kept looking while he looked at me, the inside of my cheek almost being bitten off while my heart threatened to burst out of my chest.

The way he sat up to take off his hoodie positioned him directly above my head. My cheeks burned and the tips of my fingers tingled when I laced my fingers through his hair, bringing his face closer to mine. His surprised hum when I kissed him made me hold onto his hair into a tighter grip. His hand moved to right above my elbow the other behind my neck.

I pulled away for a minute to breathe. My face stung and I moved to sit on the middle of his thighs. I needed to respond. The Last words needed to be mine.

“Fuck you”

#creepypasta #jeff the killer #jeff the killer x oc #jeff the killer x reader #creepypasta fanfic #eyeless jack #eyeless jack x reader #jeff the killer headcanons #creepy aesthetic #slenderman #my writing #they kiss in this one #I have a hard time writing kiss scenes forgive me #ughhhh #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta fanfiction #jeff the killer creepypasta #jeff the killer rewrite #love y’all

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chenziee · 1 year ago

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Revelations (we could do without)

Content warning: pure chaos

My brain refused to let me sleep last night because it took a random dialogue line in Punk Hazard and ran away with it and decided to make it everyone else's problem xD I hope it makes someone laugh just a little bit :)

[ READ ON AO3 | KO-FI ]

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Nami couldn’t believe it. She had thought that with Robin and Usopp there, Luffy and Zoro wouldn’t do anything completely stupid or insane on that burning island. She had also thought that staying on the Sunny would be safe.

But here they fucking were.

In but a few hours, Nami found herself standing in the broken remains of some laboratory in the absolutely freezing, semi-deserted half of said island, stuck in Franky’s giant, iron body while surrounded by children of various sizes playing happily around them. An alligator centaur was glaring at her. They barely just got rid of a talking severed head only for it to get put on a walking pair of severed legs—going off to search for his creepy moving severed torso. Her body was likely currently being groped by Sanji and ogled by Brook. At least the charges she was planning to collect would be somewhat worth it, she supposed…

But then the children started collapsing from terrible drug withdrawals and Nami really had to wonder what kind of cursed star she was born under.

And if all of that wasn’t enough, now the creepiest fucking guy Nami’d ever met was just standing there, casually chatting with Luffy as if 90 % of everything she just recounted wasn’t his own damn fault. And he wouldn’t even get her back inside her own body! Sure, Sanji was still better than Franky but she wanted her beautiful, delicate figure back, goddamn it! She didn’t work so hard to stay in shape, pampering her skin and hair just to lose it, simply because Mr Warlord here thought it was funny or something.

And as if that wasn’t enough—

“I am going to go with your decision, but Luffy—” Robin said, tone serious— “but betrayal is all too common with pirate alliances.”

—there was this goddamned alliance thing.

Nami knew there was no point trying to talk Luffy out of it but that didn’t mean she was happy about it or didn’t try. And god, did she try.

The entire walk back from the stupid mountain back to the laboratory, she did nothing but argue with him, trying to explain all the reasons why an alliance was a bad idea but it was like talking to a snickering wall.

She loved Luffy and she would die for him but she really hated him sometimes.

Stubborn idiot.

He was so lucky Nami was too tired to get mad about it anymore.

“Who’s the doctor?” Trafalgar Law asked, full of exasperation after his short-lived, pointless argument with Luffy about helping the children, then groaned when everyone wordlessly pointed at Chopper, lying immobile on the ground after Franky and Luffy’s collective abuse.

“I’ll help you with the drug antidote but I can’t really walk right now,” Chopper said apologetically. “Can you carry me?”

For a moment, it looked like Law was regretting every single life decision that led him to this point—and good riddance, it was his own fault—before he clicked his tongue in annoyance. “Fine. But you’ll have to hide.”

“I’ll get you ready, Chopper.” Usopp hurried over before he grabbed Chopper’s little backpack and started stuffing all the equipment he had used on the children earlier inside.

Meanwhile, Law was rubbing at his temples and Nami was sure he was having a headache about as bad as she herself did.

Just then, Luffy approached Law, that bright, blinding smile of his plastered on his face. “By the way, Torao,” he started, poking Law’s side a few times to get his attention.

“What?” Law sighed, sounding absolutely exhausted.

“You said there was something you wanted to take back from me earlier? What did you mean?” Luffy questioned, his eyebrows furrowed into an adorable frown while he tilted his head to the side curiously.

Law was silent for a moment, simply regarding Luffy silently before he clicked his tongue again, looking away. And this time… he looked almost embarrassed as he opened his mouth to speak.

“I meant my heart, Straw Hat-ya,” he muttered, obviously trying to keep his voice down enough that the rest of the crew didn’t hear. Unfortunately for him, however… this cave-like structure did nothing for secrecy, with all the echoing.

And so… Nami could still hear him loud and clear.

Her eyes blew wide as her mouth fell open. She exchanged a look with Usopp, the man looking about as horrified as Nami felt. She wasn’t sure if that made her feel better or worse.

Because holy shit.

Trafalgar Law, the Surgeon of Death, one of the Warlords of the Sea… really said that.

“Did he just confess to Luffy?” Usopp mouthed in her direction.

Nami’s eyes flickered between Law, Luffy, and Usopp before she nodded stiffly. Then, she turned her attention fully to the pair, taking in the scene before her.

To her surprise, Luffy didn’t look the least bit shocked or taken aback or creeped out or… anything along those lines, really. Instead, he was standing in front of Law confidently, perfectly relaxed; only his frown had deepened even more while he stuck his bottom lip out in a pout.

It looked like he was actually unhappy about what Law had said—or maybe disappointed?

“But why?” Luffy whined, this time grabbing at Law’s sleeve and pulling sharply—an action that only got him a dirty look. “I like it! It’s not like you need it.”

“Straw Hat-ya, a person can’t live without a heart,” Law retorted, unimpressed.

Luffy simply rolled his eyes in response. “You know what I mean, you ass.”

At that… Law chuckled. Actually chuckled.

“Fine, have it your way. Don’t blame me if you die later because of it.” There was a teasing smirk on his lips as he spoke.

And then…

Nami’s eyes blew even wider if at all possible as she could do nothing but watch while Trafalgar fucking Law leaned down, pressing his mouth to Luffy’s. While Luffy let him. Then laughed happily when Law pulled away again.

If she wasn’t so frozen, Nami would have screamed.

Because oh god.

Oh.

God.

They kissed. They fucking kissed like it was nothing, like it was normal, like they had done it a hundred times before.

Nami had no idea what was even happening anymore. Luffy did mention Law had saved him after the war but this? This was something completely different. It was absolutely insane, actually.

“I think your crew’s going to explode,” Law noted, finally breaking the oppressive silence that had settled over the lab—or at least seemed to have; it wasn’t like Lufffy and Law had stopped talking after… that but Nami couldn’t hear anything they said over the static in her brain.

“Can you blame us?!” Usopp cried, his hands flying up to cover his eyes as if the sight had burned them.

“Oh.” Robin chuckled. “I think you’ve neglected to mention something, Luffy.”

“Huh? What do you mean?” Luffy asked, full of confusion once again.

“You didn’t tell them we’re dating?” Law asked, his eyebrow raised as he glanced at Luffy.

Luffy, who merely hummed in a way that made it clear he thought it didn’t matter—or thought it was too much of a drag to explain. But finally, he turned to the present members of his crew, placing his hands on his hips and proudly declaring, “Guys, Torao’s my boyfriend.”

“Tell us these things before you scar us for life!” Usop screeched, his face still buried in his hands in despair. Or maybe he was trying to claw his eyes out. “I don’t even want to know what that thing about his heart was anymore.”

A happy smile spread on Luffy’s face and he started talking animatedly. “That one’s so funny, actually! Torao’s power is super weird. He can take organs out and it’s so cool, okay? He let me play with my intestines and stuff.”

A strangled, horrified noise came from Chopper, the only reaction from the one normal and sane doctor around, apparently. It was a reaction that perfectly conveyed how Nami was feeling in that moment.

“Luffy, please—” Usopp started but Robin interrupted him.

“Please continue, that sounds fascinating,” she said, apparently paying rapt attention to whatever creepy shit Luffy had just said.

“No! Please just shut up!” Nami begged, her hands quickly coming up to cover her ears in a vain attempt to stop the words from reaching her.

Luffy, however, paid neither her nor Usopp any mind, his grin widening at Robin’s prompting; he continued, now even waving his hands around in excitement. “Yeah so, we couldn’t have a vivre card made on Amazon Lily so Torao just took out our hearts and switched them so now I have his heart with me. It’s such a funny feeling, you guys should try it!”

Nami didn’t have the brain capacity for this anymore.

She really should have just stayed with Arlong.

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tabitha42 · 7 months ago

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The Wizard's Apprentice - Chapter 11

Saffron is just a lowly apprentice with barely a successful firebolt to her name. So what chance does she have with the arch mage she's slowly falling in love with?

Gale x Tav, slow burn, eventual smut

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Saff awoke to the sound of movement outside and the sunlight filtering in through the fabric of her tent, but it wasn’t today’s potential adventures or even Gale that was the first thing on her mind.

It was that dream. That impossibly handsome figure, telling her to embrace the powers of the tadpole. Just a dream, surely… though there was something different about it.

She put it out of her mind and tried to focus on other things. The lessons had helped for sure, but she wondered how useful they’d be when it actually came to a real battle. Would she just choke and freeze up again? She really hoped not… she was excited to travel with Wyll and Karlach at least, far more than she had been about Lae’zel and Astarion. Wyll and Karlach were both lovely, she’d spent ages last night talking to them both and she was sure they’d be more understanding than the others if she were to struggle in a fight. She hoped so, anyway.

At breakfast she learnt she wasn’t the only one to have such a dream. They all did, and were all given the same advice - the tadpoles could give them powers, and they should embrace them. Lae’zel, of course, immediately rejected it as an Illithid trick. Gale and Astarion were shocked to find they both had the same opinion and thought they should embrace the powers. Eventually the group agreed to at least wait until they understood the powers more before making any decisions.

With breakfast done it wasn’t long til they were off.

“So, how far to this grove?” Karlach asked. They’d agreed to go there first and see if Dammon could help with her infernal engine.

“It’s about an hour’s walk,” Wyll answered. “We’ll see if we can get any more supplies while we’re there, too. Then we’ll head to the village. I think we should search west of there for the goblin camp, it looked like there was more goblin activity in that direction.”

“Were there any survivors in the village?” Gale asked, but Wyll regretfully shook his head.

“Not that we could find. Goblins looked like they’d been there a long time. Best we can do for the villagers now is avenge them.”

“Poor bastards,” Karlach muttered. “Probably not the only ones, too. Whole area seems to be swarming with the little fuckers.”

“That’ll end once we take out the leaders,” Wyll said confidently.

The walk to the grove was largely uneventful, but luckily the conversation with Dammon was not, and infernal iron was added to their list of objectives. The group split up for a bit to ask around for any information or leads on the whereabouts of the goblin camp, as well as to gather whatever supplies they’d each need.

As Saff headed back to the rendezvous point she spotted Gale sat on a low wall in the corner of the grove. He was hunched over and at first she thought he might be looking at something, but as she approached she realised it looked like he was tired or even in pain. She increased her pace as she headed over, growing concerned for him.

“Gale?” she asked. His head snapped up in surprise as he heard his name.

“Oh, Saff! Got everything you need?” he asked as he stood up.

“Yes… are you ok?”

“Yes, yes, fine. Just a bit tired. Didn’t sleep well last. I blame that dream, couldn’t stop thinking about it afterwards,” he said as he led them back through the grove.

“Can’t believe you think you should use those powers…” she murmured disapprovingly.

“If we’re going to be stuck with these tadpoles anyway, then we might as well use any advantage offered to us. But I don’t deny the logic in taking a cautious approach. I just hope we keep an open mind about it.”

“I’ll keep an open mind, but it’s going to take something pretty convincing to make me give any more of my mind to the tadpole than it already has.”

“If you don’t wish to use it no one will force it on you. But if we can ascertain it will be safe - or, at least, safe within reasonable expectations - then I will consider it myself.”

She glanced at him for a moment in concern. She didn’t want to lose any more of his mind to the tadpole, either…

They reunited with Wyll and Karlach and soon were off. They headed westwards towards the village, the conversation mostly dominated by Karlach talking about how excited she was about potentially being able to touch people soon. Though Saff was growing ever more concerned as Gale was being uncharacteristically quiet and even starting to lag behind a bit.

Suddenly she was given something much more urgent to be concerned about as an arrow flew through the air and embedded itself into Karlach’s shoulder. She growled and pulled it out, looking in the direction it came from. A group of goblins came running out from their hiding places, hollering as they descended on the group.

With a battle cry and a flare of fire, Karlach grabbed her axe and ran towards them, ready to cut them to pieces. Wyll followed, rapier ready, diving into battle with her. Gale cast the first spell, a firebolt straight into the side of one of the goblins. For a moment, panic began to grip Saff’s heart again… but this time, she was ready. Going through the now practised movements, she summoned a firebolt of her own, chose a target, and threw it.

The fight barely even lasted a minute, but by the end she was exhilarated. Adrenaline pumped through her thumping heart, every sense alert. She’d never felt so alive. She knew not to get cocky - this had been an easy fight - but she still couldn’t help but look over at Gale with a big smile, proud of herself and hoping he felt the same.

Her smile disappeared when she saw him. Wincing and clutching at his chest, he coughed and gasped in pain.

“Gale!” she cried, terrified he’d been hit by an arrow. She quickly looked for wounds to try to heal, but didn’t see any. In fact, he looked totally untouched… then, to her surprise, the tattoo on his chest began to glow.

He gasped again, seemingly racked by more pain as the tattoo glimmered, and stumbled to the side, catching himself on the wall of the bridge they were on and sitting on it before his legs gave way beneath him. “Is he ok??” Wyll called as he and Karlach ran over to them. “I have a healing potion!” Karlach said quickly as she pulled it out of her pack, but Gale held his hand up to stop her and shook his head.

“No… that… won’t help…” he wheezed, his breath ragged.

“What’s happening? What do you need?” Saff asked quickly. She considered trying to heal him, but if a healing potion wouldn’t help, she didn’t see how a spell would either.

“I need… magic,” he said after a long pause, unsurprised by the confused looks on their faces. “Magic items, to be precise. I… I need to absorb the… Weave inside…”

The tattoo’s flickering continued, unabated by his attempts to calm it. The three of them looked at each other, putting aside the confusion and questions for now and just doing as he asked.

“I don’t have anything,” Wyll said quickly, looking hopeless.

“Me neither,” Karlach added. “There must be something round here…” she glanced round, hoping to spot anything that might help.

Saff turned from them back to Gale, then began taking the locket off from round her neck.

“No, Saff…” he whispered. He knew what that locket had come to mean to her - a symbol of her first victory as an adventurer. Not in battle, but achieving something just as heroic - saving a child’s life. She’d not taken it off since she got it.

“We don’t have anything else!”

“But it’s important to you…”

She pressed it into the palm of his hand and closed his fingers around it, holding his hand in both of hers as she met his eyes.

“You’re more important to me,” she said firmly, holding his gaze for a moment, before letting go of his hand and stepping back to let him do whatever he needed to do.

For a moment he couldn’t act, left in surprise by her touch, the way she’d looked at him, the sincerity in her words…

Another wave of pain through his body snapped him back to reality. He closed his eyes and lifted his hand to his chest, then the others watched in awe as a bright, purple light seeped through his fingers and into his chest. The tattoo shone brightly now, the light stretching all the way up his neck, seemingly fed by the magic from the artefact. As he opened his hand the locket itself disintegrated into light, flowing into him, then finally it all stopped and the light disappeared.

“Aahh…” he sighed, feeling the pain fade away, then finally opened his eyes and looked at Saff. “Thank you, Saff,” he said sincerely.

The three of them stared at him with wide eyes and open mouths.

“What in the HELLS was that?!” Karlach gasped in shock.

“I've never seen anything like that before…” Wyll whispered. Saff just remained quiet.

“Ah, yes, I'm sure you all have many questions. You see, I have this… condition. Very different to our tadpoles, but just as deadly. The essence of it is this: I must find magical artefacts and consume the Weave within,” he explained. The three continued to stare at him, dumbfounded.

“You… consume Wave??” Saff managed eventually. He nodded. “I… I didn’t know such a thing was… possible…”

“Yeah, I saw a lot in my time in the Hells, but didn’t see anyone doing that,” Karlach agreed.

“It is not a common affliction, true. In fact I would wager I’m likely the only one to have ever faced it. Which has made understanding and researching it quite difficult.”

“Wait, so you don’t even know what it is??” Saff gasped. Everything he said just made her worry more. “But… how did you get it? Or have you had it your whole life?”

“No, not my whole life. And I do know what it is, but trying to find a way to cure it is what has proved difficult. For now all I know is I need to consume magic to keep it at bay.”

“So what is it?” Saff asked. He felt their eyes on him, waiting for an answer… but he couldn’t face going into it right now. Not yet. He sighed and looked away sadly.

“The consequences of my mistakes…” he said quietly, a deep sadness in his voice. A quiet hung over them as they pondered the meaning of his words, til Karlach broke the silence.

“Well, if you need magic items, we’d better start looking! We’ll start with those goblins, never know what they might have on ‘em!”

Finally, Gale managed a smile.

“Thank you,” he said to her. “Thank you all, for understanding. I know I ask a lot with few answers in return, but please… know that your trust in me is well placed.”

Wyll smiled and clapped him on the shoulder.

“We look out for each other here,” he promised him, then turned to Karlach. “Let’s check those goblins. Saff, stay with Gale and make sure he’s alright.”

She nodded, but couldn’t manage a smile. Karlach and Wyll headed off to check the goblins, leaving the two of them alone together. “You alright?” Gale asked, seeing how clearly worried she was.

“Are you??” she said quickly, rather surprised he would ask her that after what had just happened to him.

“I am now, yes. Thanks to you,” he said with a smile, but she didn’t return it. She looked away, a pained look on her face.

“Saff?” he asked, watching her for a moment, before she finally turned back.

“You said… deadly…” she almost whispered as she looked back at him. He realised now there were tears in her eyes. It pained him that he couldn’t comfort her without lying - it was the truth of his condition, after all.

“Only if I don’t get the artefacts I need,” he said, hoping that might offer some comfort to her.

“And if we don’t find any? Magic items aren’t exactly common…” she asked nervously.

“Then… I will find some other solution,” he said, sincerely hoping that was true. Unfortunately he knew the chances of finding another solution after he’d been searching for one for a year was… unlikely. It seemed Saff sensed that too. She looked away again, her lip shaking as if she was trying not to cry.

“Saff, it’s ok,” he said softly, putting his hand on her arm. “We’ll figure this out. I’ll be fine.”

She looked back at him, sniffing slightly as she tried to blink the tears away and take comfort in his words. Still, she had so many questions.

“Is this… related to your blood?” she asked after a moment, hoping he wouldn’t find her questions too intrusive. He didn’t rebuff her though, he just gave a solemn nod. In some ways she was glad she knew a bit more about that now, but in other ways she felt like she knew even less. Her eyes went down to the tattoo again. It was calm now, but it had seemed almost… angry, before.

“Is it the tattoo? It was glowing, and the Weave passed into it…”

“Ah, that’s not a tattoo,” he said, lightly brushing his fingers over it. “It’s… well, I’m not sure what I’d call it. A marking, I suppose.”

Slowly, without even thinking about it, she raised her hand and gently touched it as well, moving her fingers across the purple swirling lines. Now it became very clear it wasn’t a tattoo - the skin was indented slightly where it was marked, and she could feel it was definitely warmer than the rest of his skin.

Gale’s breath caught in his throat as she touched him. He wouldn’t let anyone else do that, that’s for sure. He too could feel the orb’s warmth emanating from the marking - it always felt like that for a while after absorbing a dose of Weave. Though, he wondered, was it slightly warmer than usual as he felt her fingertips brushing over his skin?

“Sorry,” she said quickly, suddenly pulling her hand away as she realised how intrusive that had been.

“It’s ok,” he assured her. “In fact, you’re welcome to study it. If you have any insights at all, I’d love to hear them.”

“That might be easier if I knew what it was,” she said, looking back up at him. She regretted saying that though as the pained look came back to him and he looked away slightly. “Sorry, if you don’t want to talk about it-”

“I do,” he interrupted. “Just… not right now. But I promise, I will tell you. When I can.”

She nodded, partly glad he wanted to tell her, but also worried about what could have been so bad he couldn’t bring himself to talk about it.

Meanwhile, Karlach had been watching them from the end of the bridge, getting distracted from her job of searching the bodies.

“Find anything yet?” Wyll called to her as he dutifully got on with his job.

“Oh, uh, no! Not yet!” she quickly called back. Wyll stood up from the goblin he’d been searching and gave her a knowing look.

“How are they?” he asked, stepping over the bodies to join her looking over at Saff and Gale.

“Just talking. Poor Saff… she looked devastated.”

“Can hardly blame her. I’m worried about him too,” he said softly. They watched as Saff gently touched Gale’s chest, leaving him looking a bit flustered for a moment.

“That light seemed to go into his tattoo. I’m starting to think I’m not the only one with some maleficent thing in my chest,” Karlach theorised.

“You could be right. Hard to say though, he didn’t tell us much about it. ‘The consequences of my mistakes’... wonder what he did.”

“Hah! Gods, he does like being dramatic, doesn’t he? But I suppose wizards can be a bit like that, dramatic and mysterious.” She watched as he and Saff shared a long look together. “Saff seems to like it, though…”

Wyll couldn’t help but chuckle.

“You’re not wrong there,” he commented.

“They are cute, aren’t they? Our two wizards.” She then looked at him suddenly as she realised something. “Ooh wait, is this why you had her stay with him while we came to loot the bodies??”

“They looked like they could do with a moment together,” he said casually with a small shrug. He then headed over to meet Saff and Gale, who’d now stood up and were heading across the bridge to meet them.

“Sorry to say, no magic items,” he told Gale as the four regrouped.

“Unsurprising for goblins, I suppose,” Gale said, glancing at the bodies. “Oh, before we go any further - I must apologise to you all for not bringing this up sooner. I had not expected the cravings to come so soon, nor so suddenly. It is usually a build up over a number of days, rather than a single morning. Hopefully we will be granted more time before I need another.”

“Indeed. We’ll be sure to put any magic items we find aside for you,” Wyll promised him.

Gale said his thanks and the group continued, venturing into the village and beyond in search of the goblin camp.

#gale #bg3 gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #gale x tav

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shi-daisy · 8 months ago

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Future Plans

Day 2! I'll be honest this entry is a bit short, cuz I was seriously stumped but I hope you like seeing Tammy in his soldier days. Hope you like!

@tamlinweek

Tamlin Week 2024- Day 2- Warrior/Poet

Future Plans

The bonfire burned brightly as they gathered around it and ate some rations before sleeping, Tamlin was about to fall over if Amdras hadn't wacked him in the back of the head.

"Eat before you pass out, princey!"

"Jerk."

"Leave Tamlin alone, Andy!" Rosencratz said as he took a sip of wine. "He saved our asses today!"

"Yeah! Just for bothering him it's your turn to talk!" Clavel told him.

The brunette twins and the rest of the squad didn't give up so he shrugged. "Fine. Once we are done with service I'll become a sentry and work until retirement, maybe get married ans have kiddo if I find the right person."

"Awww that's cute! Okay me next! I want to be a chef!" Lilianne, a blue haired blue skinned soldier spoke up. The tiny woman certainly always brought a good fight. Tamlin had no doubts she'd make honors when service finished.

"Ill cook with you Lili! What's say you, Lance? What shall you do?" A tiny male pixie spoke to their shadow wraith friend.

The tall grey skinned fae smiled. "I want to be a gardener. I love Spring! Moving here was the best decision I made!"

"I hear that!" Andras beamed, he was still pale and cold to the touch betraying his Winter heritage yet he seemed very happy to be here. "What about you, Tamlin? What shall you become after military service ends?"

What could he become? He wanted to be a traveling muscian but doubted that could come to pass before Oisin died and one of his brothers took the throne. Then he thought back to the parchments and verses that were on his pack along with weapons.

"I'd be a poet."

"A poet...That suits you, your limericks are always a riot!" Rosencratz said.

"Write about us!" Lilianne joked.

The rest of the group chuckled, approving his decision. He felt slightly bashful having a familiar moment that he sorely lacked at the manor with his blood siblings.

No matter, they'd go back home tomorrow and be done serving in two days. Tamlin intended to reward all his squadamtes upon the end of service. For now he wanted to sleep.

None of them quite heard the roaring monsters in the distance.

***

Death is certain as the sunset over the horizon

Today I stand before you with eyes of iron

That our farewell would come in a thousand years time

Not just as we are about to reach the end of the line

Rest well, in fields of daisies and marigolds

Until we meet again in times of old.

Tamlin finished reading as he stared at the coffins. Only he and Andras made it to the end of service alive, for the rest of the squad perished during the attack on their camp. Tamlin doubted he'd ever forgive himself for failing them. He spent his nights since swearing such a thing wouldn't happen again.

Tamlin put his feelings into reading the verse before collapsing into a fit of crying. Andras held him in a hug until he was quiet.

"That was perfect, you did very well. Come, let's go back and let the morticians do their job. I heard Prince Dorevan called the Autumn prince's to celebrate. Luce will cheer us up."

He smiled sadly. "Yes, it's been a while..."

He stood and let Andras guide him away as they left the room. With one last glance at his friends he swore he'd write them a thousand poems.

"C'mon big guy. I'll take care of you for them." Andras said as they walked away, unaware of the smiles on his ghostly friends faces.

Hopefully neither would join them any time soon.

#tamlinweek2024 #tamlin #Day 2: poet/warrior

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pyramidsoul · 2 years ago

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Patrick Kennedy’s first and last encounter with Jeffrey Dahmer:

Grilling Dahmer, chapter 2:

I entered first and saw three more uniformed cops, all dripping with sweat. They were straddling a Caucasian male suspect, who lay face down on the floor, handcuffed behind his back and shackled at the feet. One officer had his knee firmly in the suspect's back, another held his leg-ironed feet, and the third cop wiped his face with a hanky. Their uniforms looked just as unkempt as the first officer's.

I looked at the suspect as he lay on the floor. His light-colored hair was greasy and wet with perspiration. The faded denim shirt he wore was drenched with sweat, and I noticed he was bleeding slightly from the corner of his mouth. There was an obvious rug burn on his right elbow, glistening blood red. He appeared completely defeated, but his condition showed that a great struggle brought him to that point. He was motionless but made an ever-so-faint crying whine, like that of a child or a cat in the night.

The suspect walked slowly as he tried to negotiate the leg irons. His head was bowed over his slouched shoulders, but even in this position, I could tell he was over six feet and in good shape.

The wagon pulled up to the entrance of the apartment building, so the trip from the door was quick. I assisted the suspect into the wagon and climbed in after him. The two conveying officers got in the front and drove away toward the station. No one said a word as we cruised back downtown. I eyed the suspect as we rode. Although he was a good-sized man, he appeared almost fragile, sitting hunched over and trembling slightly. At the station, he cooperated-almost zombie-like as I led him into the prisoner elevator and up to the interrogation rooms on the fourth floor.

Once inside, I pointed to the cuffs and leg irons and said, "Take these off him."

"Look, Pat, I wouldn't do that. I had to fight with this fuckhead and he's no pussy." I looked at the copper and his pudgy partner and I knew he was not kidding.

I turned to the suspect. "Hey, if you give me your word you won't act up, we can take these off."

For the first time, the suspect looked at me directly and I caught his steely blue eyes. He nodded in affirmation and I motioned again for the officers to remove his shackles.

Grilling Dahmer, chapter 22/23:

Two deputies flanked Jeff and returned him to the holding cell. I walked over to him, standing alone, locked inside. As I approached, he moved closer to the bars of his cell. I reached through and took his outstretched hand. "Pat, I want to thank you for everything you did for me," he said. Shaking his hand for what I believed would be the last time, I said, “Good luck, Jeff. Take care of yourself." Then I turned and walked away.

People always say that I must have seen evil in his eyes as I sat down face to face with him during our interrogations, and I have to honestly tell them that I didn't. I saw a very normal, ordinary guy who-when we talked about things other than his crimes seemed very much like me, like you, like anybody you would meet.

“Despite Dahmer's crimes, Kennedy describes an odd kind of kinship that developed as he genuinely began accepting Dahmer's remorse for his numerous murders, and therefore experienced some grief when Dahmer was beaten to death a few years later. Kennedy quickly adds that he didn't befriend Dahmer at all during the time they spent meeting, and never considered him as anything other than a murder suspect. He did not continue to correspond with him and, in fact, never saw him again after Dahmer was led off to serve his sentence.”

More about Kennedy perspective:

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As strange as it may seem, Jeffrey really trusted Detective Kennedy, and on the other hand Detective Kennedy low-key liked Dahmer. Without the help of Kennedy, Jeffrey wouldn’t opened up so easily.

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braveclementine · 4 months ago

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The Beach

Warnings: 18+readersonly, slight master kink, oral, threesome, m x m smut, sub!Steve Rogers, pet names

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own my OCs, which consist of Penny Fury, Elizabeth Nelson, Elijah Chan, Katya Venice, Violetta Moscow, Lan Le, Josh, Trang Tien, Ahni Jallow, Mai Ito, and Ghaida Kashual as well as other OCs that will come up throughout the story.

The colours are pretty much perfect, although I would've liked just a little bit more blue. And the kind've reddish colour should be more purply but altogether, the green is the exact shade I thought it would be. Wish the jaw line was more curved though since it's Iron Woman, but it was more of an Iron Man design.

🍄🐚 𝕊𝕋ᵒŕ𝐲 🍙🤾‍♀️

Tony took everyone to the beach about one and a half months after Chamber was born. He had a private island with a huge mansion built on it with plenty to do there. And so, they went. And that's where they were now.

Penny was on her stomach, laying down next to Violetta who was also sunbathing, looking at her phone. She was wearing a maroon coloured two- piece bathing suit and looked lovely in it. Penny was wearing sky blue.

Elijah was sitting up, far away from the waves, asleep with his arms behind his head.

Elizabeth was walking along the edge of the beach with Clint and Rhodey. She wasn't wearing a bathing suit, but a white dress instead, looking like a Disney princess or something.

Wanda, Natasha, and most of the other male Avengers were out in the ocean, laughing and playing with each other except Stephen. The Sorcerer was sitting up on the sand, under an umbrella with Katya in his arms.

Katya always had to be in either Stephen or Loki's arms nearly twenty-four seven because of the child in her stomach as he grew bigger. They were calculating what the soonest possible time could be to getting him out safely for both the child and the mother. But Katya continued to insist that she could do it.

Katya was wearing a white shirt over her two piece black bathing suit. Trang and Ghaida were sitting near them, Trang wearing a vibrant red colour. Meanwhile, Ghaida wore some sort of traditional outfit so that her skin didn't show.

Laughter spread out across the beach as Elizabeth sprinted away from Clint and Tony splashed Natasha in the face with ocean water.

"You want to join them?" Violetta asked sleepily.

"Nah." Penny mumbled, looking over at her Italian love. "I'd rather lay here with you. It's calmer. Quieter too."

Vi laughed, "Ah I see. Because my throat hurts to much to talk."

"Oh?" Penny giggled, "Why does your throat hurt hmm?"

Vi blushed, "No reason. At all. Has nothing to do with Bruce or last nights flight from Florida to here."

"Plane sex." Penny muttered. "I should put that on my bucket list."

Violetta laughed louder at that. "I'll help you out with that task."

"I'll take you up on that." Penny said, turning over and closing her eyes against the sun.

"So can you tan?" Violetta teased.

"Nope. I always burn." Penny sighed, pointing at the pink umbrella that was only a few feet away. "I'll need to get under that very soon unless I want to be in pain the rest of the vacation."

"This is nice." Violetta hummed after a moment. "This vacation. I don't remember the last time I did something like this."

"Really?" Penny asked softly.

Violetta rolled over on her side, propping herself up on her elbow, "I don't know. Katya sometimes took me on family vacations when I was younger. They were rich enough to afford it and it wasn't like I had family to go with or stay with instead. And once we grew up they weren't really like this. And honestly, any vacations we tried going on usually ended up in some sort of fight."

"Oh." Penny said, unsure what else to say.

"Yep." Vi sighed, closing her eyes again. "It doesn't matter that much though. We have this now, so why bitch about not having it before? Besides, I prefer it like this. Vacation is supposed to be with people you love and I'm glad we're all. . . " Vi cut off and quickly fixed her words, "I'm glad we're together."

Penny got up, moving the umbrella in further so that she would be in the shade now, before laying back down next to Violetta. She watched a shadow walk closer and heard Rhodey ask, "Can I join you ladies?"

"Of course." Penny smiled up at him, heart flipping in her chest. It was so ridiculous, this crush on him. It made no sense whatsoever.

"You're warm." Rhodey commented, a hand placed gently on her hip. "Did you put sunscreen on?"

"Shhh." Violetta said playfully and said in a fake whisper, "Don't let Elizabeth overhear you talking about poison lotion going into your skin."

Rhodey rolled his eyes, but Penny was storing these nuggets away for later. Remembering how Ghaida had avoided Steve's question had put her on high alert towards anything pharmaceutically made. Not to mention. . . it wasn't like Big Pharma was exactly trusted by the African American population. Not after the Tuskegee experiment.

"Oh knock it off." Rhodey muttered, closing his eyes as well as he laid behind Penny. "There's nothing wrong with sunscreen."

Penny smiled. "Oh but you never know. . . have you ever read the ingredients in a bottle of sunscreen?"

Violetta groaned, "No! Not you too! Penny don't go over to the dark side!"

Penny giggled at that and Rhodey chuckled.

Violetta slowly fell asleep and Penny got up so she could angle the umbrella and its' shade over Vi as well. Then, as she laid back down, she faced Rhodey.

"Hey sweet mama." Rhodey said, smiling slightly at her. "You know if you get to hot, we can go back inside?"

Penny smiled and nodded a little. "Yeah, I know. It's just. . . such a beautiful day isn't it?"

Rhodey smiled, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest. She wondered why her heart was beating so fast. She just smiled into his shoulder then, closing her eyes.

"Hey, do you want to try something different?" Rhodey asked awkwardly. She opened her eyes to see he looked a little hesitant.

"What kind of different?" Penny asked, heart definitely speeding up in her chest now, doing unpleasant flips.

He thought about it and then asked, "Well like Stephen, Tony, and Loki are trying to move. . . I guess like further with Trang? Like planning dates and taking their relationship further than just, you know, sex. I was just wondering if that was something that you might be interested in doing with me?"

Penny's whole face burned and she ducked her head in happiness, "I would love that James."

She could feel Rhodey's body relax besides hers and even heard his sigh of relief. She smiled gently at him, "Worried?"

"Well," Rhodey said, tucking her hair behind her ear, "I know around the tower and stuff it's mostly sex or cuddling or affection. . . but nothing. . . well I suppose what I consider as 'serious'. And I've kind've missed that. And I mean, I wasn't sure how much you like me, but um, I like you. . . like a lot. So I figured I might as well take the risk."

Penny leaned up to gently kiss him on the lips, drawing back and saying, "Well, it'll be my first date, so high expectations." She winked.

"First?" He asked in shocked. "You never had a date before you met us? None of those idiots ever took you on a date?" He pointed behind her at where most of her soulmates were dancing in water, a boombox was on at the moment.

"Well, before I met my soulmates, my dad wasn't really the kind of father to really let me go out with anyone. Any experience I had before you guys was usually just. . . sex. Because if he was gone, I was at a safe house with, well, usually er- Rumlow." She winced.

Rhodey nodded as as Penny hesitated, thinking about how much she hated herself for being with Rumlow, he cupped her face, "Hey. It's not like you knew. You thought he was just like any other guy."

"I know." Penny whispered. "But, um, yeah and well we're not really supposed to be leaving the tower. Steve said he wanted to take me on a date, but he also wanted to take me on a real one, outside. So I mean, you know. . . it's not that they don't want to. It's just. . ."

"Life isn't working out right now." Rhodey smiled.

"Exactly." Penny said and smiled at him. "I would love to go on a date with you. And just because it's my first date doesn't mean you have to go all out James. I'll love anything you plan, even if you just want to go on a walk in the park. The location, the activities, it doesn't matter. As long as I'm with you."

Rhodey was silent as he pulled her closer to him and the two of them laid there, before Penny fell asleep in his arms.

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Tony listened and watched as Trang, Ghaida, and Elizabeth sat on the living room floor of the beach house. Elizabeth was arranging all of her shells in colour order, and was listening to Trang as she talked.

"Mollusks produce calcium carbonate, laying down layers over the years. And this forms seashells." Trang explained. "The difference in color comes from the water it lives in, and what the animal eats. Since we're in the Caribbean, the seashell colours are much brighter than you might find in say Connecticut or Maine."

"I like this one." Elizabeth said, holding up a brown and turquoise coloured seashell.

"What kind is it?" Trang asked Ghaida.

"Tulip shell." Elizabeth answered instead. "I think I want to find more of this colour tomorrow."

All of the girls had changed out of their bathing suits and into summer dresses. Both Ghaida and Trang were wearing bright yellow and Tony thought they both looked amazing in the bright colour. Ghaida had also cut her long black hair so that it was more curly and shoulder length.

Elizabeth was wearing a white dress, with a lei around her neck. She had also pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her chin on them, her arms wrapped around them. She looked tired as well.

Penny came in at that moment, looking drop dead gorgeous in a peach coloured dress. She smiled when she saw Tony, coming over to sit down next to him and he put an arm around her shoulder.

"So what's going on?" Penny asked.

"We're looking at all of the shells Elizabeth found." Trang said, relaxing back on the floor. She'd taken her glasses off and Tony admired how she looked without them. "She's found some really pretty ones."

"Don't you look pretty." Violetta's voice said, winking at Penny as she walked in with Katya and Stephen. Stephen sat down on Tony's other side, letting Katya rest in his arms. Tony was a bit surprised to find that Katya looked like some ethereal sort of goddess in her beautiful white dress.

Violetta wasn't wearing a dress, having settled for a white crop top and black shorts, sitting down next to Penny.

"Where is everyone else?" Trang asked as they helped put Elizabeth's shells in her bucket.

"They're grabbing fishing rods to catch dinner." Katya said, shifting slightly uncomfortably in Stephen's arms.

Elizabeth looked up at that, "They're going to eat the fishies?" She asked in a small voice.

Trang looked at her for a second, then turned to Katya. "Uh, where are they?"

"Heading up the southend of the island." Violetta answered, rolling her eyes. "And you don't have to stop them form eating fish just because of her. We always used to eat fish. And Elizabeth, you'll literally eat Lobster tails if we give you enough butter so."

Elizabeth nodded, accepting that whatever Violetta said was true, lowering her head back to her knees.

Tony looked sideways at Penny. "You want to do something fun?"

"Oh so hanging out with us isn't fun Stark?" Trang teased.

"Not at all Tien." Tony shot back. "After all, intellectual crowd is so b-b-boring." He pretended to yawn. Trang and Penny both laughed.

Elizabeth picked up her bucket of seashells and made her way out of the room.

"Is she okay?" Penny asked.

"The heat is probably just getting to her." Violetta said. "The sun will suck her powers out since ice is part of it. If she gets to dehydrated she can get sick."

Tony could feel Stephen next to him as he turned to look at Violetta, "And does she know this about herself?"

"Oh. Right." Violetta sighed. "Forgot about that bit."

"I'll go to her." Penny said, standing up.

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Elijah roared with laughter as he watched Pietro slip on one of the rocks and tumble off the cliff ending to splash into the water below all of them. Wanda chuckled, standing there in a nice orange sundress, using her powers to lift him back onto the rocks.

"I thought you were sure footed." Clint said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Shouldn't you have seen that coming?"

"Ha ha." Pietro said, getting to his feet, shaking himself like he was a dog. "Funny. You're all comedians."

Then Clint was suddenly flying into the water as Pietro pushed him in. As Clint's head broke over the water waves, Pietro called down, "What? Didn't see that coming?"

Clint gave Pietro the finger.

Natasha chuckled, having gotten it all on video.

"You'll send that to me later, right?" Elijah asked the Russian spy with a grin.

Nat raised her eyebrows at him. "Maybe. . . if you подари мне мою летящую птицу." [Submit to me my flying bird]

"Oh?" Elijah asked teasingly. "Is this blackmail I'm hearing my Huálì de húlí?" [Gorgeous fox]

"Flattery gets you nowhere in this life." Natasha continued the banter.

"On the contrary," Elijah said, sliding up to her, to wrap an arm around her waist and she smirked at him. He ghosted her lips with his, "It gets me everything." and he plucked the phone from her hand, twirling around and airdropping the video to his own phone.

Natasha tackled him into the sand, "You are more of a fox than me you little trickster."

Elijah chuckled, rolling over to pin her down lightly, slipping her phone back into the pocket of her sundress. "Just teasing." He kissed her on the lips and then sat up.

"We have fish." Clint celebrated, holding up a huge Mahi Mahi in his hands. Bruce held a second one.

"Well, clearly, we're set." Sam laughed, waving his hand at the size of them.

"Eh, maybe six more just for these three." Wanda poked Thor and Steve in the arms.

"Yes!" Thor exclaimed, already fishing for more, "I could eat a whole one and still have room for more!"

"Yes, yes, you glutton." Loki grumbled, lounging in the shade, looking like the heat was affecting him.

Heat was affecting him. . .

"Shit." Elijah cursed aloud, grabbing his phone, getting back to his feet.

"What?" Half of them asked.

"Penny?" Elijah asked in confusion as the girl answered his wifes' phone, "Where's Elizabeth?"

"Oh." Penny's voice sounded worried, "I don't know. She seems a little sick Elijah. She says she has a really bad headache. I don't know. Violetta said it was the heat-"

"Okay. Thanks." Elijah sighed, closing his eyes, hating himself. He should have remembered this. He was such a fucking idiot. And he couldn't do anything about it because he was literally made of heat.

"What's wrong?" Steve asked, the others looking at him.

Elijah gestured to Loki, "Seeing you being affected by the heat. I remembered how Elizabeth gets affected by the heat. And I forgot to tell her about the heat and-" He gritted his teeth, pressing the heels of his palms against his eyes, "Fuck I'm an idiot!"

"Elijah." Wanda put a hand on his arm. "Is she okay?"

"I forgot. This is my fault." He replied dully. "Since her body is made up of ice, the heat will drain it. And it'll make her sick. And I can't do anything about it because I'll just make it worse." He looked at Bucky and Loki apologetically. "I'm sorry. If one of you two-"

"I'll do it." Bucky and Loki said at the same time, Bucky putting down the fishing rod. Bucky put a hand on Elijah's shoulder. "We're family. We'll help her. And don't' blame yourself. We all forget things every once in a while and fun. . . well it always takes the serious thoughts away."

"Just, make sure to bring her food too." Elijah said quickly, trying to remember everything now. "Ice cream or milkshakes, watermelon, something cold and has liquid in it-"

"Calm down." Loki said. "We've got it."

And he watched the two of them hurry back to the house. Elijah turned and walked away from the group. Wanda quickly caught up with him. "Elijah, why are you blaming yourself?" She grabbed his elbow and he looked down at the red-headed girl. "It's not your fault, you know?"

He sighed, "Because it is. Because she doesn't remember, doesn't know. So it's on me to remind her, to tell her. But I forgot and now she's sick and in pain and its my fault."

Wanda sighed, "It's not and you know that. Elijah, how are you supposed to remember every single thing in the world? Even for your soulmate? God, sometimes even I forget she lost her memory, because she acts so normally with us. We all do. And we're having fun, Elijah. Bucky is right. You're living in the moment so don't. . . don't ruin your fun, okay? Come back, be with us."

"But what if it's worse this time?" Elijah worried.

"And what if it's nothing at all?" Wanda countered. "What if it's just a headache? Besides, like you said, you can't do anything now. Bucky and Loki will take her food and they'll keep her cold again. You know you can trust them with her. They'll take good care of her."

Wanda held out her hand and Elijah smiled. He slipped his hand into hers. "You're right. Let's go. I'll teach you this handy trick we learned in Hong Kong to fish."

"I'd love that." Wanda said.

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Elizabeth's head was splitting open. Her head was pounding so badly, it felt like it was taking up not only the front of her head, but it was aching in the back. It felt like it was behind both eyes and in her nose and behind her right ear. She clutched her hands to her head, her eyes closed, trying to get it to go away.

Penny explained that Violetta had said it was the heat. Which, Elizabeth supposed, made sense. But it wasn't like it helped her get her headache away. And her stomach was aching, turning, weird feeling.

There was a knock at the door and she wanted to whimper at the loudness of it. Penny didn't answer verbally, opening the door.

She felt the bed dip and very gently, someone's cold hands pulled her into them. She saw it was James and she closed her eyes again.

"Doll?" James barely asked in a whisper. "How are you feeling? What hurts?"

She didn't want to speak, because she felt even talking increased the pain. "Head. Stomach."

Loki sat down on the either side of her, holding a tub of ice-cream. "Pet. Sit up for me and eat this."

She didn't move, closing her eyes again. Sleepily, she grabbed James' metal hand, putting it against her forehead and sighed in pleasure.

"It's your favorite flavor." Loki sang. "I mixed cookies n' cream with cookie dough."

Very slowly, still holding James' hand to her forehead, she sat up. She looked at James, then let go of his hand. He kept his hand there for her and she took the bowl. She pouted at Loki, "Bribery."

"Well, you need to eat." Loki said, placing his hands on her stomach and leg. She'd striped down to nothing to hopefully cool herself off and now she relished the coldness of their hands. She took the ice cream and was glad that was cold too. And she loved the way the ice-cream went down her throat.

"Just so you know," James said softly. "Elijah wanted to be here, but he doesn't want to make it worse for you. When you're feeling better, even if that's later tomorrow, give him a call. He's worried."

Elizabeth nodded. "Can. . . just text. . . I'm okay?"

"Of course doll." James said, reaching over to grab her phone. "Password?"

"108158." She mumbled, before shoving more ice-cream into her mouth. "Good. Thanks, Loki."

"You're welcome princess." Loki whispered softly.

After a moment, she set the ice-cream aside, and then snuggled into Loki's body, grabbing James' hand to put it back on her forehead.

She fell asleep easily and Bucky sighed, "She actually is hot."

"I've always thought that." Loki said slyly and Bucky shook his head in amusement.

It was quiet and peaceful for about twenty minutes or so, when Elizabeth whimpered suddenly.

"Well she wasn't sleeping long." Loki muttered as she stirred.

Elizabeth struggled out of their arms, rushing to the bathroom.

"Doll." Bucky yelped, hurrying behind her and gathering her hair up as she started to throw up into the toilet.

They waited patiently as she continued to throw up everything in her stomach, before retching several times as her stomach was empty, her entire body shuddering in his arms. Finally, she just collapsed in Bucky's arms.

"Don't feel good." She muttered.

"Yeah, I can see that doll." Bucky whispered softly, gently picking her up in his arms. He hesitated, knowing that she couldn't have medicine because it didn't react well with her body. He set her back down on the bed and looked at Loki, "Do we have crackers?"

"I'll go look." Loki slipped off the bed and said, "Get her water," Before walking out the door.

"Drink this doll." He said, propping her up and giving her the water. She drank a little, continuing to try and put the glass down, but he wouldn't let her until she drained the entire thing. "Good girl."

She only hummed, her eyes closed and she turned into him a little.

Loki came back with some crackers, which she ate, before falling asleep again. He put a pan down by the bedside table. "Let's just keep an eye on her fluids for now. The sugar in the ice-cream probably didn't help her stomach. I don't really know what Midgardians do for sickness other than soup, which being hot, won't help her."

Bucky nodded. "She probably just got some sort of small flu. Plus, it's the first time she's ever been somewhere extremely hot. She's just getting used to it."

"Exactly." Loki said softly, laying down. Bucky smiled as Loki snuggled into both of them and he wrapped his flesh arm around Loki, keeping his metal arm on Elizabeth's forehead and watched both of them drift off to sleep.

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"That was amazing." Clint moaned, pushing back on his chair as everyone finished off the fish that Elijah and Trang had cooked together.

"Indeed!" Thor said, kicked back with a beer.

"We saved some for Bucky and Loki right?" Penny asked in concern.

"Of course." Steve nodded.

"Nah." Violetta said, smirking. "You snooze you lose and that was amazing fish."

Steve rolled his eyes and pointed to the pan that still contained plenty of fish for Bucky and Loki.

The only other people missing from the dinner table besides Loki, Bucky, and Elizabeth were Stephen and Katya.

"Do we have dessert?" Clint asked excitedly.

Natasha and Trang laughed at him while Ghaida nodded, getting up from her seat. "I made something a little different tonight, um, from my home country. It's called Rasgulla. It's basically a ball of Indian cottage cheese and cooked in sugar syrup. I also made Thekua, which is a kind of cookie. And of course, for the cowardly people, I made chocolate chip cookies."

"Yep, well I'm a coward then." Rhodey chuckled, picking up one of the chocolate chip cookies without any shame.

Ghaida giggled, "More for me then."

Penny took one of the Thekua cookies and also a chocolate chip one. She liked the taste of the Thekua cookie. It seemed like it might have coconut in it and some sort of small seed for flavor. Chocolate chip of course, would also remain her favorite however.

"You're going to have to make me more of these." Bruce told Ghaida as he ate the Rasgulla. He blushed then and said, "O-or just teach me how to make my own, of course."

Tony snickered, clapping Bruce on the back, "Let her make them for you. Then you won't burn the kitchen down."

Ghaida laughed, "Of course Bruce, I would love to teach you how to make them. Besides, they're simple so it's not that hard to make them every day if you wanted. Besides, what else would I do?"

"I- um thanks." Bruce blushed again.

"Okay, um, can I talk to you guys about something serious?" Clint asked, suddenly sounding worried.

"Sure." Tony frowned.

Clint bit his bottom lip and then said, "I'm worried about Katya. I mean, the kid inside of her doesn't really know animals, right? And right now, it's been birds and chipmunks and squirrels. That's scary enough but what if. . . I mean is it possible for the kid to transform into an elephant or something? I mean-" Clint looked at Steve apologetically. "I would never want her to have an abortion under normal circumstances but we're talking about Katya's life here. . ."

Steve hesitated and then nodded, "I understand. And it's. . . with Sharon she was my kid. And yes, of course I would view Katya's kid as my own as well, but it is just a little different." Steve glanced at Ghaida, "Is there danger?"

"No." Ghaida shook her head, not looking worried. "The baby inside of her has a unique connection. He can actually feel the space around him and know that one, he is in something living and to become to big would hurt whatever he is in, and two, can tell that he is in someone he already loves. At the same time, he can't stop changing, it's part of him. But he can limit it. Katya will be in no danger at any time of her pregnancy. The only thing is this slight pain she is having from him transforming so much, but being with Stephen and Loki so much has definitely helped her immensely."

Clint relaxed in the chair, covering his face with his hands, "Thank God. I've been so worried. I didn't want to ask because I didn't want to know the answer. I was so scared."

Natasha wrapped her arms around him.

"Hey man, it's okay." Sam said softly.

Clint let out a shuddering breath and sat back up a little. "Sorry."

"You're all good man." Rhodey said.

Clint laughed then in relief as well and nodded, "Good food Ghaida."

She laughed then and the entire atmosphere relaxed.

"Bleh." Elijah suddenly wrinkled his nose, looking disgusted by something.

"You better not be making that face because of my food Elijah." Ghaida warned him, picking up a wooden spoon.

Elijah shook his head, glancing up at the ceiling. "No, she just um, threw up." Elijah shrugged, though he looked worried.

Loki came down only a few seconds later. "We have crackers, right?"

"Yeah." Pietro handed him a box of crackers he went and got from the pantry. "Is Princessa okay?"

"It's just a killer headache and some stomach pains." Loki said. "Nothing major." He made a faux sad face, "She prefers Bucky over me though. That damn metal hand."

Tony and Steve both laughed at that.

"You'll win her over darling." Tony winked.

"Get your own metal hand." Sam chortled.

"Hmm." Loki said thoughtfully. "Perhaps. Ooh, Thekua, don't mind if I do." He scooped up the rest of the cookies and ran with them.

"Oi!" Clint shouted after him but he was gone.

Tony chuckled again. "Well, what do you guys say we head off to the movie theater?"

"You have a movie theater here?" Violetta laughed. "Why am I not surprised."

Tony feigned being hurt, "What's wrong with a movie theater?"

"Oh you know." Vi continued to smirk, "Just a gorgeous island to explore and you put a movie theater in the house."

"Rainy days." Tony argued.

Violetta paused and then said, "Well, fair point."

"What do you guys want to watch?" Rhodey asked, standing up from the table while Steve and Bruce started to stack the plates together and Wanda filled up the sink with soapy water.

"Blazing saddles!" Sam shouted immediately. "I want to watch Blazing saddles."

Tony stared at him, "Umm. . . you do?"

Penny looked at Tony, "What's wrong with Blazing saddles?"

"What is Blazing saddles?" Steve asked, looking confused.

Tony pointed his finger between Sam and Penny, apparently unable to say anything. Rhodey crossed his arms, starting to grin, "Yeah Tony. What's wrong with Blazing saddles?"

"I- um- Blazing saddles it is!" Tony yelped, getting out of his chair, his arm around Trang's waist.

Penny giggled, grabbing Sam and Rhodey's arms. "You guys like Blazing saddles?"

"Favorite movie." Sam said and then shouted upwards so Tony would hear him, "Some people need to stop being so sensitive. Especially when they ain't black!"

Penny giggled and Rhodey chuckled at that. Tony flipped Sam the bird, but didn't turn around.

Penny curled up with Bruce and Wanda as she watched the movie. She loved as almost every minute into the movie, Steve continued to show a horrified expression on his face. Sam was consistently teasing Steve as well, whispering stuff in his ear that made Steve blush deeper.

"Best movie!" Sam crowed after it was over.

"How is that movie legal?" Violetta muttered.

"You know I only hear white people complaining." Rhodey chuckled, "The black people in the room love it."

"You're weird." Tony shook his head, kissing Rhodey on the cheek. "But that's okay."

"I just love it because you all get awkward." Sam snickered.

"You know I think Elizabeth actually likes the movie too, now that I think about it." Trang said, getting up and stretching.

"That's why she's my favorite." Sam and Rhodey said together before laughing and high-fiving each other.

"And my best friend." Penny giggled.

Natasha and Violetta both pouted at Penny while Wanda giggled as well.

"So it's decided, I'm going to bed with those two." Sam chuckled, pointing at Penny and Rhodey.

"Mmm." Steve said, before picking Sam up at the knees, putting him over his shoulder, carrying him off, "Penny you can follow!" Steve called over his shoulder.

Penny giggled, kissing Wanda and Bruce, then Nat, Vi, and Rhodey, blowing kisses to the others, running to catch up.

"Steve." Sam whined, playfully beating his fists lightly on Steve's back. "This is abuse!"

Steve chuckled, tossing open the door that led to his bedroom, plopping Sam down on the bed. He beckoned to Penny, who quickly joined them on the bed.

"Strip." Steve ordered.

"Yes. . . Master." Sam teased, slowly lifting his shirt over his head while Steve flushed terribly, freezing a little.

"I- wait-" Steve stuttered. "I didn't-"

"Aww." Penny pouted. "Sammy you broke him."

Sam pressed kisses to Steve's neck. "Stevie, come back to me."

"Sorry." Steve blushed, "I. . . isn't. . . you can't call me master Sam."

Sam pouted. Penny gently cupped Steve's face. "Sorry Steve. We were just playing around. We didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

Steve kissed her palm and said, "It's okay cookie. I thought. . . I thought we can't make jokes like that."

"You can't make jokes like that with sensitive people." Sam corrected, cupping Steve's other cheek. "But Stevie, we don't care. We make jokes about ourselves. You want to play around, we're game. You don't, we won't make you uncomfortable. We'll just keep that attitude with Rhodey. Promise."

Steve nodded. "Okay. Thanks."

Penny kissed his forehead. "You still in a fuckable mood?"

Steve's eyes darkened, "Oh Cookie. . . "

"Let us take care of you." Sam whispered in his ear and Penny went ahead, caressing Steves' thick thighs so that she could pull his boxers down, getting his erection in hand so she could start to tease his tip.

"But-"

"Let us take care of you tonight." Sam whispered softly, pushing Steve all the way back onto the bed. He started to kiss down Steve's chest, scraping his teeth against his skin while Penny deepthroated his cock.

Steve moaned, panting as the two of them worked him up. Penny dipped her hand down, rubbing her own clit as she worked him so that she would be ready to plop herself down on him as he got ready to blow.

Sam pulled Steve's nipples between his teeth and Steve was panting now, almost writhing underneath them.

"Oh- ngh- Pen- going-" Steve stuttered out. Penny pulled off of him with her mouth and felt a little bad as he whimpered in loss. She quickly straddled him, sinking down on his cock easily and loved his ecstatic moan.

Penny leaned over as she rocked on Steve's cock, taking Sams' into her mouth. Sam breathed in deeply, his breath stuttering in his throat.

"Oh fuck." Steve whimpered, "Fuck Penny, please, I'm so close."

"Cum Sugar." Sam murmured, nibbling at Steve's earlobe, gently bucking his hips so that his dick touched the back of Penny's throat. She quickly took more of him down her throat, mewling in pleasure as Steve's hands held her down completely on him, him spurting up into her. His eyes looked so dazed, but his fingers still came down to tease her clit until she came with him, Sam spilling into her mouth.

Penny went to the bathroom this time, grabbing the washcloth for the first time to clean Steve up.

"My job cookie." Steve murmured, pushing himself up to rest his back against the headboard, gently taking the washcloth from her.

"Not tonight." Sam took the washcloth from Steve, gently cleaning the three of them up before tossing the cloth back into the bathroom. "We love you Steve."

"Yep." Penny agreed as the two of them snuggled next to him on either side of him.

Steve smiled a little, wrapping his arms around each of them, closing his eyes, "What did I do to deserve you guys?"

Sam chuckled. "We're the lucky ones."

"I agree." Penny said softly, stroking Steve's cheek. "I love you dreamboat."

"I love you too cookie." Steve said, blinking back tears and the three of them fell asleep.

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lyricalmusingstuff · 1 year ago

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last time we talked, the night that i walked, burns like an iron in the back of my mind.

#musings #lyrics #rp musings #life after you #daughtry #request

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voiceoffenrisulfr · 6 months ago

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Becoming Spider-Man - Chapter Three Peter Parker Signs Some Papers

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> Peter Parker & Tony Stark (IronDad)

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 -> The one in which Peter signs some papers, and Tony has to talk about Feelings.

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 -> 1938

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 -> (T) References to a shitty guardian, but nothing specific.

𝐀/𝐍 -> Check it out below, or on AO3 here! Cute divider by @/sweetmelodygraphics! <- Previous Chapter (2/16) Next Chapter (4/16) ->

Living at Tony's was a breath of fresh air after the tension I was used to.

As long as I still went to school, I was left to do as I wished – within reason – and trusted to be responsible. Tony spent most of his time out of the house or holed up in his workshop, but he'd cleared a table for me in one corner, offered with a nonchalant wave of his hand and an utterance about keeping my space clean. I worked on my web shooters, asking questions as they arose, and valuing his input when offered, or else doing my homework. We spent countless hours in companionable silence, his music providing a comforting backing track, albeit at a volume more conducive to conversation than it had been that first night.

It was one such evening, three months into my time with Mr. Stark, when I shrugged off my backpack and dropped myself into my seat with a world-weary sigh, raising Tony's head from his latest indecipherable project. "Rough day, kid?"

"Penny this, Penny that…" I muttered, running my hands through my beloved hair. "You'd think they'd get the picture – but nope, they just think I'm a lesbian. Not that there's anything wrong with being a lesbian. It's just that I'm not one," I added, addressing the room as a whole as my cheeks began to burn. No way I'm discussing my sexuality with Iron Man… Gender is enough!

"Do you need me to talk to someone?" I blinked dumbly in response to the question, and he smirked. "I mean, if someone's giving you trouble…"

I shook my head slowly, sighing again. "I haven't even told anyone. I can't get mad about it, not really, if they don't know. It's just… Frustrating. I wish they could just know, y'know?" My fingers absently flicked a stray pencil across the table, sending it skittering to the floor and eliciting a wince from us both. "Sorry, Mr. Stark."

"Tony." He let out a breath as he bent, walking the discarded pencil back to me slowly, spinning between his fingers. "If you're… Struggling… I can tell whoever you need to know. Happy to help, if you want."

I hummed for a moment, then shrugged half-heartedly. "I dunno. I wish I could just change my name – there'd be no need to tell everyone then. It'd be done for me!"

Tony dropped the pencil in front of me, hesitating before he rapped his knuckles on the desk. "Leave it with me."

I felt my eyes widen, and I pushed the seat back as I leapt to my feet. "What… What does that mean?"

He wagged a finger over his shoulder as he turned, heading out of the room while I stood blinking, panicked, in his wake. "Mr. Stark? Tony! What do you mean?!"

"Kid? You up?"

I let out a soft groan, burying my face in my pillow. "No."

I heard the quiet huff of laughter through the door, and the hushed drag of material sliding across the floor. "Here. I got her signature. It just needs yours. I'll submit them in the morning, and then that'll be it. Peter Parker… Officially."

The last word sent me sprawling to the wood, scuffing my palms as I scrambled to my feet. "Wait- what?" I yanked the door open as my voice broke embarrassingly, jumping several octaves in shock.

Tony stood with his hands in his pockets, looking battle-weary but proud as he nodded at the forms I'd leapt over. "You can change your name at any age. But if you're under eighteen, your guardian needs to sign too. So… I got her to sign. You can do your part whenever – if ever – you're ready."

My mouth worked wordlessly, floored yet again by a display of kindness from this… Superhero. Another act that likely didn't mean much to him, in the grand scheme of things, but that meant the world to me. "I… I don't know what to say. How? Why? How?!"

He chuckled again, shrugging. "Hot chocolate's in the kitchen. I'll have cream and marshmallows." I noticed, for the first time – to my shame – that he was drenched to the bone, hair plastered flat to his head as rainwater ran rivulets across his skin. I opened my mouth to apologise, but he simply waved me off as he turned. "Cream and marshmallows!"

Tony appeared a few minutes later, just as I was finishing his desired additions, a towel slung over his shoulders, feet bare, and his hair still half-damp, sticking up at irregular angles. It was impossible not to smile. I'd never seen the inhuman man look so… human.

"What do you think you're grinning at?" he quipped, flicking a stray marshmallow at me with stunning precision.

"Is it raining?" I shot back, laughing as his mouth fell open in shock at my unexpected display of light-heartedness.

"We'll see how much you're laughing when I put you out in it, kid," he retorted when he recovered, rubbing the towel against his damp head before tossing it at me. I batted it away easily, feigning a yawn, and he chuckled, taking his seat and wrapping his hands around the mug. Tough as he was, he couldn't disguise the faint tremor in his grip as he let the heat leech through him, and a pang of guilt resonated within me that he'd been out in the bad weather for me.

"So…" I breathed out heavily, fingers resting on the form before me lightly. "How on earth did this happen?"

He shrugged a shoulder as he took a sip of his drink, wincing almost imperceptibly at the scolding beverage. "You wanted to change your name. I knew you'd never ask her, so I thought I'd do it for you. You're welcome," he added as I opened my mouth, and I blushed, my enthused gratitude dying before I could speak.

"She agreed?" I asked eventually, lowering my gaze to the paperwork. There it was, for sure – her name scribbled on the dotted line, thick and dark, the anger palpable.

"She… Conceded," he corrected, leaning back a little, a cocky grin turning up the corner of his mouth. I raised an eyebrow silently, and he shrugged again. "Greased palms are usually the only encouragement people need."

"You paid her?" I clarified incredulously, blinking dumbly when he nodded. "How… Why? Why would you do that? Why does it matter so much to you?" Why do I matter?

Tony kept his gaze on mine, silently calculating. I broke first, looking away as my palms became clammy, feeling his stare probe even as I took a vested interested in the swirl of cream on my drink. "You matter, kid. You're an Avenger, remember? We look after each other."

Something shifted inside me, swelling and ebbing in equal measure. I was honoured, of course. I was just a child, and here was this genius, telling me I was important. But… "Is that all I am? An Avenger? A teammate?" I fought to keep my voice measured, but Tony arched a brow at the perceptibly clipped tone.

"Isn't that enough?"

I started to respond as frustration bubbled, but caught myself. "... Yes. Of course. Sorry, Mr. Stark."

Tony sighed, reaching into the infinite depths of the pockets in his jogging bottoms, pulling out another sheet of paper, this one worn thin where it had been folded and refolded endlessly, long fingers tapping the document lightly. "You're not 'just' anything, kid. But you're especially not just a teammate – not to me." He pushed his chair back, throwing back the remnants of his drink without reaction, despite the steam still curling from the mug. "And you can call me Tony."

I sat peering into my cup long after it was empty, unfocused gaze staring through the line of powder congealing in the bottom while I scolded myself for my words. I was well aware of Tony's documented reluctance to let people close to him – pushing the way I had was akin to treason.

The papers he'd left lay under my hand, still folded, as engaged as I was in my own thoughts. It wasn't until a solitary tear rolled down my cheek that I drew myself back to reality, pulling the papers toward me with little interest.

New York State Office of Children and Family Services Application to Adopt

Adoption? Tony wanted to… Adopt me?

I barrelled into his room without knocking, taking pause at the incredible view sprawled before me. My own bedroom was comparatively modest, relatively nondescript – as far as a bedroom could be in Stark Tower, at least – when viewed next to the floor-to-ceiling window that took up an entire side of Tony's sleeping quarters. I'd seen some incredible views as Spider-Man, but this insight into the city I'd grown up in was irreplaceable.

Shaking my head – I could marvel at the sights another time – I pivoted wildly, eyes scanning the darkness for a sign of Mr. Stark. "Did nobody teach you to knock?"

Turning, I held up the document, fingers shaking. "What is this?"

Tony took a long gulp from his stereotypical tumbler, sucking his teeth before replying. "Proof."

That stopped me, at least. "Proof?" I repeated, brow furrowing in a confused frown.

Tony nodded once, sitting at a sketching table tucked to one side, the soft glow of a worklight creating an aura around his body, and hiding his face. "That you're not 'just a teammate'."

Tears pricked at my eyes as he regurgitated my words with venom, and I recoiled from the blow. "I… I didn't mean to… That wasn't fair. I'm sorry."

He nodded once, fingering the edge of his glass, refusing to meet my gaze. "I've done my best, kid. I'm not always perfect, but-"

"You are, you-"

"Let me finish," he interrupted softly, looking up briefly to fix me with a stern stare. When I stayed silent, cowed, he continued. "I'm not always perfect, but I'm trying. This is unfamiliar territory for me, Peter. I'm gonna make mistakes, and say the wrong thing. And I'm not…" He huffed out a breath, scrubbing a hand over his face before standing, pacing before the window, his anxiety tangible. "My dad wasn't the sort of man who put any stock in talking about feelings. If I had a problem, he fixed it – or made it go away. I had everything I needed, everything I wanted, from a physical perspective. But feelings?" He shook his head, letting out an audible sigh. "Feelings are new to me. Pepper always said I have a heart, but it doesn't always feel like it. Sometimes I forget that not everything can be fixed – that people aren't machines. I want to fix things for you, Peter. And I want to be there for your emotions, too. I'm just… Still learning."

His speech left a heavy silence in its wake, punctuated only by the sound of flesh on bone as I chewed my lip. "I'm sorry," I offered weakly. "It was unfair to say that – especially when I already knew it wasn't true. You've done so much for me, Mr. Stark, and I shouldn't be so ungrateful."

Mr. Stark shrugged once, pausing in his paces. "I overreacted, kid. I'm not used to all this."

A flush crept up my cheeks, and I ducked my head in shame. "It's a lot. You don't… I don't expect you to keep me around."

He sighed, moving closer, discarding his now-empty glass on his bedside table – beside a half-drunk bottle of Jack. "Kid, you're stuck with me, okay? Whether we sign those papers or not, this is your home now, for as long as you want it. Nothing about who you are is going to change that, alright? So get used to it." He hesitated before tapping his fist lightly against my shoulder, his emotional discomfort tangible. "Now get to bed, Spider-Man. It's the middle of the night, and you have school tomorrow."

#fanfiction #mine #fandom: marvel #writers on tumblr #writing bingo #rating: T #trans peter parker #becoming spider-man #3 of 16 #irondad and spiderson #deed poll #adoption #queer #trans #reposting to tumblr for pride bc trans peter gives us LIFE #win speaks

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