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anyway my dad drove me to school and he was talking about some family history on his side of the famlly which i never really get because i hear more from my mom. so apparently HIS grandparents were italian and irish, and they had to fucking elope, because his italian grandmother had family members in THE MAFIA!!! who were not pleased with her not marrying a fellow italian. THE FUCKING MAFIA ?????? and he dropped this on me in the car at like 7am
#he was telling me how one time when he was like 10 one of his . older cousins approached him at a family gathering#had a fucking knife scar on his cheek and everything#and was like 'hey kid do you wanna fight?? if you ever need boxing lessons hit me up'#apparently they had connections w some big long island mafia boss like OKAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY#this was all in the 70s though. or at least my dad was 10 in the 70s#brot posts
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messing with a gemini | chris evans
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SUMMARY || chris is a gemini, so you should expect nothing less than snide remarks, witty charm, and mind-blowing sex.
PAIRING || chris evans x reader
WORD COUNT || 1,902 words
WARNINGS || banter, teasing, cocky!chris, definite praise kink, light choking kink, chris goes down on the reader, fingering, oral, drinking, unprotected sex, both smutty, soft, and teasing â 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI
NOTES || mmmmgmmgmgmgmgmg yeah
   The sound of the door shutting can only mean one thing.
   âLook what the cat dragged in,â you greet him, not turning around to face him.
   âSweetheart if you donât learn to shut that pretty little mouth of yours, Iâll do it for you.â
   Another snide remark, another sly smirk, and another roll of your eyes as Chris slides past you with a cup of tea in his hands.
   âYou couldnât make me if you tried.â You spat back, narrowing your eyes at him as you watched him quirk an eyebrow; intrigued at your comment.
   âIs that a challenge? Because you know I never back down from you.â He replies cooly, folding his arms over his chest before taking a sip of his hot drink.
   âAh yes, how could I forget,â you feign enthusiasm, âyouâre a Gemini.â You deadpan and now itâs his turn to roll his eyes.
   He kicks his foot off the wall behind him, âyou didnât answer my question, sweetheart.â He winks, brushing past your shoulder as you scoff.
   Heâs gonna out of your sight before you have the chance to say anything else, letting out an exasperated sigh as you will yourself to calm down.
   âHey!â Someone shouts through the trailer door, âcan you run down to makeup for backup?â You donât get to answer.
   âThanks!â
   Before whoever it was slammed the door shut and you let out another frustrated groan.
   You knew what you signed up for, you werenât head of makeup. You werenât even assistant head. No, you were one of the nobodies.
   Someone they hire to run from one end of set to the other only to get yelled at for not having enough brushes or the right shade of a palette.
   It was almost poetic.
   âHey, Iâm here, what did you guys need?â You ask as you put on a fake smile and enter the makeup trailer.
   The trailer where Chris is sat getting his hair done.
   Your blood boiled, wasnât he supposed to be a charmer? A sweetheart? Maybe he was just really getting into character?
   âCan you sweep the floor and make sure thereâs no more hair?â
   You had to physically fight the urge to drop your face, âsure!â
   You grabbed the broom, feeling embarrassed as you quietly sunk into the background as you felt Chrisâ eyes on you.
   A few medial, mind numbing tasks later and it was closing in on 2am. Your notification-less phone screen lit up the empty trailer you were left to clean up.
   Not that you really minded.
   You find solace in the only time of the day where things seem to slow down. You also didnât hate being alone where you could listen to music and clean hairbrushes.
   âSo this is what you do after we cut.â The sound of Chrisâ laugh startles you as you let out a soft yelp.
   He has a soft smile on his face, almost unrecognizable without his beard.
   âI thought I was alone,â you reply meekly, turning the volume lower on your phone as Chris shook his head.
   âOh, I know,â he laughs, âI donât think anyone would be belting out Queen like that if they didnât think they were alone.â
   Once again, you feel embarrassed in front of him, shaking your head.
   âWhatever,â you try to brush it off. âDid you need something?â You ask as he shakes his head.
   âI was just checkinâ in on you.â He replies and youâre a little taken aback.
   âOh, well thanks, but Iâm okay. Just finishing up cleaning.â You said with a tight lipped smile and a nod of your head.
   Chris stands there for a second, shoving his hands into his pockets as he looks over his shoulder before clearing his throat.
   âWell uh, some of the cast and crew are havinâ some drinks and pizza later, if you wanted to tag along.â
   The invite makes your stomach drop into your lower belly as you open your mouth.
   You have to take a moment to formulate the words.
   âItâs getting pretty late, I think Iâm just gonna head back to my hotel room. Parties arenât really my thing.â You joke, lightening the mood as Chris cracks a smile.
   âSure thing, sweetheart. The invites always there,â he says before turning on his heels and leaving you to yourself.
   Chris Evans was an enigma that you didnât think youâd ever crack.
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   The soft knock at your door caused your neck to snap in its direction, uncrossing your legs as you slid off the too big hotel bed and looked through the peep hole.
   It was hard to make out the figure, but it looked like...no, it couldnât be.
   âChris?â His name slipped through your lips as you opened the door.
   He beamed a smile as he held up a case of beer and box of pizza.
   âTurns out, parties arenât my thing either.â
   You couldnât help but chuckle as you moved aside to let him in.
   âAnd you decided that coming to my room at,â you had to check the time, â3:16 in the morning was the logical thing to do?â
   He set everything down on the coffee table before hopping onto your bed, âyup.â
   You had to roll your eyes as you laughed, closing and locking the door as you stepped in front of him.
   âCâmon kid,â oh, why did that do something to you?
   âYou work hard every day of the week, you deserve one night to not care about anything.â His words were gentle as he stood up to grab a beer.
   âWant one?â He asked, holding a beer up as you replayed his words.
   âSure,â he was right, you do deserve a break.
   You both took a seat on the small, uncomfortable couch in the room as you took a sip. Well, it was beer.
   âSo,â you broke the silence, âthe Chris Evans doesnât like parties?â You quirked an amused eyebrow as he laughed.
   âMaybe I wanted to escape to see you, is that so bad?â He said, licking his bottom lip; not breaking eye contact.
   You shook your head, âsuch a fucking Gemini,â you mumble as Chris smirks.
   âWhat did I say about that smart mouth of yours?â He eggs you on, leaning forward and giving your knee a squeeze.
   âI donât remember.â You bite back, feeling your heart kicking in your chest as you feel his breath fanning over your face.
   âMaybe I should teach you a lesson or two then, hmm?â He purrs, running his free hand up your neck and resting it there.
   âI dare you,â you mumble, transfixed on the feeling of his warm hands on you.
   The dominos fall and Chrisâ lips are meshed with yours, the faint taste of beer on them as you wrap your fingers in the collar of his shirt.
   âYou know I never back down from a challenge,â he murmurs against your lips before taking you by the hand and leading you to the bed.
   He pushes you onto it, the sheets around you as the weight of Chrisâ body pushed you further into it.
   âAh ah,â he tsks when you let out a soft moan, âI thought I told you to keep quiet for me.â
   You swallow thickly, throat dry and lips parted as you gasp when you can feel the weight of him between your hips.
   âCan you do that for me, sweetheart? Can you be a good girl?â He purrs, absolutely knowing what it does to you as you writhe under him. ďżź
   âGood,â he hums. âNow letâs see how good you are when Iâm between your legs makinâ then shake.â
   His wink doesnât go unnoticed by you as your clothes are shed, his coming off until heâs left in nothing but his boxers.
   Thereâs little left to the imagination, the outline of his cock clear as he wraps his hands around your ankles and tugs you down to the end of the bed.
   You yelp, sliding off the pillows as he sinks to his knees, hungry eyes just waiting to taste you.
   âLook at you,â he cooes, âdrippinâ at the thought of me between your thighs?â He mocks, cocking his head to side as he keeps your legs open.
   Chaste kisses are pressed to your inner thighs, gently as you try to stop the pleaâs that are begging to slip past your mouth.
   âYouâre beinâ so patient for me too, good girl.â He praises, he breath over your core is hot as you grab for his hair.
   The feeling of his tongue makes you moan and squeeze your legs around his head.
   âMmm,â he hums, âthat good already?â
   If he wasnât buried between your legs you mightâve, just mightâve had the courage to roll your eyes.
   His fingers tease your entrance as his mouth works over your clit.
   Thereâs no holding back now.
   You donât care how loud youâre being, giving into the sensation as he works you to the edge, your legs shaking.
   âYou wanna come, donât you, pretty girl?â Yes, God, yes.
   âWell thatâs too bad,â he taunts making you let out a whine.
   âNot until Iâm buried deep âside of you,â he grunts, quickly stripping off the rest of his clothes until heâs crawling back over you with a condom in his hand.
   Youâre still dizzy, slightly angry from your denied orgasm, but wanting nothing more than to feel him stretching you out.
   âYou think youâre ready for my cock,â he smirks teasingly as you feel him at your entrance.
   You whine, bringing his lips to your but he stops you at the last second.
   âUh uh baby, I wanna hear you beg for it.â He taunts, nose brushing yours.
   âFuck,â you whimper, âplease, just fuck me.â You beg, eyes meeting his.
   Thatâs all he needs before heâs slowly sinking into you, watching your face contort in immeasurable pleasure.
   âFeel so fuckinâ good,â he grunts, âso tight and warm.â
   Your fingers dig into his speckled back, finding your ground as you dig into the soft skin as he thrusts into you.
   Suddenly, the only think you can think about is how good this feels.
   âMy pretty girl,â he whispers, bending your one leg at the knee to get a deeper angle.
   âTakinâ my cock so goddamn well,â he grunts, âgonna make me come.â
   His words send a shiver down your spine as your walls flutter around him. He drops on one of his elbows, getting impossibly close to you.
   âYouâre gonna come too, arenât you, sweetheart?â He teases, lips on yours swallowing every moan before you feel a hand around your throat.
   âLook at me when you come, baby,â he purrs, applying just the slightest amount of pressure to the column of your throat.
   âWanna see you come for me,â he smirks, his thrusts getting harsher before you feel yourself giving into your orgasm.
   Your body shakes as your mouth falls open, his name a breathy moan before you feel his hips stuttering.
   He sounds exhausted after he spills inside of you, tumbling on top of you as youâre left in sweaty silence as youâre left with nothing to do but run your fingers through his dampened hair.
   âGemini or not, youâre what made me weak in the knees, sweetheart.â Chris whispers, eyes on yours as you feel a flutter in your heart.
   âThereâs somethinâ about you that I wonât ever grow tired of, that Iâm sure about.â
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Aro Volturi N.S.F.W Alphabet
CANON DIVERGENT.
Info on Reader: Reader is an Elemental Gift user like Benjamin
CW/TW: a SLIGHT MENTION of assault but NO DETAIL AT ALL (as a SA survivor I do not use this lightly but I do like representation and not having the survivor be that cliche broken doll we end abusers here thank you)
How you two met:
YouâŚ..oh you. Youâre standing with the Cullens wondering how the FUCK you got here.
Why am I here? Whatâs with this tiny little kid who can touch me and tell me things. Awe but sheâs cute.
Youâre just a bored Vampire who knows Carlisle and is Esmeâs BFF.
Youâre a nomad, and a badass one, see your gift is the Elements like Benjamin, itâs why Amun has his eye on you and is freaked out.
You and Benji are buddies now. Benjamin specializes in Earth and Water. You specialize in Fire and Air.
So now, here you are watching a bunch of cloaked baddies stomping towards you. But Carlisle and you have spoken frequently, the Volturi arenât bad.
However, they are cautious.
And caution bred by fear is something you know to be wary of.
So you keep yourself a bit behind Carly. Waiting and watching.
The leaderâ that must be Aro you think, flings his hood back and suddenly you feel your entire chest clench up and a yank within yourself towards him. âOh what the fuck.â You growl. Glancing UP at the Old Gods you couldnât help but snap at them âARE YOU ALL KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?! HIM?!â
The platinum haired man barked angrily, âwho dares?!â
Aro is too busy glancing at his brother Marcus whoâs smiling. He nods at Aro and huffs a bit of a sigh.
The raven haired man turns ever so slowly, casting his red gaze over the crowd and it falls to Carlisle. âCarly.â
âAro?â
âWho is that behind you.â Aro can feel his chest hurt like a chain is being pulled.
Carlisle looks confused and glances behind him where you are shaking your head face palmingâlooking embarrassed.
Edward and Bella are utterly confused, before Edward listens to Aroâs and your thoughts and gets a look of disgust, âREALLY.â He barks.
You feel the rage of a thousand suns consume you. âI CANâT PICK IT YA KNOW AND HEY WHADDAYA MEAN REALLY âASSHOLE DONâT TALK ABOUT MY MATE LIKE THAT!â
The entire field is utterly still as youâre heaving, standing on your tip toes in front of the bronze haired vampire pointing at Edwards cringing face, âbut itâsââ he starts, you let out a growl and sparks fly off you.
Edward shuts up.
âI will light your ass on fire.â You whisper hiss.
The Volturi are just tilting their heads like WTF.
Marcus is trying not to laugh, Caius has just become stunned glancing between his brother and the woman across the battlefield.
Aro is getting GIDDY.
âAnd who is the girl.â He asks.
You turn, your hips swinging with attitude and your arms crossing as you scoff. âPsh, get a load of this Mother fucker,â you whisper to yourself glaring across the expanse of space. âHEY. I have a name.â
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His First Impression:
Of course my mate swears like a sailor.
Is Aroâs first thought.
His next thought is that youâre awful adorable. Awe so lithe and cute andâ Much too ⌠hm, much too adorable to be mine I would think how In the âa violent wind kicks up and flames burst out from your body enveloping your form as you take a few steps forward.
Ah there it is.
âYou wanna ask me my nameâ darling.â You smile wide at him.
âOf course,â his purr is laced with annoyance, but heâs far too intrigued. âWho might you be?â
âIâm y/n. No last name, my parents were assholes.â You shrug. âSo, we doing this trial or we figuring the wholeââ you wave your hand between the gaping maw of land between you two, âbond thing.â
Aro pauses, a twitch on his lips, âafter the proceedings cara mia.â
âOoo⌠love me a man that speaks Italianââ You smirk, raising a brow and cock your head to the side.
Aro makes a stifled choked off growl as his eyes go blackâ thank God he lost the ability to blush as arousal slammed into him like a freight train.
Youâre obviously annoyed, and have as Caius mutters âmore balls than a Christmas treeâ and you are ready for this trial to be over.
Frankly so is Aro he wants to drag you back to Volterra and bring you to heel.
Not that he thinks thatâs going to happen.
But he loves playing with fire. And youâre full of it.
He watches you glance at the Cullens and the half-breed. âAlright Nessie come on letâs show him what you can do kiddo.â You scoop the girl up and you and the Cullens walk over with Jake behind you.
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When does he know of his feelings?
When within reaching distance you set Renessme down and pat her head, âokay tiny Loch Ness, say hello.â
Bella is panicking, but she trusts you it seems, she better, you have no qualms fryingâ sans mateâ every vampire here. They do their little song and dance. Aro tries to talk about the danger and you feel your temper boil over.
âDarling.â You croon taking a step forward with a sharp but soft smile.
You remind him of a lioness, purring softly but ready to tear into him with one movement.
He raises a brow; you are in 6 inch heels putting you nose to nose with him. âYes carissima?â He breathes deep and nearly groans out loud, you smell so good, like spring and a heady feminine scent like perfume edged in lilacs and lavender.
âCould you pretty pretty pretty please just keep an eye on little Nessieâ I hate to tell you but sheâs quite important to me and I can assure you she fits in with humans better than the Cullens do.â
âAnd if I donât.â
You let flames dance in your gaze. âIâll roast everyone here except your brothers and their mates and make you start the fuck over without me.â
Aroâs done.
Cupid has struck him in his dead heart.
Heâs never been more terrified or aroused or enraged at once at your dulcet threat purred from such sweet lips.
He wants to grip you by your hair to him, pick you up and haul you to somewhere private and teach you a lesson.
He wants to fight you. And itâs quite clear youâre ready to rumble, though heâs not sure youâd let him win. Or that it wouldnât end up tangling in a bed somewhere on fire. Thatâs fine too.
A manic grin spreads across his face, eyes going pitch black as he snatches you up by the waist and hauls you closer loving the startled look in your eyes settling into something dark and wanting. âAnd if I agree?â
The brothers roll their eyes.
Go figure youâd be as bat shit as he is.
âIâll leave with you right now.â You give him THAT look matching his almost mad grin.
A low purr echos from him making Bella clap her hands over Nessieâs ears. âUna ragazza cosĂŹ meravigliosa, credo che mi piaccia come funziona la tua mente.â Such a wonderful girl, I think I like how your mind works.
But your plans to drag your mate off end as Alice shows up with her witness right when heâs about to whisk you off for some obvious adult time.
Both of you sigh put out and exasperated.
Yes you just about ended an entire potential threat with batting pretty eyes and coaxing the leader of the Volturi into some fun.
But now thatâs ruined because of the psychic. Alice is looking rather embarrassed as the proceedings go. Given that she probably saw how everything was about to go down.
Aro can sense youâre as annoyed as he is, that and youâre not leaving his side. And you donât mind touching him but youâre not because oh yeah he needs to focus. But oh he can see your hand twitching towards his own.
He can easily turn his gift off and so he does and grips your hand, quickly jerking you to his side.
Electricity lights along your skin at the contact and both of you jolt a moment and glance sideways looking amused.
This was going to be fun.
ââ
ââ
Howâd you end up with the Volturi?
Alice and her witnesses ease their concerns about Nessie. Aro placates the Volturi as you linger back behind him a bit. Everyone just poof! Vanishes.
âSo ah, can we get my stuff first before you whisk me off around the world?â You ask sweetly.
Aroâs a bit startled, âyou wish to leave already?â
You realize he would be willing to stay for a bit and let you acclimate.
âNah where you go I fucking go, come on baby. Letâs get the fuck outta dodge.â You give him a teasing shove as you walk by making Carlisleâs coven silently shake in mirth at his surprised expression.
Carlisle murmurs, âGood luck Aro.â
âFuck off Carly.â The King growls back before following you.
Thatâs all they wrote.
You were in. And you made yourself at home quite easily.
Jane and Alec adore youâ you saw them and just SQUEEd. âOMG theyâre so DEADLY but so CUTE!â
Jane wasnât quite sure what to do with you picking her UP and hugging her nuzzling your nose to her cheek, âsheâs just a tiny tot of doom I adore it! Weâre going to burn the SHIT outta people.â
Alec just sat starry eyed as you ruffled his hair, âI know boys donât like being picked up.â
Jane had become a koala on you. And you didnât mind.
Well. Youâre Mama now. Aro couldnât be more pleased as you continue to help develop their skills trying things outside of the box.
See, thatâs also a sort of talent you haveâ you can help people learn how to use their gifts because of how you think. Not a gift per say, but certainly useful.
Jane it turns out can utilize the fire element.
Alec can utilize air.
With you knowing both youâre easily able to teach Alec how to hone his targets and even allow his gift to POP UP near someone rather than from his hands.
Jane is capable of setting shit on fire now.
Aro isnât sure if heâs proud or worried.
Bit of both. But you are STERN with their use of powers. And when Jane set Felixâs foot on fire she was forced to shine everyoneâs shoes in the Volturi in the afternoon and write 200,000 times at HUMAN PACE. âWe do not light family on fire.â
She never did it again.
The inner coven loves you. Caius and you are besties Marcus is like a big brother always doting on you. Athenadora and Sulpricia are of course still together as companions, and donât worry about his ex wifeâ they were on the rocks sheâs ecstatic someone else can keep him in line.
The coven instantly takes to you, in fact youâre now basically Mother to everyone. Scolding, teaching, comforting, you do it all. But youâre also a leader and a ruthless one at that.
A perfect fit Aro thinks.
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Howâd he deal with his emotions?
You are driving Aro FUCKING CRAZY.
Literally mad.
You know how to push his buttons and you are not one to do as told. So for him, he who has anyone bending to his will to see you just cock a brow at him and laugh âawe.â
He wants to choke you half to death.
You are a Queen. He tells himself. Itâs to be expected that youâd challenge him.
Sulpricia finds it HILARIOUS and you two are besties. Fuck thatâs all he needs. She is ever so encouraging of your independence.
He often finds himself in Sulpriciaâs study pacing rampantly, âwhat am I going to do with her?â
âYou know you like it.â Sully says lounging back on her couch. âIf you didnât you wouldnât be so utterly ass over tea kettle.â
Aro is not good with his emotions when it comes to jealousy. And he is JEALOUS.
Youâre perfect to him, utterly beautiful, you are the sun and he Icarus stupidly flying as high as he can towards you in hopes to reach the light.
Youâre also inclined to let him touch you whenever you want to express things without using wordsâ and youâve learned to let him speak to you telepathically as well.
So often you just sit with your pinkies touching on a couch and have back and forth silently except for the occasional twitch on your lips at a humorous comment.
Youâve managed to make him huff a laugh occasionally.
But he is utterly posessive. He does not like it when men stare too long, admiring is one thing, but nothing escapes Aro.
So when a lower guard had been in trouble for an infraction and when you had disciplined him the utter disrespect for a concubine replacement was across Aroâs mind andâŚwelllâ
Guard died.
You had just looked startled and gave a âoh wellâ kinda shrug before touching ARoâs hand. Feel better baby?
Yes you called him baby in private, so modern, and he would NEVER admit he loved it. Baby, darling, love, honey, the list went on and each one twisted his insides into ribbons of absolute adoration.
You had actually taken to the bond so well Marcus had informed him that it was practically cemented.
His only hang up was himself.
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ââ
Who does he ask for help?
Didyme is no longer thereâ his dear sister, a deep sorrow as he was accidentally responsible for her death.
Marcus however is always there to be the voice of reason, and he sits Aro down and listens to his brother spill his guts. Aro is terrified, he is well aware he is THE monster that makes OTHER monsters keep in line.
But for you to look at him like that? He could never bear it. His heart would break.
Marcus sighs, âAro come here.â He drags his brother to the training grounds.
Where Aro getâs to see his mate literally tear apart the entire guard with bladesâŚ. Did his eyes deceive himâ were those made from vampire ash and fangs?!
You pause your onslaught, âoh hi darling!â You prance over and smile, âlike them? My witch-smith friend made them for me! Fucking bastards kept coming for me after awhile and ya know I just hate the idea of wasting shit.â
Marcus glanced at Aro and gave him a I told you so.
âEverything okay?â You ask looking concerned. You are dragging him along as he partially willingly letâs you take him to his sisterâs gardens. âWhatâs wrong?â
And so, he exhales and does the one thing heâs never done with his gift.
He touches your hand and shows you his own thoughts.
He expects your recoil. Expects you to shun him. Expects your hatred and braces himself for it.
You gasp and when heâs about to drag his hand away and you grip him tighter. âNo donâtâŚlet meâŚâ and so you watchâ thousands of years of memories over the course of a week or two. Asking silent questions as the images play, getting silent answers in return.
And so, in return, you show him your human lifeâ a life that had been riddled with abusers, torment and lack of love, the iron in your spine that had solidified your creation when you had dragged yourself from an open alley way at dawn into the sewer system after being left to die being drained by a nomad after a brutal assault. You shared with him that it had taken a lot for you to even move after what had happened.
Esme had found you.
And so your friends made sure you were okay even if you didnât follow their diet.
You both spend time going over your pasts, Aro gently asking questions and you doing the same to answer as best you could.
It was why Rosalie and you got along so well, there were some experiences one could only understand by going through it. And you both had learned how to cope with the trauma you had.
Aro is patient, both of you taking time to feel through each others wounds, taking time to rework into each others personal space.
Marcus is stunned to tell Aro that the bond is nigh unbreakable after this exchange.
The Kings magically -coughs- big brother Marcus loses his shit finding out and Caius leads the search party with Demetriâ cough coughâ find the nomad and heâs now in a box limb free 15 feet below the dungeon with a tube connecting him to the surface, his tongue removed and he only gets blood once a year. *Jane lit them on fire multiple times to practice her accuracy and aim*
You find out of course, and smile through the dry sobs as all three embrace you like a big protective group hug. For the first time in a very long time, itâs safe.
Truly safe.
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What happens when he tells you?
Aro is a man of few words, and honestly not much is needed between you two with the ability to go back and forth with his gift.
So in the middle of a walk in Didymeâs gardens he merely grabs your hand gently and kisses the top of your fingers.
And youâre flooded with his emotions.
The warmth and tenderness and absolute adoration is almost enough to restart your dead heart as venom pools in your eyes. âAroâŚâ
He loves you, loves you more than his own life, would give anything for you to make you smile.
This isnât the love that is complacent, to just sit idle and rust away, he wants to chase you for eternity, whatever it takes to keep you at his side.
And you flood him right backâ lowering the barriers you had and after a moment he merely leans down and presses his forehead to your own, giving the two of you time to just bask in the warmth of affection thatâs swirling back and forth akin to the waves of the tide under the moon and sun at twilight.
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First Kiss?
The leaders of Volterra were in the throne room, the Queens having their own thrones behind their husbands but visible carved in different woods to represent their personalities with different intricate features much like the brotherâs thrones holding different crowning points but all the same color.
Your own is the same color as Aroâs throne, but mingled with mahogany accents. Ruby red stones slotted at the top with a crescent moon and sun carving emboldened with gold spiked halo.
Caius' mate's throne is a pale color, affixed with branches and beautiful earth like tones, complimenting her grounded nature.
Marcusâ Witch Mate is merely embellished in a ash throne, deep red almost black gems and the symbol for the overall witch and vampire alliance above her throne.
With all three positions of Queen in Volterra taken up by a true mate, it is the most stable the Volturi have been in several millennia.
But that day in particular was rough, there were a few traitors that had been brought forwardâ and one of them had managed to get loose from Felix as Aro had been gaining information lunging for the Kingâs throat.
You moved so fast no one even saw you as you streaked forward like a ghost and lobbed the vampireâs head off holding a blade made of vampire teeth expertly with an animalistic snarl.
You had positioned yourself in front of Aro, crouched, blade poised and your eyes wide and wild, teeth flashing with a dangerous snarl.
Marcusâ witch had already shielded Aro but paused when she saw how enraged you were. Athena and Sulpricia had faltered, Caius looked utterly proud.
You spun round, dropping your bladeâ knowing Felix and the others had everything in hand as Aro had reached for you, the two of you locked in an embrace, his hands holding your face still as your own hands grasped his wrists. Foreheads pressed togetherâ
The coven was used to this, a private conversation but you could feel the utter terror that had gone through him when he saw you out of the corner of his eye. If anything had happened to youâhe was almost angry at you.
But he could easily sense the rage that had consumed you at the thought of someone hurting him. Despite knowing the guard and Jane would Never allow it, your instincts had taken over.
No one would ever take from you again.
And you had been frightened.
Behind that rage when he got past it was utter fear that heâd be gone and youâd be all alone again all the tender memories would be the last youâd have of him as you gave a dry sob before the venom dropped from your eyesâ a true show of vampiric emotion that was a rarity.
âCarissima, no. Iâll not leave you that easily.â He murmured and not giving a flying fuck about anyone in the room kissed you full on the mouth gathering you up in a tight embrace.
âIâm sorry,â you whispered half broken against his mouth. âIâm sorry-â
âI know I know, shhh cara mia shhh,â gathering you up he merely flitted out of the room leaving the others to deal with the issue.
Tons of snuggles. He had bundled you up to him in his private rooms and merely kept your hands together enjoying the shared emotions knowing the other was close and safe.
Aro knew exactly how to calm you, he merely showed you all his favorite memories, of the coven, of his travels, the antics his brotherâs got up to. He replayed the moment he first saw you.
That always made you laugh of course she swears like a sailor.
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First Time?
Itâs in an elevator.
Okay so hereâs the thing. The Volturi have these massive events, and your official coronation happens at one of these.
Aro is so proud.
And so fucking jealous as you are danced across the floor with other vampiresâ who are oh so respectful and as they should be as Aro watches from the upper floor like an angel of death.
You look stunning, your smile lighting up the entire ballroom, friends from near and far are thereâ even then Cullensâ God bless Carly he even had animal blood brought for him.
Youâre dancing around with Nessie laughing and watching the girl child giggle like a fiend before handing her off to the Shifter Aro hated the smell but it was what it was.
Over the course of the evening he was getting awful tired of sharing you. And as the evening wound down to an end you both were just going to take the elevator back up to the private rooms as the Ballroom was on the top floor of Volterra.
The energy crackled in the small space and you both glanced at one another. It was like a short fuse had been lit on a stick of dynamite.
Weâre so not doing this in an elevator are we?
You didnât realize you had said it out loud even as you both gravitated towards one another and his hands tangled into your hair sending gold pins flying to the ground as his mouth found yours and you let out a deep moan as his tongue swiped your lips before you happily opened them.
âWeâre going to be patient. Cara mia. â He said sternly more to himself than youâ then groaned when your teeth tugged gently on his bottom lip knowing it drove him crazy. âSarai la mia morte. Sulla mia tomba scriveranno 'ha giocato con il fuoco ed è perito felicementeââ his voice became heated as his hands moved over your form, ânon mi importa piĂš, vieni da me mia fiamma, brucia con me.â You will be my death. On my grave they will write 'he played with fire and perished happily'. I don't care anymore, come to me my flame, burn with me.
His hands were gripping your backside and hauling you up, pressing himself firmly between your thighs before grinding against you. But when his teeth scraped your neck your brain shorted outâ
âOh for gods sake Aro just fuck me alreadyââ your hands were scrabbling at his waist coat and shirt pleased how easily the buttons pinged off the walls of the elevator.
Your mate let out a pleased noise, one that was utterly inhuman when your hands tangled into his raven locks and knocked the golden V pin to the floor allowing the ocean and pomegranate scent of his to curtain you from the world as he bent his head down and kissed you as if it were the last thing he would get to do just then. Right before he smacked his hand against the emergency stop button jolting the ride to the private floor still.
If you thought his kisses were something to be swooning overâ because he always knew what you needed.
Well his gift extends to much and he is in tune with it.
Your mind is his favorite place to be, and he brutally uses what he knows to his advantage as his fingers skim up your legs flinging your skirt over your thighs to teasingly grind himself against you till youâre almost clawing at him half feral.
âMy pretty little mateââ he croons at you, âyou looked so beautiful cara mia,â kissing down your throat before biting marks into your flesh licking them before continuing on as his teeth jerk the fabric of your bodice and sleeves off not even bothering with his hands. âE tu sei tutto mio, cazzo.â And youâre all fucking mine.
You were busy molding your hands against his form, loving how it was just ratcheting up his half mad with desire motions, twitchy, greedy, desperate to touch, âWhat was it you joked about that one time?â He was referring to a memory with your best friends over drinks.
You gulped and shivered a bit. âI believe I said sometimes a girl just wants to ahemâ get slammed to a wall and fucked stupid?â
He smirked as his hands tore fabric off you letting his fingers to glide along your skin, allowing your own to do the same and showing you know exactly what he liked through the bond of touch.
If youâd been human the air would have left your lungs as he pressed his body tight to your own, pinning you in place letting you feel what you did to him, the hard length of his cock pressed into your belly. âWhat do you say we take care of that, hm?â
Youâre speaking in tongues before he even takes you fully, and roughly, thereâs no slow tender love making and frankly youâre just glad for it.
His wild smile sliding into a predatory proud smirk when youâre just a mess; whining at him, begging, pleading, twitching against him and oh youâre just so pretty when at his mercy.
He literally has the tongue of the devil.
âDid I finally break you little one?â He croons despite his rough movements sending you into another shockwave of bliss as your nails make claw marks in the wall.
Fuck he hadâ youâll do anything if heâll just continue.
Your submission is like a drug, heâs mad on it, hands digging against you, making small fissures of cracks along your hips that make you groan gleeful as you push closer for more of his touches.
âThatâs right bambi, give me everything.â
Thatâs all you hear before heâs fucking you into the wall of the elevator, sinking his teeth into your shoulder and neck just to relish in the pain and pleasure filled noises that escape from you as you beg for more, more, just please give more itâs all you want.
âMy good bambi.â He growls as he begins it all over again, rumbling in your ear as your try to escape the onslaught of sensationsâ but happy you canât as his grip has you immovable. âYouâre not escaping me just yet.â
Youâre both a mess, not that either of you care. Adjusting yourselves as best you canâ
Youâre lucky his private rooms are close and he simply carries you and flits you both into his rooms; you both end up continuing what was started.
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A = Aftercare (what theyâre like after sex)
He is a touch telepath, he knows exactly what you need.
But he also surprises you with what you didnât even know you needed.
Snuggles, so many snugglesâ Aro is not a tactile personâ but with you?
Forget it.
Heâs practically melting into your form and trying to fuse himself to you.
Massages, nuzzling your hair, biting.
Lots of bitingâ but not hard bites, love bites. Pressing his teeth to your skin to leave little imprints that he just canât get over. You always poke fun at him for it.
Plus letâs face it.
Bite = Love.
He and Caius are on one mind with that.
He also took a note from Marcus and you both enjoy the heat of the baths together after a particularly long rough romp.
Which turns into a bath romp.
Because ahem *REASONS*
âIâm King I donât need a reason to have youâ now come here.â Heâll huff imperiously when you giggle at him as he drags you close into his embrace kissing you.
Okay he lies.
You looked too pretty in the bath.
Aro canât help himself. Thatâs the reason.
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B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partnerâs)
He is SHOOK when you tell him your favorite thing about him is his hands. You never feel misunderstood.
Even in the rare fights you simply huff and reach out to him, wiggling your fingers with a pleading glance; or if he wonât take your hand youâll walk over sit in his lap and headbutt your forehead to his like an angry cat.
But usually Aro will take your hand and you both have a deep understanding of where youâre both coming from.
After a few moments itâs settled.
You kiss his hands, he knows you love how he plays you like a finely tuned instrument when alone.
Love when he delves his fingers into your hair and cradles you close even if youâre in the throne roomâ heâs the fucking king he can do what he likes damn it.
But Aro is startled by thisâ everyone hates touching him even though he can control his gift, they seem to think thatâ aside from his brothers and sister in lawsâ that he just loves to dive into peopleâs minds for funsies.
No itâs awful. Plain awful. He can barely stand his own mind why would he want to traverse someone elseâs?
But that brings us to what he likes about youâ he LOVES your head space. When heâs stressed itâs his favorite place to be because you have a vivid imagination, as a writer as well you show him stories youâve thought of and worlds youâve created with vivid detail. He finds it quite amusing to use watch your thoughts too on a daily, you like it simply because heâs close.
But aside from that itâs you.
Just You.
Just ALL of you.
He canât pick donât make the man pick, he would just keep you near him for eternity which you seem to have no issues with.
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C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basicallyâŚI am a disgusting personâŚ)
He is quite a posessive person.
Two Words:
Breeding Kink
Youâre his and his alone, so the idea of ahâ claiming you that way just sends him off into the ether.
The fact that you both have a breeding kink and literally canât have kids is a GREAT thing because youâve literally sat there a absolute mess after round five and thought out loud as he tenderly cleans you up, âshit thank god we canât reproduce because I am 100% sure thatâd have knocked my ass upââ which has had him shaking in mirth having to pause to control himself after a few moments.
Beg him for it.
Make that whining needy noise in the back of your throat at him for him to finally give you what you need.
Heâll just lose it, pin you by the throat and wellâ youâve broken a few beds this way.
He has no shame.
Just glances at the bed, hits speed dial to the furniture store and orders a new one.
His only other favorite thing with C as he soon found out from O (youâll see) was he adores when you swallow down everything he gives you. Thatâs got him rumbling in Italian about what a good girl you are and how much you please him.
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D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Heâs a MASSIVE Pleasure Dom. And when I say Dom.
HE GOT DOM ENERGY.
With very mild Sadistic tendencies. (Thanks a lot Caius ya pervy fucker)
However he is also a very sincere soft streak when youâre a very good pet.
He picked up pet play from his sadistic brother hearing him call his amore Bunny. One day down the rabbit hole that is Google and he was hooked.
But he calls you Bambi. Itâs an Italian term for baby-girl.
It also works because you become like a damn deer in the headlights when he pulls the Dominant voice on you.
It thrums with a low purr and has the capability to just make your brain go wait what?
HEâS A FUCKING SWITCH.
You had been pissed as shit at him. âI donât know whether I want to strangle you or fuck you to death!â You paused because you had literally throat pinned him to the wall, the stone crumbling beneath him, feeling the muscles of his neck working as he swallowed nervously.
You were about to let go but saw his eyes had gone totally black and expectant and startled but excited.
He was just as fucking confused as you both calculated in a matter of seconds what had happened.
You were first to catch on. âOh?âŚ.OH...âŚ.oooooohhhhhhh âŚ.. youâŚ.you son of aâŚ.â You sputtered as he got a sly grin, âyou canât just look at me likeâ you are so ill behaved!!â
He wasnât far behind and raised a black brow at you looking mischievous, ââŚ..and what are you going to do about it mia regina?â
Next thing he knew he was face planted on his office floor with your boot pressed on his cheek making him groan low. âGonna make you regret mouthing off to me is what Iâm going to do my Aro.â
Edge him. Donât let him touch you all day till he begs. He loves when you exert your authority especially on him? Oh forget it.
Queen Slay.
Literally you are his Queen and you are the only one who getâs to fucking tell him what to do.
And you ruthlessly do so when heâs in the mood. All you hear is âmia regina?â Heâll croon at you, as your hand comes up and drags him to you by his tie.
âwould you like to be of service to me Aro?â
Magic words. Heâs done, let him have you and he will literally just focus on your pleasure.
Worship Kink.
You had dropped to your knees at his desk and laid your head in his lap and he almost lost his god damn mind. You purred at him, âil mio maestroâ.
Aro .exe has stopped fucking working.
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E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyâre doing?)
Thanks to the tactile telepathy as well as the fact that he and his brothers have slept their way through history, Aro is a very mixed lover.
When I say greedy as a lover, he wants your pleasure for himself. And will literally drive you to it till youâre sobbing for mercy.
He has none.
But he does take pity on you when he knows youâre truly at your limit with touch.
You werenât inexperienced but his own experience blew yours out of the damn water. Can literally have you on the edge in mere minuets. And is SMUG about it.
Fucking smug bastard just watching you with that smirk on his face and a âwell?â Kinda expression.
You have to beg if you want it.
You have to plead, you have to let him hear you or heâll just keep going and I quote âhmmm I canât hear you cara mia, youâre being so quiet you know that makes me want to fuck you harder, come now, let me hear youâ donât make me have to drag it from you baby girl. You know I love to hear your sweet sounds.â
Could probably kill you if you werenât already dead with what he can do with his hands.
His tongue is even better.
When asked which you preferred you had just panted desperately after a hard orgasm, âany. All. Both. God justâŚholy fuck.â
He cracked up over that. âMy poor baby I broke her.â
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F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Loves having you in his lap.
Prefers to see your face and eyes, seems to need it.
But occasionally he just loves gripping your neck from behind and feeling you gasp against his grip as he slams into you roughly.
Adores anything that has you clinging onto him for dear life.
Likes being in a position to mark you. Favorite thing ever.
You had once tested his patience (willfully hoping for this outcome) a bit too much and he had pinned you completely immobile to the desk of his office and fucked you within an inch of your immortal life gagging you with his black tie.
âyou just have to test me donât you mia regina?â He had growled in your ear leaning over you, his hand crunching the ornate wood to splinters as you keened and whined for him to keep going. âSuch a ill behaved thing you are, should just keep you here like this for when I please hm?â
He was not joking, you were kept there quite happily under his desk sitting at his feet your head on his lap waiting and absolutely willing.
He could feel your hands grip his thighs, âquit that I know what youâre trying to do and itâs not going to workââ his voice teetered off in a guttural growl as he looked down.
You were biting his shirt looking up at him already nudging yourself between his thighs your teeth digging into his trouser zipper and tugging down.
his hands were gripping your hair jerking you up to kiss him deep, a growl against your lips, âFucking damn itâ come here.â
When you can get him to swear which is rareâ yeahâŚ
He didnât exactly sound angry.
But he sure fucked you like he was though.
âThis is what you were after hm? You brat!â A harsh laugh as he pinned you down a bit harder, âfine then I should ensure youâre goodâŚ.andâŚ.satedâŚshouldnât I bambi?â
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G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Very sincere.
Teasing but only in a very sexual way.
Borders on humiliation but he respects you too much.
Very serious though when he focuses on you.
Heâs focusing on all the sensations youâre sending him, letting you know what heâs feeling as well which just sets you into the damn ether.
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H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Itâs ARO.
The man is vain.
The man is neat.
Clean and pristine.
Heâd give a regal huff of annoyance, âI am not a heathen darling.â
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I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Ohhh you wouldnât know it but heâs such a god damn romantic.
He is. And he MAKES time for you. The schedules are changed so you have time together more oftenâ something that was never done before.
Operas, romantic walks out in Volterra at night.
Sightseeing.
Your favorite was your trip to Germany in the winter with a big cozy cottage and a big fire and lots of bedding to ahemâ destroy.
Aro has penguin brain.
He brings you small gifts that made him think of youâ you have a bracelet that has special charms he had custom made for you, a lochness monster for when you met, a castle obviously for Volterra, a doe, different tiny items that speckled through your life, each one means somethingâ you hardly ever take it off.
You have a collection of very sparkly stones in many jars that he found on his missions.
They are actually gemstonesâ insert eye rollâ they set off pretty prisms through your shared rooms.
âArenât you going to make jewelry of them?â Aro asks.
âNo darling they are perfect just as they are.â You smile.
Aro actually has the literal voice of a damn angel.
He sings to you in Italian, soft dulcet sweet tones and dances you around your rooms teasing you relentlessly.
Aro writes beautiful poetry. He will at least write one every few months when inspiration comes to him.
You have your own private box at the opera house. As well as being allowed to fund artists across the world, youâve found incredible talent on broadway and other venues.
Flowers. Aro ensures care for a private greenhouse for you on the roof, each flower has a meaning, and they all bloom year round given the proper temperatures on the greenhouse. âWhy would I send you flowers when they die so easily.â He asks kissing your cheek as you smile over the new blooms. âThis is everlasting, much more fitting.â He muses.
All his poetry is in a beautiful book Caius got you for your birthday.
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J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Why would he do that when he has you?
He is a patient man.
He can wait.
And he has pristine control over himself.
He is too old for pre-pubescent raging hormone crap.
But he will legit melt for you if you do it for him. Prefers it slow, enjoying your touch and loves to watch as you take instruction.
Youâre such a good girl for him.
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K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Aro is a kinky bastard.
MASSIVE Pleasure Dom.
Worship Kink.
Edging.
Controlling Orgasms *you donât get to come till he gives permission*
Collaring *your Volturi necklace is LITERALLY on a collar*
Overstimulation. *his gift allows him to know when youâre pushed to hard and when you can take a bit more. When youâre craving that over stimulus, heâll give it happily. Knowing he can turn you into a babbling speaking in tongues, drooling, eyes rolling back mess justâ justâ GAH.*
Breeding Kink *Aro has a true breeding kink, ask him to fill you up beg him for it and heâs going to lose his mind.*
Gagging. *he loves to gag you, but also loves being choked by you or you grabbing onto his tie.
Wax Play *youâre a fire elemental user, bringing candles into play is just oh itâs nice. * Prefers to have it done TO him. Your air element gift also allows you to cool the wax quickly and give new sensations.
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L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Aro is private, he prefers somewhere comfortable to take his sweet time with you.
Rooms Private, hotel, somewhere he can just lavish you and enjoy everything you can give him.
Heâd rather take the time to find a nice comfy setting.
But every blue moonâ heâll just look at you in that specific dress molding to your thighs.
He will drag you into an alley way and just rail the shit out of you keeping you quiet with a firm grip over your mouth as he hisses the dirtiest things in your ear.
You two once had a quick rendezvous in a changing room at a theatre. -shrug- it was empty oh well.
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M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
âMaster?â You bat your eyes at him
His nostrils flare as he breathes in and just knows exactly what you want and you smell so fucking good.
The tone you use.
He knows. You want him. Thatâs it.
Unless itâs a trialâ and DO NOT DO THIS BEFORE TRIAL.
And if you happen to when he takes your hand send him your fantasies after seeing him standing there all regal and watching his mouth form syllables so well and how much better itâll be with his mouthâ ahemâ busy somewhere else.
He will be so mad at you.
Heâs glaring at you behind a mask of calm and you can feel the fucking tremor in his limbs.
You just bat your eyes innocently at him and smile.
His face: youâre in SO MUCH trouble.
Brat energy??? During Trial?!??! Now is that the time to give brat energy!!???
Oh. Oh. oh you are so in trouble. When he gets done with ripping some poor idiots head offâ okay not really they broke the rulesâ stalks over to you; grabs you by your oh so pretty collar, âcome with me bambi.â
And just pulls you along to your rooms with you giggling the whole way and practically prancing behind him like aâ well like a doe prancing into a lions den.
Heâs tossed you over his shoulder once and just flitted out of the rooms into your private chambers, hurling you onto the bed before ripping into your clothing. âYou best be ready for your punishment.â
âOooohhhhhh absolutly master.â
âthatâs my girl.â
The coven just rolls their eyes. Aro is less manic with you there and you surprisingly bring ease to the covenâ so ya know what if thatâs what does it whatever.
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N = No (something they wouldnât do, turn offs)
Humiliation. No.
Impact play is one thing, but to intentionally hurt you no.
If he does impact play one hand is always touching you to ensure youâre okay.
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O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Giving? The man has a wicked tongue.
His oral game is LEGIT.
Will have you in a puddle of twitching ecstasy in mere moments of teasing because he knows where to touch and thatâs not just his tongue but his hands.
Will kiss you all over before even getting to the ahemâ final destination.
Youâre either ready to combust or ready to strangle him when he finally just begins to devour you.
Eats pussy like a man starved but has all the time to enjoy.
Smug as Fuck.
Expect him to just watch you as youâre coming back down from the absolute height he threw you up to and glaring down at his smug grin as he waits before beginning all over again.
Will go all night if youâve been ill behaved.
Your record is 20 before you BEGGED for a break.
He finally took pity and gave you a warm bubble bath and snuggles and praises.
It wasnât that he didnât like receiving, however it was more just a âhm, thatâs niceââ
But with you.
Especially when you had decided to walk into his office, lay your head in his lap as you had sat yourself under his desk so he could work while he played with your hair (you have a comfy cushion there who was he to argue if that was the best way to be close and he could get work done??!!)
But his work was abruptly halted when you had nuzzled his cock through his trousers dragging your mouth wide as he became painfully hard in record time.
âwhat is it you think youâre doing bambi?â He purred looking oh so curious.
âNothing.â You muffled around him as your teeth found his zipper and trouser buttons with a rather feral sound.
Upon finding out you had no gag reflex and having your nose buried in his pelvis as you moaned around him he was done for and he didnât even care.
Work was forgotten.
Loves when you pleasure him, but of course has to be in control for the most part.
Buries his hands into your hair and loves throat fucking you, praising you the entire time. âWhat a good thing you donât need to breathe dolcezza.â
You had hummed around him ecstatically.
The reward for this is always drool worthy.
Play with yourself as you do and let him see you do so keeping your clothing out of the way and youâll have him break finally, that cool haughty composure cracking as his gaze goes just utterly uncontrollably wild, his hips moving a bit harder.
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P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
You both fuck rough.
But you both also love the slow and sensual moments too.
Especially if you have the time to just drown in one another.
It just depends on the situation.
Rough And Fast:
Slow and Sensual is how it usually starts off, heâs so attentive, so soft and cherishes you, that is till you growl at him for more and he has of course no other option but to give you what he wants.
Youâre his queen after all what kind of mate would he be if he didnât give in?
But has today been exceedingly trying for either of you?
Or is your mate quite amped up from a particularly rough trial?
Youâve been pestering him havenât you? Hmmm.. yeah buckle up.
Youâre in trouble and therefore need to relearn where your place isâ itâs in your bed, beneath him losing your mind out of pleasure.
And he is all too happy to provide that lesson if you seem to forget.
You try to forget often. You damn brat.
Slow and Sensual
However sometimes he just wants to be gentle. And frankly so do you, you want to just bask in the bond you have and slowly explore all over again despite knowing you have memorized one another to heart by now.
Doesnât matter, you still find things that surprise you, things that make you smile.
Places that when touched cause a joltâ well thatâs new.
âI could spend my entire life mapping out your body carissima.â
âthatâs an awful long time in bed.â
Aro would just smirk kissing down your sternum, âoh what a pityâ I suppose my brothers shall have to cover for me hm?â Bite marks being pressed into your flesh, âI plan on leaving so many of these that I forget where they are so I can find them later.â
âSuch an evil overlord.â But youâre giddy, heâs going to make your entire world tilt again with those slow careful hands of his and youâre going to enjoy every second of it.
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Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Youâd be surprised that such a patient man could be so damn impatient for you.
Heâs not as impatient as Caius but not AS patient as Marcus.
So itâs a toss up when heâs twitchy during trials and catches a glimpse of you floating down the hallway in all your grandure and he mentally tosses a coin.
Nope he canât take it that flash of leg just set him off.
âExcuse me I do belive I remembered something that needs my attention.â
The others just inwardly roll their eyes.
Next thing you know youâre gagged by his tie in his office pinned over the desk with his teeth buried in your neck and frankly you expected this you wore that damn skirt with the slit in it to tease him.
Seeing this just makes him let out a feral noise and a laugh at the end, âoh you planned that hm?â He nibbles the outer shell of your ear, âmissed me did you?â
You can only nod as he continues, eyes rolling back as he knows exactly what youâre needing and itâs certainly not gentle right now.
âI have exactly fifteen minutes before my brothers come looking for meâ think you can be a good girl and make me come?â
You smirk against the gag in your mouth before purring at him; and itâs off to the races.
Heâs in trouble quite often for thisâ but whoâs to argue with him.
Heâs king he can do what he wantsâŚ. At timesâŚ.
Okay most of the time.
Plus heâs always in a MUCH better mood.
I wonder Why.
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R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
While Aro does love to experiment your safety is his utmost importance.
But heâs a curious bastard and you are right behind him on that scale so sometimes your games become a bit risky.
Never life threatening but oh boy do you two get a grin and just glance at one another, âyou know we havenât done that yet.â
âNoâŚ. No we havenâtâŚ.â
And thatâs how it usually starts.
The worst thing you two can realize is you both utter âI donât knowâ.
Well now you have to know if either of you are able to ahemâ arriveâ under rather dire circumstances such as utilizing your gift (donât worry your gift doesnât hurt him he knows how to use fire too surprise surprise.).
You almost had a heart attack though and nearly killed him after.
He just cackled that manic laugh that had you joining in after hitting him several times.
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S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Need I say more than one word?
Vampire.
Aro takes his time most occasions, his slow, slow sweet time.
Nowâ youâd THINK that the rougher encounters would last a shorter period.
Youâre wrong.
So wrong.
He lives for it youâre going to be so happy youâre a vampire and canât really get sore except for when you both leave cracking handprints on one another.
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T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Sensory.
Crops, leather gloves, feathers, ben wa balls are huge and he likes that they are silent but give you that teasing sensation. Wax candle play is huge for both of you and you enjoy long luxurious heated baths and sauna sessions with one another.
Ooooo he loves it.
Leather gloves area huge thing for him but not for what youâd thinkâ he likes to challenge himself.
Sure he can know what youâre feeling but he wants to be in tune with your physical responses as well and so occasionally he dons them just to test his knowledge.
Damn smug overlord is just as good and you hate it and now heâs smirking at you while popping his jaw with his hand on his elbow waiting for you to come back into your body.
âShut up.â You rasp as your head spins.
âI didnât say anything.â His raven hair slides across his face as he grins wider.
âYour SMUGNESS IS LOUD ARO.â
âMe?! Smug! Why I neverâŚâ -cue the dark chuckle before he starts it up all over again, âmaybe once more to ensure you remember itâs not just the gifts edge hm?â
âOhhhh Iâm going to die.â But you reach for him biting his leather clad hands.
âNo you wonât.â He hums happily, âI wonât let you. Youâre not allowed to leave me bambi.â
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U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
HE IS SO DAMN UNFAIR.
But so are you.
Heâs not as bad as Caius but he is close, and he only does it with LOOKS.
His eyes are utterly expressive, as is that mouth of his, so when he glances at you in just the right way you can feel it drop down in your gut and sizzle.
And he does it during trial. Oh but when you do it youâre in trouble. Psh.
Heâll tease you and brush your hand as he walks by just to know that youâre basically twitching from frustration at the end of the day and about to boil over as he leans down and licks your neck. âBambi, awe, was I too mean to you? Hmm I should make it up to you shouldnât I?â
He always makes it up to you.
The man has the best ways to use his mouth aside from running the coven and giving orders.
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V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Aro was quite clear studies, and private rooms were to be soundproofed.
Heâs loud, swearing (which he normally does not do), praising mess of a man, itâs needed.
And you love it.
You can practically feel the vibration in his chest when he purrs at you, less growling, heâs not as violent unless you get him too worked up.
No no no, he loves making you melt, and knows exactly what to croon at you to make your mind go blank.
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W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Heâs more posessive than Marcus. And that bleeds into a protective nature.
A bit controlling, but he knows very well he canât do that to you as he had to Sulprica. BUT it doesnât stop him from trying as gods forbid anything happen to you.
Less Jealous than Caius.
But his ahâ mood swings can cause for quite an interesting feat.
Since Marcus and Caius were always the brunt of the bashing and warfare, and he the brains behind the operation, many seem to think he has no bite marks on his body due to not being in the fray.
No.
The problem is Aro becomes too violent. Especially because of his talent when touching his victims it tends to become a frenzy. Once he had decimated an entire coven single handedly because the rage they had was swamping him.
His brothers had to pin him down and try to relay calm emotionsâ his sister Didyme thankfully had been the one to bring him back.
You yourself are now that calm place.
At one point, a guard had been careless enough to have thought about you in ahâ that wayâ Aro was aware you were quite beautiful, your personality no nonsense and many of the guard and lower guard considered you a maternal figure almost otherwise a very good friend.
But this guard.
Ohhh he coveted. What was not his.
But what was worse, was that on the way to the throne room he had spoken to you rather crassly, you merely ignored him; he wasnât even worth your time. But he had glanced you over as if you were a rather tasty morsel, the imaginings of you spread out beneath him had Aroâs hands cracking his wrists.
You saw the change slightly as you were behind him. His spine went poker straight. âYou dare.â It was worse, the guard had actually tried to think of how to lure you away to himâ you were a queen so surely infidelity was expectedâ
The rumble in his chest was a whole new sound youâd never even heard.
Both Marcus and Caius were sitting straight up and narrowing their gaze at Aro before Marcus flitted over and guided you to Aroâs throne placing you on it and standing protectively in front of you.
âMarcus?â you peered behind the eldest king and he hushed you gently.
The guard was torn apart in mere seconds.
It was utterly ruthless and with no mercy.
âPeople tend to forget Aro is only about a thousand years younger than I.â Marcus muttered.
You blinked. Aro was at least five thousand meaning that Marcus was Six, Caius being the youngest at three.
Aro speared the entire guard with a terrifyingly cold glare before flitting over to you, gripping your head back by your hair and sinking his teeth into your shoulder and neck with a low growl.
The sentiment was well understood as the entire guard backed the fuck away from the daisâ he closed the wound before his head shot up and he snarled at the coven tucking you into his embrace your face buried into his robes. âShe is mine.â It was a quiet, soft voice that spoke.
âAro.â you muffled tugging his sleeve and looking up at him.
He showed you âwhat he had seen and tilted his head. Would you mind cara?â
You lit the bastard on fire with a scowl aimed at the body winding your arms about Aroâs waist and nuzzling into his solid form.
A soft kiss in your hair, his body relaxing. âThatâs my bambi.â
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X = X-ray (letâs see whatâs going on under those clothes)
Aro although he is lithe and tallâŚ.heâs not exactly easy to handle.
9â decent width, knows how to use it.
Be forewarned, he knows what heâs doing.
Tactile Telepathy, good luck remember to keep your head on straight.
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Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Itâs less of a wistful like of yearning.
And more a burning bonfire of desire always in the wing of his mind ready to take over the forefront.
One glance at you and he wants youâ granted he thinks it might cool down over the centuries but when you look at him like that and bite your lip and grin.
Nah.
Nope. This isnât going away. Not at all.
He of course has excellent control so he is able to push other desires to the back of his mind, but once finished you are certainly at the front of the line.
Super high.
You both are insane.
You can be sitting reading and next moment with one small brush youâre gone from the library and youâve tackled him through the doors of your rooms and pinned him to the floor.
Insatiable.
Good luck!
ââââ
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Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Aro LOVES resting with you.
He likes to just lay with his hands on your body and watching your thoughts, youâre his favorite mind to go through and he just adores it.
You both can spend hours like this if you were allowedâ
He likes when you drag your fingers through his hair.
Makes him melt.
Kiss across his eyes and kiss his hands as he brushes your mouth with his fingers trying to learn you all over again.
âI donât think Iâll ever get enough.â He murmurs to you lazily. He has you nestled in his arms your head tucked under his jaw.
âThatâs fucking fine by me.â You giggle.
He rolls his eyes and huffs a soft laugh kissing the top of your head. âOf course she swears like a sailorâŚâ
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Bay/rise 46!! @errorfreak88 @brightlotusmoon @digitl-art-monstr @selfindulgenz @dakotafinely @yarchurr @sprinklestheditty @sententiously-sarcastic
Content warning! Mentions of death and suicide
Shredder was fighting with everything he had to free himself. He thrashed around, spinning as much as the tight containment would allow. If anything, he looked like a housecat in a carrier on its way to the vet. The families from both worlds gathered around the containment, much to Shredderâs furious frustration as he tried to slash himself free, but the containment held firm.
âRelease me at once!â He snarled, pressing his muzzle to the clear door that didn't quite look to be glass; it had a more pinkish tint, like everything else in this place did.
Mikey and Raph looked at each other, and then looked at Shredder. âNAW!â
âApril!â Leo ran to Oâneilâs side as she finally removed her disguise, then looked beside her with a more confused look when he saw Casey. âCasey? How are you hereâ how are you breathing?â
Oâneil opened her mouth to show what looked like gum on her tongue. âThe other Donnie made these.â
All eyes fell wide on Donatello.
âWhat? I had a few hours while Leo was coming up with a plan.â Donnie shrugged, âTheyâre just prototypes. You can keep the rest if you wantâ I got a dozen more of the things.â
âBut how did youâ?â
âItâs easy! You mentioned that they shouldnât be able to breath in here and i figured it was because of the weird properties of the air, but clearly we could breathe here, and so could my April so I took swabs of all of our mouths and then I took a swab of their mouths, compared the differences, and isolated the isotopic signatures that they didn't have and applied that knowledge into creating a gelatin-based supplement, and I gave their bodies a few hours to process the change, and then tested it by putting them near Leoâs rift where the atmosphereâs of both places merged and they were doing just fine so I deduced that my genius worked and we followed through with the plan. Any questions?â
âSeveral.â Mikey raised his hand.
âWrite em down when we get home and Iâll answer them then.â
âHeyâ you ainât got yo uh⌠shell thing on.â Raph commented when he came behind Donatello.
âYesâ it didn't work with the plan. I needed to make him think I was Leo. Colored lenses, man I tell ya, theyâll change the world! My battle shellâs back home so Iâd really like to get back there like ASAP because I am feeling highly anxious right now.â
âFor a second there I didn't even think your plan would work.â Leo laughed weakly and shook his head, âGood idea using Draxum!â
Leonardo didn't answer.
âLeo? Donatello asked.
Leonardo walked closer to the containment cell and placed his hand on it, staring in at the tortured figure of his brother. The creature was Shredder in both mind and body, no doubt about that. The armor, the metal ribs, those sickle claws were all Shredder! But the plastron, and those baby blues eyes belonged to Raphael and to see them on someone elseâ something elseâ made Leonardo incredibly sad. He wondered if Raphael could still hear himâŚ? Maybe not. But Shredder certainly could, right?
âCan you hear me?â Leonardo whispered to the tank; his eyes locked onto the blue ones just beyond the barrier.
Shredder gave a low rumble and lowered his head to meet Leonardoâs gaze.
âYou can, canât you? I know your nameâŚâ
âI am the ShredderâŚâ Shredder rasped quietly.
âNo youâre arenât. The armor is Shredder. I donât know if youâre him anymore since you swallowed my brother, but you used to be Oroku Saki.â
Shredder visibly flinched at the name, snarling and pulling his head back into his armor as far as it could go. âDonât say that nameâŚâ
âWhy? It is your name, isnât it?â Leonardo asked, âI know it because Draxum told me. He was just a kid back then, but he knows the stories. The stories of the great and noble Oroku saki.â
âWhat is he doing?â Leo almost snarled, but Draxum held out a hand for silence.
Draxum watched with the utmost curiosity, his eyes shimmering like rubies as he observed Shredder's reaction to every word being said.
âYou led the Foot Clan over five hundred years ago, right? Your clan lived in peace, and you learned from the kappa. They taught you ninjitsu and you brought it back to your Clan, didn't youâŚ?â
Shredder gave the lowest grunt. âI remember. I met them when I was young boy playing by the river. I gave them an offering of cucumbers, and as a thanks they gave me my first lesson.â
âI knew you remembered.â Leonardo said, his heart sparking at the implications of what it could mean, âI knew it! Your clan was so⌠honorable until a great evil came to your land, and you couldnât fight it off. Do you remember what the evil wasâŚ?â
Shredder gave an evil roar and tried to charge the door, though he couldnât get much of a running start to do any damage. Leonardo held his hands up in peaceful surrender.
âDonât wanna talk about it! Completely understand!â
Shredder settled back down quickly.
âYou must be in so much pain.â Leonardo shook his head slowly as he touched the glass. âSaki⌠all you wanted to do was protect your clan, and now youâve had to fight this dark armor for⌠for years. You⌠youâre so tired andâ and you canât fight anymore and that's okay! Youâve been fighting for five hundred yearsâŚâ
Shredder brought the nose of his armor to touch where Leonardoâs hand was, his eyes still watching Leonardo in a quiet observance.
âYou donât have to fight anymoreâ at least not alone! But Raph⌠if you can hear me, I need you to fight harder than you ever have. Please⌠if you d⌠donât⌠then Iâll have to destroy you and I donât think I canâŚâ
Leonardo rested his head against the door, the coldness of the chamber like sweet relief from the heat of his body.
âI know it's still you in there. I can see your eyes! And I need you to fight this, because if you don't then youâll destroy me because I canât destroy you. And then Mikey and Donnie, our baby brothers⌠theyâre gonna have to watch both of us die. HehâŚâ Leonardo laughed weakly as he wiped his eyes, a wavering smile trying to take hold of his face. âYou hear what I said? Baby brothers. Donnieâs older than me, I know, but⌠it just felt right. Silly Leo huh?â
Shredder didn't answer.
âAnd not just them. Our father⌠our sister⌠our new friends. Theyâre gonna have to watch it happen. Theyâre gonna have to watch us die⌠so I need you to fight this. Please.â
Shredder stared, his eyes like icicles piercing through Leonardo like knives. Still he said nothing. He didn't move, hardly breathed. He just stared.
âRaphâŚâ Michelangeloâs weak voice rasped suddenly, and Shredder snapped his attention to look at the approaching box turtle. Michelangelo was fiddling with his hands in front of him, his head low and eyes wide and sad. âHi. Itâs Mikey. Can you hear me?â He touched the door just as Leonardo was. âI really really want you back. I miss you.â
Shredder stared intently at Michelangelo. Michelangelo looked to Leonardo with a soft whimper, but Leonardo waved him on gently.
âD⌠do you remember when we ordered that Lou Jitsu video game and⌠and I really wanted to pick it up all on my own? You were so scared that I would get hurt, because Iâm⌠little and stuff. Iâm your baby brother! But even though you were scared, you still eventually let me go? And⌠when I did get in trouble like you said I would, you didn't yell or shout at me or anything. You just⌠gave me a hug and helped me! You didn't try to say you told me so even though you did tell me so. Do you remember that?â
Shredder gave a low rumble.
âRaphâŚâ Donatelloâs voice came this time, just as straightforward as ever but with a new, gentler tone to it if that were possible. âDo you uh⌠remember Mrs.Cuddles?â
Shredder gave a sharp growl and pulled back.
âTake that as a yes.â Donatello cleared his throat, âYou know how it was my dumb idea for April to bring the doll over in the first place? Just to scare you like a jerk of a little brother?â
Shredder leaned closer once more.
âYou⌠forgave all of us for it⌠even though it was our fault that the thing nearly killed our family and all of New York? That was pretty cool of you.â
âRed Rover?â This time it was Aprilâs turn to approach, âYouâve always been a good big brother! I remember back when y'all were still eating dumpster scraps and Iâd bring y'all snacks any time I could swing it with my parents. And every time, no matter how many snacks I brought, I never seen you eat one cause you were always too concerned with making sure your brothers got something that wasnât gutter trash.â
Draxum stepped up. âWhen Michelangelo er⌠was helping me to change my ways⌠you hated me. Absolutely despised me, for good reason. I had done terrible things up until that point. Yet⌠when your brother orange begged you to give me a chance, you did. You didn't trust me, but you trusted him, and you gave me a chance. I thank you nowâŚâ
âAnd when Draxum threw me off a building and I couldâve gotten really hurt you⌠you dove right down after me. No hesitation, no panic. Just straight down after me and⌠and you caught me. I was being so obnoxious that day too.â
âMy son⌠My RaphaelâŚâ Yoshi was the last to step up, his ears pressed back against his head as he smiled at the Shredderâs eyes. âI remember when you were small enough to fit in my hands. Oh, you were such a fussy baby! I would always sing you and your brothers the same lullaby my grandfather sung to me. You remember how it goes?â
Shredder didn't respond.
âI would hate babysitting beyond the Bon Festival. The snow begins to fall and the baby criesâŚâ
The pupils of Shredderâs eyes dilated, filling almost the entirety of the dark space.
âHow can I be happy even when Bon Festival is hereâŚ? Unwillingly babysitting thinking of days after mid-summer Bon holiday. The flurry of cold snow continues⌠and a baby repeating cries. Even come Bon holiday, what is so joyful, no clothes and no sash for attire. The baby is so irritable to cry. That babyâs crying annoys me. Babysitting for a whole day, or even more. Every day I grow thinner. Wishing to get back home in a hurry across the border. Thatâs my parents' homeâŚâ Yoshi gave the softest laugh as he finished the lullaby and wiped his eyes clear of tears. âOh, how you all loved that song. I⌠was in a dark place back thenâ so resentful of where my life was. But you boys helped me more than I could ever thank you for. If there hadnât have been the need to take care of you, then I⌠wouldnât be here today. I would have⌠done something cowardly. But Iâm so glad I didn't. So please, my son⌠Raphael⌠let me help you.â
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Child Saniwa: Azuki Nagamitsu, Ichigo Hitofuri, Horikawa Kunihiro
Ah shit yâall, back at it again with the memes. Thank you for requestin, love~!
Azuki Nagamitsu
âI am pleased to meet you, my name is Azuki Nagamitsu...â
â....â
Azuki takes one goddamn look at this baby saniwa and is immediately claiming it as his child. Yes heâll fight the entire citadel to stake his claim, heâs signing the adoption papers right now. No you cannot stop him. He can and will hold all of these children. He has big enough and strong enough arms.
âPray tell, little one, do you like sweet things?â
â!!!â
Oh Azuki is a bit of an enabler. He does cook and bake a lot so expect him to sneak a lot of sweets and stuff to the lil kid. He already does it with the little ones around the citadel but even more so if he has a close relationship with the child saniwa. Yes he will ensure that they eat healthy and go to bed on time and maybe heâll bribe them with sweets to finish their chores on time and all but hey, he does care for them a lot!
Azuki always calls them adorable, cute, and so on and so forth. He adores kids and maybe he has a photo album of adorable pictures of the lil saniwa and the rest of the kids around the citadel just napping together and sleeping together and holding hands and being cute, no heâs not crying.
HIs favorite thing to do with the kid is to go shopping with them! Holding their hand as they walk through whatever aisles they are looking at. Yes maybe heâll sneak some of their favorite treats into the shopping cart, and maybe heâll have to curb the childâs habit of snacking on everything but he caves in the end. Heâs weak to their puppy eyes. Please help him, he might not be strong enough.
Is that one parent at a recital or something of their childâs with a video camera, crying, and screaming: âYOUâRE DOING AMAZING SWEETIEâ
Azuki isnât much of a fighter, it doesnât mean he wonât fucking throw down with the government though. Watch him invite them over for a spot of tea and if they even make a damn negative comment about his master heâll probably drop some poison in there. No he wonât heâll just hug the kid closer to him and be that one meme of protecting Kevin Hart.
Azuki is already giving out head pats to all of the kids in the citadel, but to the Saniwa heâs rather physically affectionate. If they want a hug, they can get one. If they wanna hold hands? Hell yeah! Forehead kisses? Damn right he will. Loves giving them head pats and calling them a good kid the most.
Yes he will read them a bedtime story and of course itâs always ones filled with good morals and life lessons!
Azuki is also damn good with sewing. He will make little scarves, and patch up the clothing for the saniwa and even make some clothing for them! He loves it when they are warm and comfy in whatever clothing they like!
Yes Azuki spoils them rotten but he knows his limits. He is the typical overly proud dad who is happy whenever his kid is happy!
Ichigo Hitofuri
"I am Ichigo Hitofuri, the only tachi crafted by Awataguchi Yoshimitsu-â
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The minute Ichi-nii sees this lil kid is his master, he is already bending down to their level and asking where the fuck are their parents. Heâs a bit shocked to see someone so young to be his master but he wonât mind. He does have a LOT of little brothers after all! He can take care of them, adding another lil sibling into the bunch wonât hurt anyone!
Adoption papers? Signed? Awataguchi? Accepting of their new sibling. Government? uNFORTUNATELY STILL ALIVE. He knows what itâs like to have trauma and some of his lil bros do have quite a bit of it. Honebami, Yagen to name a few, and pushing such a duty on to such a young person like this...Ichigo wonât lie and say that he isnât angry at the government for doing this. They donât deserve this, why canât they live their life out as a normal kid????
Oh Ichigo has experience in taking care of children and his brothers will also pitch in to make sure that the Saniwa is loved for and taken cared of! They have an army of tantous, two wakizashis, and a tachi at their beck and call now. No one is going to hurt them ever again.
Like Azuki, Ichigo adores children and this little saniwa is no different. Yes heâs rather stern at times and he doesnât like raising his voice at them but he does need to be a guiding hand at times. He would never hurt them, and he just wants the best for them. He may get angry at them and scold them but he is doing it gently.
Yes the little saniwa is going to get roped into AWT48. Ichigo will personally help them sing and dance as well! If they have stage fright, no worries! Heâs happy to still perform for them none the less.
Cuddles. Oh man this little saniwa is never going to be without physical affection. From Ichigoâs cuddles and head pats to the rest of the Toushirous just loving on the kid and random hugs outta nowhere, this kid is going to be so loved.Â
Ichigo can kinda cook? Not as good as like Kasen or Azuki or anything but heâll at least make something edible. Probably some instant stuff from a box, more like it. He can decorate it super good though!
If the kid has nightmares, Ichigo is the first to wake up and comfort them. His bros have nightmares a lot and heâs a light sleeper anyway, so he can relate to that - and is always there for them!
Bedtime stories with morals and lessons? Of course! Duh! Itâs a group storytime! All day every day!
Ichigo is the big brother everyone wants. The caring big bro who will take a bullet for you, and will probably have some choice words for the government. He cares for you as a parent would, and is just always there!
Horikawa Kunihiro
âExcuse me, has-â
â....â
â....Ah, a second child to take care of.â
Horikawa already has a child on his hands kane-san and heâs already pretty motherly so adopting a kid like this isnât too out of his range. Heâs a lot gentler with them than he is with Kane-san, but no less strict.
No he cannot trust Kane-san around this child. ONe time he left them alone and the kid was stuck in a tree and Kane-san had a broken leg trying to save the damn kid. He will only let them interact under his or another swordâs supervision. Can and will fight Kane-san just to protect this kid.
As Horikawa is good at cleaning, he always tends to the kidâs room and helps them wake up on time. He will most likely be the hawk mum, watching over them with every change he can get to ensure that they are doing their work on time.
He wonât spoil them as much as Ichigo or Azuki would, but he would praise them and reward them in his own way! Mostly with praise and a head pat and a forehead kiss if theyâve been extra good! Yes heâll cook for them and give them treats but nothing super duper big.
The minute the saniwa calls him Hori-nii or something he will cry. Hell heâll take being called mom. He doesnât mind! Heâs just happy that he can be there for them!
Oh dude Horikawa will spoil them not with food but with lil things! A flower from the forest, a lil trinket from the store as he passed by, so on and so forth! He knows his limits though.
Yes Horikawa will not hesitate to storm the government building and demand to see whoever the fuck is in charge. He wants to know who the fuck was responsible for this. This is a literal CHILD, where are their PARENTS. Who aLLOWED THIS? Horikawa is now this childâs mom.
Heâs like that mom that panics whenever the kid goes missing for like one second. Thereâs a lot of dangerous things the kid could get into (see the tree incident) and if they get hurt, expect Horikawa to be at their side quicker than Hasebe. Hell he can beat Hasebe in speed and in over-protectiveness, dO NOT TEST THIS YOUNG MAN.
Is also that one mom that is at the kidâs recital, crying joyous tears of pride as they perform. Always has a camera on him to capture such a beautiful moment.
Yes Horikawa is the mom friend and he will not hesitate to become the mom to this saniwa. He will ensure that they go to bed on time and keep them healthy. Will wake them up on time and just be that one parent who is always a presence in their life, knowing when to back away but keeping in touch. Like having ya mum as ya best friend!!!
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One, but not done [END]
Ch1 Ghosts | Ch2 Florence | Ch3 A Matter of Seconds | Ch4 I need a Backdoor | Ch5 Die Hard | Ch6 White Flag | Ch7 Haunt the Living | Ch 8 One, but not done [end]
Seven sighed as One disappeared when it was time to pack everything "Is he always like that or is he just being purposefully annoying?â
âHow the fuck would I know?!â Three slammed a crate on the ground, holding his back like an old man.
âWho?â you were all packing the missionâs gear in the Haunted House.
âOne,â
âPurposefully, no doubt!â you chuckled.
Later you knocked on his trailer door,
"Old man, we have to talk,"
"Let me guess, you want a bigger trailer so you and skater boy could go at it, not gonna happen,"
"Hum .. not exactly, look I know it's the first rule you told us about, and we broke it, actually 4 of us broke it. We're human One,"
He sighed "I just.. need you to be focus on the job."
"We are fo-.."
"Getting shot prove that you were focus," he threw his phone on the desk
"Alright you got a point,"
"These numbers are for your own safety," he stated angrily "but I guess now it's all fucked up."
"Not necessarily, I mean, now we all know each other better, we have better bonds,"
"Tell me about it," you smirked at his saying "... actually don't," he furrowed his eyebrows as you chuckled.
"Think about it," you pointed out as you were stepping out "this team, could do so much more,"
He nodded and something snapped.
"Hold on," he rummaged through a drawer to finally hand you a silver key, his eyes changed for a second âMight be clichĂŠ but he would have been proud.â
Smiling slightly at One, you left to open your brother's safe.
There were photographs, a few envelopes with the same cachet and a P/O box address on it.
One of the photographs, in black and white yellowed by the time showed your Mamma and Papa at your age in front of the Coliseum, looking happy as ever, the warmth of their smiled enveloping you instantly. Another one with your Mamma in swims wear gracefully sat on the sand, holding both of you. You were so tiny, wearing terrible hats and frowning at the sun. You found yourself laughing, a tear landing on the envelopeâs corner behind the pictures.
Setting aside those pictures, you flicked the envelope open. Eyes scanning the document multiple times you were not sure what you were reading. Palm against your agape mouth, you read the main text.
 âDear Anonymous donator,
We would like to thank you for all these years of generosity. Your help has given access healthcare to people in dread need of it. With the help of caring people such as yourself, we have been able to afford the construction of a new volunteer centre, which will provide a facility to help maximize the amount of lives we can save.
Your last donation in date had us all profoundly touch and grateful.
We will never not be thankful enough. We wish we had a name to put on the facilityâs wall. But we respect your privacy and so weâll stop asking from now on.
All proceeds of your donations advance our lifesaving mission.
Thank you, dear anonymous donator.â
The tears blurred your vision until you couldn't see through it. He had found his anchor.
You cried, not of sadness but of proudness. For you he was still the kid throwing stones on the neighborâs roof, the one who couldnât sleep on stormy nights, the teen who cried when his crush rejected him. He was your anchor for years.
One paid you much more than you needed to live. You assumed now your brother had donated the payment. And all these years when he worked multiple jobs... it all became clear.
"You were the better twin, baby brother!" You mumbled to yourself.
Weeks later the Donations continued yet the anonymous donator had a found an alias.
Six
Passing by the pool you stopped once more before leaving the scorching desert until One would need you.
Weeks ago you brother was laughing at you on the other side of this very pool, these memories were gold now, they didnât make you sad anymore, you grinned remembering him holding his chest while laughing on the ground, little fucker.
âHey luv,â
âHey,â he sat next to you on the edge of the empty pool
"So we're out?" His hand snaked around your waist bringing you closer.
"Not for now," you smiled thinking about this time spend with this weird squad, eager for a new operation.
âSo where shall we go until next,â
âYou're ready to stick with me? Are you mad?" He laughed as you touched his forehead for any kind of fever.
"Banged my head a few times yeah, but I'm pretty sure I'm mad...about you."
"God you spent to much time around One." He gently reached for your jaw turning your head to him, the blush creeping on your cheeks not helping to hide that you actually liked that he was ready to come with you anywhere, he leaned in for a quick kiss.
.
The warm air and sounds of busy streets of Italy passing through the ajar window woke you up. Looking at your watch on the bedside table you immediatly turn your back to it, snuggling back into Four's chest. Too early. The night was short.
"What do you say about Transylvania?" he mindlessly ran pattern on your back with his warm fingers.
"For what? Vampire retreat?"
"Hiking, but I can bite" feeling his teeth of soft spot on your neck you squirmed.
"Aouch, alright, we'll go to Transylvania tomorrow. I got to see my brother first."
He nodded, his smile sliding off.
"What?"
"I'm...I'm not really comfortable with...mourning," he played with your fingers on his chest avoiding your look "I ..uh.."
"Calm down babe," you straddled him, the sheet sliding down your bare body "I'm not asking you to come with me." You chuckled at his concerned face, and his lost of attention at the sight of your naked body.
He sighed, "You know he was like a brother to me..." you tilted your head watching him
"That would be weird.." you removed your hands from his
"shit no not a brother," he caught your hands putting them right back on his chest" a .. a best friend,"
"Stop talking," you leaned in, enclosing his lips with yours. His hands immediatly reached your tighs, you felt a shiver ran his chest as your finger brushed his skin from his throat to his navel. A firm squeezed on your thighs made you giggled, he was so easy to trigger.
He sat up, one of his arm tightly set around your low back while the other snake to your back, his hand holding the back your neck. A lovely mess of tangled limbs in silk sheet was all you were. You pushed him back on the bed, holding his hands up his head.
You nibbled on his earlobe, and chuckled when he groaned at the ministrations trying to fight your hold on him. He could easily removed himself from your grip, guess he wouldn't this time.
Finding your way down his neck, chest, navel ... taking your sweet time until you reach the point of no return. He gasped, his head lolling back on the pillow "God I love Italy,"
.
âCiao brotherâ cross seating at the grave of his fake death, there were flowers already with a cup of mochaccino beside it, you laughed, only One person could have done that. Glancing at your own grave, you shivered at your name engraved in the marble stone.
You recall the all mission as if your twin was there listening to you, âThis one is for you, and the next, and the next.â You breathe in feeling tears coming up, âI kept your cross," you scoffed, "you can thank Four for that. As long as I have it, Iâll have you, mammĂ and papa with me promise.â kissing the cross you left a single tear rolled down your face.
One knew how to be a ghost, perfectly, no one could trace him, anyone but you. .... The gps tracker in his watch helped. If he knew, heâd probably wouldnât be happy, but hey he is your cash source canât lose an eye on him.
âSo, thatâs your secret!â looking at the little boy in the playground whom looked like the man beside you.
âShit! He jumped
âHey,â you grinned leaning on the grid, sliding your shades down.
âArenât you supposed to be OUT of Italy?â he groaned
âItâs my homeland One, whatâd you expect?â you pointed at your wig and shades âDisguise,â
âItâs always better than Threeâs in Vegas,â He joked âYouâre kicked out, itâs immediate,â He stated, not even believing it himself.
âYeaaaah, I donât think so,â you nudged his shoulder. A ghost of a grin appeared knowingly.
"Do you follow everyone, or are you my private stalker?"
"You really wanna know!?" You shifted on your two feet, he got the idea that everyone had a stalker in the name of Eight.
"Cleavers," you used his own line
"Shut up," he answered tired of your shit, resulting in you laughing a bit too loud.
Regaining a sense of calm you felt he was still uneasy about you seeing his son. âYour secret is safe with me old man,â He nodded a tight smile on his lips, and somehow he knew he could trust you.
âHaunted house, in a week.â
âNoted.â Saluting with two-fingers you took a few steps back still eyeing him with fondness, proudness, maybe not just a cash source in the end. He flicked you off, a bright smile spread on your face.
âWhereâs Four by the way?â he called out
âSomewhere on the roofs, he canât help it.â
He lifted his head, you took this time to disappear around the corner.
Calling Four you stumble upon his voicemail âSkater boy, you better bring down your cute ass. Weâre heading back to the Haunted House in a week. Mission 2 is coming. Love ya!â
A week later
"Please don't,"
"One, I only hugged her for a second," you rolled your eyes. Five was still holding your shoulders.
"Tell me you're not going to freak out everytime two of us are close,"
Two had a grin on, Five was being clingy on purpose. It had been a month since you've seen everyone, except Four and One. You had missed everyone, Five especially, after the parkour lessons, the incident on the yacht you had become close friends.
"Hey squad," Four let his skate rolled until it hit a wall. He reached you kissing your cheek, then sending you a wink as he took a seat next to Three. You eyed One, holding a laugh, Five carefully removed her hands from around your arm. Four looked dumbfounded as One sighed, staring at you. He then flung his arms in the air.
"Fucking Millennials!"
Thanks to everyone who read, liked, commented on Fucks not Found. It was fun to write, let me know what could be improved, I'm still working on my english that's why everything is not perfect and quite limited. Looking forward a new story. Thanks again.
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Delores Theadosia Hargreeves
Chapter Fifteen
Italics = memories
@tomisbaeholland
A/N: I am aware of Elliot Page coming out as transgender and am fully supportive of it. With the future of his character still in the wind however, I will be using she/her pronouns for Vanya for my writings at least for the time being. If rumors are true and the character will be transitioning as well, I will wrap it into my story accordingly. For now, I'm just following the plot of season one.
Diego was one of two Hargreeves children left in the city, and was the first to arrive back at the manor. The place had always been too big for comfort, but it still seemed strange seeing it so empty.
Not for the first time, he wondered what Delores' life here had been like before they'd come into it.
Traditionally, boxing was a more serious sport. The kind that attracted harsher people, under the counter bets and the like. Then again, Delores Theadoisa Hargreeves had never been traditional.
She stood just outside the fighting ring jumping up and down, and waving a handmade sign over her head. "Go Diego! Boo everyone else!"
Diego's opponent of the night; a burly man with full sleeve tattoos, looked between him and the tiny blonde.
"Your girl's got a lotta faith in ya."
Diego smiled but didn't drop his guard. "Wouldn't wanna disappoint." he said before throwing a heavy right hook into the man's jaw.
âDiego my boy.â Pogoâs voice broke him from his memories. âGood to see you.â
âHey Pogo.â Diego smiled and hugged the chimp. âAnyone else turn up yet?â
âYou are the first, but I expect your siblings shall be along shortly.â
âDelores?â
âThe news got to her rather late, but she assured me sheâd be on the first available plane.â Pogo informed. âTill then, sheâs tasked me with keeping the rest of you in line.â
Number Two laughed. âYeah, good luck.â
******
Next to arrive was Alison. Getting the news about Reginaldâs death via paparazzi hadnât been pretty, and frankly if it hadnât gone down that way she probably wouldnât have come. She had enough of her plate as it was.
âOnward to desert!â Delores ran across the large backyard, a then one year old Claire ridding piggyback. Patrick, who had been manning the grill for the barbecue, laughed and held the package of oreos over their heads. He was taller than Delores, so even with Claire on her back they couldnât reach them.
Things had been a lot simpler when âGammy Loriâ could be called any hour of the day. Having raised seven kids, Delores was much more capable of dealing with Claire than Alison was. It was hard sometimes not to take advantage of that.
It was even harder to stand by the lessons Delores had taught her and not take the easy way out.
âI want Gammy Lori!â a three year old Claire whined.
âGammy Lori is working sweetie. Sheâs in Pennsylvania.â
âWhereâs that?â
âA really long way away.â
âCan we go get her?â
âNo, we canât.â
âWhy?â
âBecause sheâs busy.â
âWhy?â
âBecause sheâs very smart and works with smart people.â
âWhy?â
âI heard a rumor that you stopped whining.â
******
Klaus tumbled in through one of the back doors and was immediately skimming the place for valuables.
"Really?" Ben's spirit said over his shoulder. "Didn't you tell Dede you'd keep at least a two month period between troubles with the law?"
"Hey, it's not like the old man is around to report anything stolen anymore. "God knows DT isn't gonna miss any of it; she hates this gaudy shit."
Every remaining member of the Umbrella Academy had a key to Delores' condo in the city. As such, it wasn't uncommon for her to come home to find one of them on her couch.
It was usually Klaus.
Number Four groaned as he blinked back to consciousness. His blurry vision focused in on the figure sitting on the coffee table. "Oh, hey DT. How long have you been here?"
"Couple hours. I came to check if you were alive again. You've been kinda in and out." While she didn't approve of Klaus' drug habits, Delores was the only one -- apart from Ben -- who understood why he had them.
"I didn't say anything stupid, did I?"
"You don't need drugs for that, Klausy."
"She's right, you know." Ben chimed from where he leaned against the couch's armrest.
Klaus threw a glare at the spirit over his shoulder before turning back to his caretaker. "Sorry, shady asshole must've mixed something in with the product. It's usually not that heavy...."
"Haven't I told you stay away from those types?"
"Com'on DT, I am one of those types!"
"Those are the rock bottom types that end up in a ditch somewhere." Delores flicked him in the head, making him wince as she rattled his hangover.
"Thank you!" Ben exclaimed.
"The type that don't have their big sister to push them into rehab. Speaking of, didn't you just get out of it like a week ago?" She continued, unaware that Number Six was even there.
"Maybe...." Klaus muttered. "But I'm not really the cold turkey type; you know that."
"There has to be something better." Delores sighed. "If you would stick around for more than a few days sleeping off a bender, you and I could figure it out! I've been riddling out your powers since you were born."
"No." Klaus said firmly. "Alright, I may be a deadbeat addict, but you are the one person who I refuse to mooch off of."
"Klausy --"
"Klaus --"
"Non!" He cut off both of them. "It took you way to long to get out from under dad's ass. You've finally got a life for yourself! Majority rules; you were out voted. No more mother henning!"
*******
Having the furthest to travel, it wasn't surprising that Luther arrived late to the mansion.
He had been the last of the Umbrella Academy, chasing the heroics dream Reginald kept feeding him. He and Delores had gotten into more than one argument regarding this, but she had always been there when he really needed her, wether she was angry with him or not.
Unfortunately, he had been out voted and she had left too.
Logically he knew it was good for her. She sounded so much happier on the phone than she had living here. The stubborn part of him that believed in the Academy's roles however knew her place was with them, even if they weren't kids anymore.
Delores hadn't been informed of his mission gone awry; his near death experience, what had brought him back, and the side effects of it. Reginald had done something or another to keep that out of the media, and Luther himself certainly wasn't looking to tell her.
The real kicker had been the moon mission. Reginald had sprung it on him so suddenly that he hadn't had the chance to call Delores beforehand.
He stood hunched in the doorway of her old room, eyes drifting over the relics she had left behind. Since Delores traveled so much, she hadn't taken everything with her when she first left. The majority of her things were now in her condo in the city, but there were still a few dusty pictures on the walls.
Moving forward caused his fingers to brush against the scritches on the doorway. Carved into the wood with one of Diego's knives were a series of dashes and dates marking the life of the Umbrella Academy.
Luther strained to stretch as straight as he could, resisting the urge to get on his tiptoes. He'd tried sneaking that past Delores and she'd smacked his head with the ruler.
The flat of a blade cut into the wood behind him and he immediately jumped forward to see her scratching the day's date next to it with a practiced hand.
"So?" He asked eagerly.
"Hmm." Delores held the ruler between an older mark and the mark she'd just made. "One and a half inches."
"Yes! I'm still the tallest!"
"Second tallest." Delores said, leaning her elbow atop his head.
"I told you to stop doing that!" He swatted at her, taking a step back to be out of reach.
"But you make such a good armrest!"
"Just you wait Dee; some day I'm gonna be even taller than you and you'll be the armrest!"
"Whatever you say squirt."
*******
Hesitant to come at all, Vanya was the last of the siblings to walk through the front door.
Ever quiet as a mouse, she stepped into the entry hall in near silence. Her sister was less so however.
"Vanya." Alison said in surprise as she came through the doorway of the living room. "You came."
"Hey Allison." Vanya smiled and accepted the hug offered to her.
Her flicker of confidence evaporated when Diego walked through the room and glared at her. "What's she doing here? You don't belong here, not after what you did."
"Diego now is not the time for fighting. And way to dress for the occasion by the way!" Alison called to his retreating back.
"At least I'm wearing black!"
"H-He's right, I shouldn't be here..." Vanya shook her head, wondering why she'd bothered. It wasn't like Delores would leave the country again without coming to see her -- she was the only family member who was still talking to her after all.
"No, hey." Alison cut her off. "I want you here."
The smile Vanya gave her sister was small and somewhat forced. The sentiment was kind, but patronizing. Everyone had been mad at her after her book had been published; even Delores.
Vanya unlocked her apartment door and jumped out of her skin at the sight of Delores sitting on her couch. She shouldn't be surprised at this point really, the older woman had mad it a habit since she'd been given a key.
"You should have locks on your windows." the caretaker commented idly.
"I live on the second floor."
"Rapist can climb."
"You are so weird." Vanya shook her head as she locked the door behind her.
"Oh now that's a simpleton word. You got much more creative as I recall. What was it? Apathetic, obtuse, and desperate to keep control?"
"M-my editor didn't like me making you a good guy when everyone else --"
"Oh will get to everyone else; you had no right to say what you did about them either. Airing out the dirty laundry for all to see....I'm really disappointed in you, Vanya."
*******
Vanya was the last of the Hargreeves siblings to walk through the front door, but certainly not the last to arrive.
After a very tense conversation about their father's death -- Luther was convinced it was murder, and while he didn't accuse anyone outright it was clear he didn't put it past them.
Everyone had split off to different areas of the house, and Luther thumbed through the records on the shelf in his room. The group really didn't do well as a group without Delores, but maybe he could at least minimize the hostility while they waited for her.
Finding the one he was looking for, he set it onto the player and turned the volume up as high as it would go. Soon enough, Delores' favorite song was echoing through the manor halls.
I think we're alone now
There doesn't seem to be anyone around
I think we're alone now
Alone now
The beating of our hearts is the onl-
The music was cut off rather abruptly as the walls and floor began to shake. Everything metallic went flying, and a large wave of something was glowing a familiar blue color in the backyard.
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i-wakeupstrange said:
iâm not including this in my review of the elevator fic because it was becoming its own huge, ridiculous tangent, but in short: itâs now my headcanon that Marco is into anime (OF COURSE why didnât I realize sooner) and in a roundabout way thatâs Peterâs doing. (heâs a little old for NGE but, I think, about the right age to have gotten real into, say, Robotech. and decide to show his son these shows. because heâs a Cool Dad. or tried to be before... you know.)
Peter told himself that he was watching cartoons because of the baby, but also all the baby books heâd tried to force Eva to read had said that babies have about a foot of vision and see colors like a dog. Then he told himself that he was watching cartoons because the bright colors and laser sounds kept him awake. At least that wasnât a complete lie.Â
The full truth was that he thought Robotech was cool. It was serialized, which was more than he could say for any American TV shows. It wasnât as if Peter could read Dune with a baby in his arms no matter how much he wanted to, even if heâd missed the last two books and another was coming out later that year. And it wasnât as if Peter could read Dune anyway since he was off Ritalin again, but that was neither here nor there. TV shows would catch up to book series eventually.
The fact that it had a story he could follow was just a bonus. The real draw of Robotech was that it aired in marathons in the middle of the night. That was a lot less likely to wake up his ten-week-old than changing his Doctor Who tapes every four episodes. Plus, heâd had to pay someone on USENET to ship the tapes all the way from Brighton. If he wore them out, he wasnât sure heâd be able to find the guy ripping VHS tapes on net.tv.drwho again.
Evaâs alarm went off, muffled by the bedroom door. Peter closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the couch cushion. 5:30 already. Heâd been letting her get most of the sleep to reimburse her for the whole pregnancy thing, but now that she was going back to work, he wouldnât even have a choice.
He listened to her shuffle around the kitchen. He heard every step of her putting on a pot of coffee. Eva never did anything quietly, but it hadnât taken him long to get used to it. After all, there was nothing more comforting than knowing his ever-so-slightly evil partner would at least never be able to sneak up on him.Â
He opened his eyes to catch her shaking out her still-rumpled hair and stretching out the crick in her back. He heard that too, from all the way across the room. Another thing Peter was repaying her for. She saw him watching and closed the distance between them. Eva draped her elbows over the back of the couch and touched her cheek to Peterâs head. Peter took a deep breath, and he smelled her shampoo and the coffee and their new baby.Â
Putting his PhD on hold was worth it.
Eva cocked her head to the side, rolling her chin over Peterâs forehead. âWow, look at her hair. Japan really has progressive ideas about the meaning of âspiral curls.ââ She walked around to the front of the couch, plopped down, and held out her arms. âHand him over.â
Marco started whining almost immediately.Â
âIâm surprised you know itâs Japanimation.â
Eva rolled her eyes. âWe had Japanese cartoons in Mexico. And actually, the acting was way better than this.â
âYeah, but were there giant fighting robots?â
âI dunno, this shit is for nerds.â Marco was still fussing in her arms, but she was looking down at him like she understood where he was coming from. âYouâre gonna make our kid a nerd, arenât you?â
Peter smiled. âI donât know what you expected when you decided to have a baby with me.â
âFeh, yeah, âdecided.ââ Eva stretched her leg out and gave Peterâs knee a good nudge.
She pulled her leg back, crossed her ankles, and cradled Marco with her whole body. All three of them fell quiet, and Minmay sang Marco back to sleep.
â ââ ââ âÂ
Marco was born whining, and after four years, he still only stopped when he was asleep.
âWhy do I have to do daycare?â
âYou asked to watch Voltron. Itâs the fifth time weâve watched Voltron. Please watch Voltron.â
Marco bobbed his head back and forth as he quoted the onscreen conversation between Queen Merla and King Zarkon: âThe chamber is full of quarks. â â Quirks? â â No, quarks. You see, everything is made of atoms, and all atoms are made of quarks. â â Hm, nice, but how does it work? â â Well, there are six kinds of quarks: up, down, top, bottom, strange. And my favorite kind, charmed.â
âWell. At least we can be sure youâre my kid. And Evaâs. And of why I like this show.â
âIf you like it, donât complain.â
Peter ran his hand over his hair and tried to ignore how thin it was getting. âDefinitely Evaâs kidâŚâÂ
Marco rolled over closer to Peter and looked up at him pleadingly. âWhyyy do I have to do daycare?â
âBecause,â Peter said reluctantly. âI finally finished school, and it was really hard, but I got a cool job out of it.â
Marcoâs eyes basically tripled in size, and he poked out his lower lip. Definitely, 100% for sure, Evaâs kid. âBut Iâll miss you.â
Peter sighed. âIâll miss you too. But youâre starting school in the fall anyway, so think of it like practice.â
Marco crossed his arms and turned his eyes back to the TV. He stayed quiet for maybe a minute, long enough for the pilots to form Voltron. Without taking his eyes off the TV, he said, âWhat if they donât know how to microwave Spaghetti-Os?â
âIf thereâs any lesson you have to learn, itâs that sometimes you have to settle for Spaghetti-Os that arenât made by Chef Boyardee Champion of the World, Your Dad.â
âSpaghetti-Os arenât even Chef Boyardee,â Marco mumbled.
Peter reached his leg over and nudged Marcoâs knee with his foot. âDonât you want to be brave like Lance?â
Marco pushed Peterâs foot away, crossed his arms again, and sank into the couch. âNo. I wanna be diablo-lolical like Prince Lotor.â
âWell, Prince Lotor doesnât even need his dad.â
Marco glanced over at Peter, and Peter grinned. Marco sank even further into the couch until his feet almost touched the floor.
â ââ ââ âÂ
The bluish glow of the TV cast long shadows across the room. There wasnât much contrast because it was a pretty dark movie, but Marco was still illuminated against the dull, colorless room. The volume was only one notch above mute, but he was sitting on his knees, so close to the TV that he could almost make out every word. Itâs not like the sound would have bothered his dad, even if he turned it all the way up. Marco kept it low so he could still hear Peter breathing, and even acknowledging that feeling ate away his insides.
It had been a whole year, and for a while Marco had tried not to think about how he was the only thing keeping his dad alive, in more ways than one. It got harder the longer Peter didnât get better. Marco didnât even have cable to distract himself from his messed up life. He just had the same old VHS tapes, and theyâd had to donate a bunch of them to Goodwill when theyâd moved.Â
The box was still there, still packed and next to the TV, labeled in Marcoâs sloppy kid handwriting. Peter hadnât helped with the moveâ âit had mostly been Jakeâs family and his momâs relatives heâd never met and would probably never see again. Marco could still see his hands pulling the tapes off the shelves, sorting them, reading the labels in Peterâs sloppy grownup handwriting, and not being able to bear to throw away the memories of sitting between his mom and dad with popcorn in his lap, even if he might never be able to watch those tapes again.
There were only a few tapes scattered around the plastic milk crate the TV sat on. The rest were still in the box. Marco had gone through them dozens of times, and he was still limited to the few tapes he didnât associate with a time when he had a family.Â
Heâd never watched Ghost in the Shell with his dad. That was probably a good thing, because there was a lot of nudity, and that was always awkward. There was also some gore, which Peter knew gave Marco nightmares, even if he pretended not to be scared. Marco had played the movie in front of Peter dozens of times anyway, but his eyes didnât track it, and he didnât tell Marco that he should turn it off, he was too young to see all these nipples.
Marco turned around, blinded from sitting so close to the TV. He didnât need to see his dad. He knew he was curled in on himself, his face buried in the place where the back of the couch met the seat and the arm. There was no way to know if he was asleep or awake, and Marco wasnât even sure those words had meaning in Peterâs life anymore.
âHey Dad,â Marco said, his voice creaky, either from disuse, disgust, or some other kind of emotion. âWhat do you think about the whole brains jacking into the internet thing? Realistic? It seems like the kind of thing youâd have worked on.â Marco listened to Peterâs breathing. It never changed. Marco could say anything. âYou know. When you worked.â
Marco turned away, back to the TV. He pressed Stop, and the tape clicked off, flooding the room with light so bright and blue, it hurt his eyes. He pressed rewind and the whir of the tape drowned out Peterâs breathing. It was crazy, but as the VCR started to grind to the end of the tape, Marco was suddenly, irrationally, completely sure that when the tape stopped rolling, the room would be totally silent. His body flashed hot and then cold and his pulse pounded painfully in his temples.
The tape clicked off. Marco held his breath.
Peter breathed in. Out. In. Out.
Marco pressed play, turned the volume up a few more notches, and got to his feet. As he passed, he shoved his dadâs leg with his foot. He stood over him, waiting like he expected some kind of reaction. The TV lit up his motionless body in green, gray, white. The cyborg pulled the cables out of her neck and stood.
âIf only someone would ghost hack you.â
Marco went into his bedroomâ âthe only bedroomâ âand slammed the door. Â
â ââ ââ âÂ
Marcoâs back was flat against the dirt floor of the scoop, his head resting on his folded arms. His right leg was draped over Axâs back and heâd slowly tangled his left leg up in Axâs tail. Ax didnât like that, and he knew Ax didnât like it, and thatâs why heâd taken it slow. Heâd started by sticking his leg under Axâs tail. Heâd waited a couple weeks, and then heâd surreptitiously make a loop over the course of an hour. Now, after like a month of acclimating him, Axâs tail was wrapped around Marcoâs leg like a boa constrictor, and maybe Ax didnât even notice.
He definitely noticed. Marco had just pulled off an incredible feat of exposure therapy. Ax just wasnât allergic to how annoying Marco was anymore. Too bad the allergy was familial, and it was harder to wallow a hawk into submission.
<Youâre not even watching,> Tobias complained.
Marco lolled his head to the side and pointed his eyes at the TV. âWhy are you making me read TV, Tobias? The point of TV is to not have to read.â
<Subtitles are more authentic,> Tobias said, his voice dripping with condescension.
âBut what about Ax? Poor Ax canât read at all.â
<I can read,> Ax said, his voice a mixture of defensive and arrogant. <And even if I couldnât, my translator chip has no trouble processing Japanese.> Snobbiness ran in their family too.Â
âIâm just saying, Iâd be able to pay more attention if I could understand the words and look at the pictures at the same time. You know, how itâs intended to be consumed?â
<Itâs intended to be consumed in Japanese.>Â
Marco rolled his eyes and sighed. It was the obnoxious kind of sigh, the voiced kind thatâs practically a groan. âItâs just robots, dude, itâs not that serious.â
<Neon Genesis Evangelion is art, Marco,> Tobias said, ratcheting the pretension up to eleven. <Itâs an exploration of how humanity would develop, given exposure to advanced alien technology in the face of an oncoming alien threat. And the only thing protecting humanity from annihilation is some teenagers with special powers. Itâs like, relatable.>Â
âWow,â Marco said sarcastically. âNever seen anything like that before.â That was basically the plot of Robotech mixed with Voltron, but boring.
<I mean, you must have never seen anime before, or youâd know how terrible the English dubs are.>
Marco sat up on his elbows and narrowed his eyes. Ax tightened his tail ever so slightly around Marcoâs leg, like he was trying to hold him back. Marco pulled his leg free. âThatâs pretty funny, since how could you even have watched so much subbed anime when no one cared enough about you to buy you decent clothes or new shoes or Clearasil? Let alone to go out of their way to buy you anime, subtitled specifically, the way itâs intended, of course.â
Tobias stared at him. Ax stared at him. Hell, Shinji Ikari stared at him.
Marco couldnât take even a minute of it. âSay something.â
<I just wanted to share something I like with you.>Â
Tobias opened his wings, fluttered to the edge of the scoop entrance, and flew away.
Ax was still looking at him with all four eyes. Marco squirmed, but he pressed his lips into a line and didnât break eye contact.
<That was too far,> Ax said finally, his voice more gentle than Marco deserved. <Why did you react so forcefully?>
âI donât want to talk about it.â Marco leaned around Ax, grabbed the remote, and changed the audio to English. âLetâs just watch this dumb robot show.â
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prompt! peter is getting bullied in school/around town/etc. and tries to brush it off as no big deal. heâs spiderman, isnât he? he doesnât wanna admit that it hurts his feelings and crushes his spirit. heâs gotten shot before, for crying out loud! and despite his desperate attempts to ignore it, it begins to wear him down. and down and down and down until one hang-out-with-tony day, he cracks. spidertears and irondad panic ensues.
AN: This isnât exactly what you asked for, but I tried. It turned out, that I wrote it from an outsider POV, so we get to see Irondad through someone elseâs eyes.
Warning: May is dead in this. Sorry.
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Roger Harrington cared about all his students, heâd had many who stood out over the years, but none ever burned as bright as Peter Parker. The boy was a genius, and Roger had to continually change things up just to challenge him. When half the world vanished, and Peter went with it, the world was a little darker for his loss. Thankfully, the heroes saved the day, Iron Man nearly dying to stop Thanos, and slowly, the world rebuilt.
It had been months since the children had returned to school, including Peter, but much to Rogerâs dismay, he learned that Peterâs aunt, May Parker, had reappeared in traffic and died before Peter got the chance to see her. Stories like that were common in the news right after the vanished were returned. Roger wasnât sure who had stepped in to take care of Peter, but rumor had it that it had been a distant relative.
Peter didnât smile as much as he used to, and Roger couldnât blame him. When he challenged him with work, he barely reached the bar. His studies started to slip, his grades falling. The brightest, happiest kid in the class had become withdrawn and anxious, making him a perfect target for bullies, Flash Thompson being the worst of them all.
Roger tried to intervene where he could, but he knew he was missing much of the abuse. And Flash wasnât the only one. A few other students had taken to ribbing him about his internship with Stark Industries, something Roger had seen the paperwork for but was a little hard-pressed to believe himself.
Heâd seen stranger things, though, and if telling people he had an internship helped Peter cope, who was Roger to say otherwise. He just wished there was more he could do for the boy.
The class was nearly over, the kids were paired off, working on their presentations, and Roger couldnât help but let his gaze drift over the students and fall on Peter and his friend Ned. They were two peas in a pod. Flash didnât seem to notice Roger watching as he leaned toward Peter with a grin and whispered something too low for Roger to hear. Whatever it was, it made Peter frown, and Ned shoved Flashâs shoulder. Roger pretended he didnât see that. As far as he was concerned, Flash probably deserved more than a shove. Heâd been riding Peter hard lately, harder than usual since heâd rejoined the decathlon team, and in doing so, pushing Flash back to alternate.
The rest of the class went quietly, and once the bell rang, the students packed up and filed out of the room. Peter was one of the last to the door, and Roger stopped him by calling after him.
âPeter, can you hang back a moment?â
Peter frowned, looked to Ned, then told his friend not to wait. With his bag slung over his shoulder, he walked over to the desk where Roger was perched on the edge.
âHow are you doing, Peter?â
Peter shrugged. âGood, I guess. Nothing special going on. Am I in trouble for something?â
Roger shook his head with a smile and then pushed up his glasses. âNothing like that. I just wanted to talk to you. Iâve noticed things between you and Flash are tense. Anything you want to say about that? Remember, youâre not in trouble.â
Peterâs frown deepened, and he scuffed his shoe against the floor. âEverythingâs fine. Flash is great.â
Roger crossed his arms over his chest, then rubbed his chin. âI know what heâs doing, Peter. I might not have heard everything heâs said or seen everything heâs done, but I know a bully when I see one. My question for you is, why havenât you come to me before? There are things I can do to help, but I canât fix what I donât know about.â
Peter shrugged again, looking at his shoes. âItâs really nothing. Can I go now?â
âActually, Iâd like to have a meeting with you and your guardian. The sooner, the better. Maybe even after school today if that works. I think we need to all get on the same page.â
Peterâs startled, looking up at Roger with wide eyes. âIâcanât we just forget about this? Itâs not a big deal.â
âIâm sorry, Peter. Iâll call the office and have them contact them. Once I know when the meeting is, Iâll make sure itâs passed onto you.â
Peterâs shoulders curled forward, and he nodded his head, his hair falling into his eyes. âThanks, Mr. Harrington. Can I go now?â
âYes, Iâll see you later. Hopefully, this afternoon.â
XXX
During his last class of the day, the office called and told him that theyâd contacted Peterâs guardian and that theyâd be there at three-thirty to meet with him. Roger had thanked them, then finished up his lesson as he thought over the points he wanted to discuss. Peterâs grades were slipping, for one thing, Flashâs bullying was another, and Peterâs refusal to report the bullying was another problem by itself.Â
It was like his light had been dimmed. He didnât stand up for himself anymore. He didnât laugh things off as quickly had he had in the past. Instead, he just absorbed whatever negativity was sent in his direction. Roger wondered how much of it was related to the loss of his aunt. Peter had been made an orphan twice over, losing two sets of parental figures before adulthood. That wasnât easy for anyone.
Three oâclock came around, and Roger set up two chairs in front of his desk. It made it a little more comfortable for everyone, rather than Peter and his guardian sitting at the student desks.
Roger watched the clock, feeling nervous. It was never easy to meet with parents. You never knew what to expect. Sometimes they blamed themselves; other times, they took their frustrations out on the staff. It was always a crapshoot. He just hoped that whoever would be coming along with Peter today cared about the boy. Like so many, he had been through so much. He had the potential to do so much good if he could just find something to fight for.
At three-thirty sharp, there was a knock at his classroom door. Roger stood, calling for them to come in.
Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw when the door opened. It didnât make any sense, not in any way. The man who walked into the room was none other than the hero Tony Stark. The scars from the famous battle still stood out brightly against his face and neck, but it didnât detract from his powerful presence. Roger was pretty sure heâd forgotten to breathe for a moment as his brain tried to catch up.
Mr. Stark gave him a half-smile and patted Peter on the shoulder, pulling the boy into his side. Peter fell against him, pressing his face to the older manâs side. He didnât look like he wanted to be there. In fact, he looked even more anxious than usual. His eyes were a little red like he might have been crying before coming in, and Roger couldnât help but wonder what might have been said between the two.
The older man kept an arm around Peterâs shoulders and guided him into the room.
Roger cleared his throat and motioned to the chairs heâd set up beforehand. âWelcome, Mr. Stark, is it? I didnât realizeââ
âWe didnât want it known, for obvious reasons, so if you could limit who you tell, that would be appreciated.â
âOf course.â Roger blinked, taking a seat after Peter and Mr. Stark each sat. âMy nameâs Roger Harrington. Iâm Peterâs science teacher and advisor.â
âYou can call me Tony. Itâs nice to meet you. So, Iâll preface this by saying I tried talking to Peter, but he wouldnât tell me what this was about, but Iâm hesitant to believe him that itâs nothing like he insists, not with how he begged me not to come.â
Roger sighed, folding his hands together on the desk. He looked at the other man. âGrades havenât been posted for this quarter, so you wouldnât have seen, but there is a trend Iâm seeing. Peter seems to be struggling, and I donât think it has anything to do with his grasp of the material.â
Mr. Stark looked at Peter. âKid?â
Peter kept his gaze on his lap and shrugged a shoulder.
Mr. Stark sighed, looking back to Roger. âI donât suppose you have any ideas?â
âThereâs been some bullying going on. Iâve reprimanded the parties involved as much as possible, but Peter refuses to report it, which ties my hands. If I donât see itââ
âYou can stop it.â Mr. Stark pinched the bridge of his nose. He dropped his hand and met Rogerâs gaze. âWhat do we do here?â
âThatâs why I called this meeting. I want us to all talk and maybe get to the root of why Peter doesnât feel he deserves better. Because part of me thinks thatâs what it is. Iâve seen him in class. Before the Blip, he would laugh it off, but now he takes it in. I donât like this turn of events, coupled with his dropping grades, Iâm worried.â
Peterâs shoulders were turned in, and his hands were twisting in his lap. Mr. Stark turned in his chair and ducked his head to try to meet Peterâs eyes.
âHey, hey, kid, look at me,â the man tried, and after a second, Peter lifted his head. His eyes were glossy with tears, and he sniffled, wiping his nose on his sleeve. âGross, Iâm sure if you asked, your teacher could spare a tissue.â
Roger snapped to it, reaching for the box of Kleenex and passing a tissue to Peter, who took it reluctantly. He blew his nose. The poor boy seemed miserable. Mr. Stark leaned forward and brushed Peterâs bangs out of his eyes. The touch was something heâd expect to see from a parent, and it reassured Roger that the other man wasnât just there for show.
âWhy didnât you say something, Pete? Tell me whatâs going on in that big brain of yours. Is this internship related or you know?â
Roger was pretty sure the death of his aunt was what was going unsaid. It didnât seem like an internship could be the cause. He wondered why the man had even suggested such a ridiculous thing.Â
âItâs not the internshipâthe internship is great.âÂ
Mr. Stark sighed. âYour aunt wouldnât want to see you like this, you know. Sheâd want you happy. Sheâd want to see you do well, not shutting down. I blame myself for this, Pete. I shouldâve seen you werenât okay. It shouldnât have gotten this far. But what I donât know is why youâre not standing up for yourself? Youâre better than letting some kid shit all over you.â
Roger raised a brow at the language but otherwise didnât remark.
Peter shrugged again, dropping his gaze back to his hands. âBecause theyâre right. Iâm an orphan. I get everyone close to me killed. Iâm worse than bad luck..â
âAhh, Kid. No. None of this, any of this, is your fault. You don't deserve the shitty hand you got dealt, and you sure as hell didnât bring it on yourself. Youâre not bad luck. Iâd say if anything, youâre pretty damn good luck. Look at all youâve accomplished with your internship.â
Roger frowned, looking between them. He cleared his throat awkwardly, âYouâve got some great friends, too, Peter. Theyâre lucky to have you. Youâre a good kid, internship or not.â
Peter wrapped an arm around himself and nodded his head, a tear rolling down his cheek. There was a lot left to unpack, Roger could tell, but he knew it was past his pay grade. Peter was struggling, and maybe talking it all out with someone would be the best course of action.
âI can recommend some councilors, Mr. Stark. I think it could help Peter to see someone. Heâs got a lot on his plate.â
âItâs Tony, and I have some numbers already, but thanks. If thatâs everything, Iâm gonna get Peter home.â
âYes, yes, I think thatâs it. If you need anything, please contact me. Peterâs a special kid. I want to see him succeed.â
Mr. Stark extended his hand, and Roger shook it. Then he watched as the man bent and pressed a kiss to the side of Peterâs head and whispered something in his ear. The boy nodded and then got up. Mr. Stark put an arm around him again and walked him out of the room, leaving Roger feeling more secure than he had before the meeting. The affection the two shared had been real and honest, it was love, and Roger knew that Peter was in good hands.
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Hello. Thoughts on Dads!Harringrove??? the boys like in their mid 40s with 3 kids. what type of parents do you think theyâll be??? will their grandpa jim spoil them??? i love harringrove parents w all my heart. they both deserve a big happy family of their own đĽ°
Hello, my thoughts are itâs the cutest damn thing ever and i could cry just thinking about it aUGH HARRINGROVE DADS.
Okay, so iâve read quite a few things talking about the Harringrove Dads and adopting little babies, adopting sweet little girls, etc. and i absolutely live and die for that shit. Like iâm so serious, i think itâs so sweet, it warms my heart, i eat it up, i LOVE it
But also (and iâm sure iâm not the first to say it) I feel like theyâre NOT the type to go adopting babies. Theyâre not getting a surrogate to raise a kid from infancy. They may want to, they may have that inkling, they may see Jonathan and Nancy having a baby and get that infamous Baby Fever, but I just⌠I really canât bring myself to write that.
Bc (in my canon) Billy was adopted as a 17 year old delinquent. El was adopted as a 12 year old lab rat. Steve was basically abandoned at home when he got too old to be the âcute little boyâ their parents could tote around to promote their Nuclear Family image. Theyâre two boys who were made very keenly aware that there are shitty people out there who believe kids get less desirable the older they get. Shitty people who think babies are worth more than older kids who probably just come with âproblemsâ.
(iâve also been rewatching Boy Meets World and GUYS. i see a lot of Billy in Shawn Hunter. Boy whoâs taken in bc heâs been neglected and heâs a sensitive kid underneath but heâs got this hard, bad boy shell bc itâs easier than crying every day)(AUGH and just like Will in Fresh Prince goddamnit i fucking LIVE for those kids who think and act all tough and use their pretty looks like a weapon but all they really need is a caring and stern hand whoâs gonna keep them on the straight and narrow and help them out along the way i am SOFT.)
So if these boys have 3 kids, itâs 3 kids who were seen as the âworstâ of the bunch. 3 kids they fought to connect with bc these kids didnât see anything in themselves anymore but goddamnit, Steve and Billy saw 3 kids beat and broken by the system that told them the older they got, the smaller their chances were of ever getting out of this place. They came with problems and fears and shells harder than Billyâs steel toed boots but like hell were Billy and Steve going to let these kids go the rest of their lives thinking they were damaged goods.
(god now i wanna write OCs of their children. look what you did to me!)
Okay so their parenting style changes as they grow and adopt more kids, as what happens with most parents. They learn whatâs good and whatâs not so good and they get better at fixing problems (but of course itâs never quite that easy bc theyâre adopting kids of different ages).
And of course iâm saying they adopt the kids everyone has turned away, but for their first kid they adopt a little boy, about 5 years old, bc they gotta start small. Heâs very cute and has a bit of a lisp and he mixes up some of his letters and heâs⌠energetic. He runs and he screams and he tires himself out real quick to the point where he just flops down and takes naps where he is, meaning there has been more than one occasion where Billy or Steve has found the child sleeping face first in the middle of a room (the entry room seems to be his favorite. Billy doesnât blame him, the carpet is softer there than anywhere else.) One time he even flopped down on the middle of the sidewalk and again in the middle of a department store. Both times Billy scooped him up like a rag doll and carried him around the rest of their trip out.
And i know itâs not the BEST movie but i canât help but think their parenting at the beginning would be a bit like the movie Big Daddy. Like, a lot of well-intentioned but misguided advice, a lot of âreal worldâ lessons (like how to piss on the side of the road), a lot of hurried and frazzled solutions to things because âkids are messy why are kids so fucking messy why canât he ever stay clean?â
âHeâs just a kid, Steve, câmon-â
âHeâs always sticky! How! How is he always sticky? Whatâs making him so sticky!â
And I just!! Augh!! Imagine Steve at work all day and Billy has off/maybe heâs inbetween jobs right now so he can be home with the kid/whatever and so he has errands to run and takes their little kid with him and the kidâs like:
âWhatâs your real name?â
âYou know that. Itâs Billy.â
ââŚ. why?â
And Billy shrugs with an âI dunno, cuz I couldnât talk and my parents could and they had to call me somethin.â
âYou couldân talk?â
âHey, you couldnât either.â
The boy thinks for a second before: âCould too.â
âCould not. Not when you were a baby.â He pokes the boy in the shoulder, still very tentative with how much the little tike can take. âDonât start attacking me! You didnât name yourself.â
They walk for a second but Billy chimes in before the kid can.
âHey, thatâs not fair though, is it?â
The boy looks up and shakes his head, but he can see the confusion in his eyes.
âYou should be able to name yourself, right? What do you want your name to be? Anything in the world, what do you want me to call you?â
Which is how Steve comes home to their child and Billy eating some baby carrots smothered in BBQ sauce and his husband telling him: âBy the way, the kidâs new name is Hot Dog.â
ââŚ. what?â
âHe picked it out himself.â
And just imagine Billy and the kid are going grocery shopping and Billy catches the boy reaching for a can of spaghetti-oâs.
Billy reaches for the can and takes it off the shelf. âYou like these?â
The kid nods.
âAlright then. Watch out-â he hold the kid back gently before chucking the can at the ground. He turns to his boy. âDented cans are half off. Yâknow, Microsoft dropped 3 points.â
His kid nods in awe.
âWanna pick that up for me?â Billy asks and the kid follows, before rearing the can back to throw it on the ground.
âWoah woah woah! Watch it there!â Billy grabs the boyâs arm, before aiming it a different way. âAim away from your feet⌠there ya go. I know theyâre kinda tiny targets but still, donât wanna give yourself a flat tire there.â
The kid chucks it and Billy laughs. âNice job, little dude.â
And i just have so many THOUGHTS about this!!! Their second kid being a little 9 year old girl whoâs real fucking good at boxing and fighting and also a little too good at sneaking out the window. Theyâve caught her a few times in the backyard or the front yard, just sitting around shivering. It always gives Billy and Steve a heart attack.
âWhat are you doing out here?â Steve asks, kneeling down to look at the girl, Billy taking note of her hands balled up into little fists.
âI heard a⌠noise. A loud noise.â
âOh, yeah, your brother just dropped a glass.â
âOh. Did you⌠did you⌠hurt him?â Her fists clench tighter, her shoulders get tighter, closer to her ears. Billy sees himself in it. He wants to ease her shoulders down out of her ears.
âNo! No of course we didnât.â Steve soothes, rubbing the girls arms soothingly. She looks skeptical.
But it becomes a pattern, and they realize itâs whenever she thinks something is going on or someone is in danger. To the point where if any loud noise happens, one of them rushes outside to look for Jordan climbing out a window.
Steveâs out there this time, grabbing hold of her middle and helping her out of the window because theyâve let their plants grow a little wiley and she was having a hard time getting past them. He sets her down gently.
âItâs fine, hun. Youâre fine. Your dad just dropped a pan.â
âOhâŚâ
âYâknow, you canât keep doing this.â
âWhat?â
âDitching out the window like this.â He kneels down to look at her. âItâs not safe. And one of these days itâs gonna be snowing and youâre gonna jump out in your PJs and be all cold.â
âIâve done it before.â
And if that doesnât break Steveâs heart. He thinks about Billy when he was a kid. About the stories Billy has told him when heâs tired and a little drunk and feeling a little emotional. Steve loses himself in the sadness of the thought for a second.
He brushes a little bit of dirt off her shoulder.
âYeah⌠well you donât have to ever again, alright? I mean it. Nothing is happening to you here. Weâre not gonna hurt you⌠Now give me a hug.â
She accepts it, which is big for her, and Steve squeezes her as tight as he squeezed Billy that one night he found him with a cut on his cheek and bruises all up and down his arms.
And then they adopt another boy. A 17 year old boy. A boy whoâs been in and out of so many homes he doesnât have a number for it. A boy whoâs angry and jaded and⌠loves poetry and is so gentle with children and animals.
And him and Billy butt heads⌠a lot. Theyâre so similar⌠at least heâs similar to what Billy used to be. And it pisses them both off bc suddenly Billy knows what Hop felt- frustration. Utter frustration at this boy not understanding his fucking potential.
And iâve written a whole dialogue for this but itâs long and very dramatic and I might just end up writing a fic about all of these little sweethearts (bc i have so many ideas!!!) but basically the boy telling Billy and Steve that heâs fucked up. Heâs fucked up and no one will ever be able to change that and Billy is adamant that heâs not until he admits-
âNo. Youâre right, you are fucked up.â
Steve is shocked. âBilly!â
âNo, shut up Steve.â Billy points at the kid. âYou are fucked up. Youâre a fucked up kid, and you know what? Iâm fucked up too. And so is Steve. And so is your aunt El, and your Aunt Max, and your Uncle Will and Uncle Jonathan. And yâknow what else? Your grandpa Jim is fucked up too. Hell, even your Grandma Joyce is fucked up. Wish I could tell you sheâs not but ding ding ding! She is!â
And they get in a fight. Thereâs no fists, no touching, but itâs a major fight of Billy telling this boy what Hop told him once: Youâre our kid now and we love you. And you can leave and never think about us again but weâre never gonna forget you.
And: âDonât you dare fucking compare us to those assholes because Iâm not giving up on you. Weâre not giving up on you. Youâre family now and no matter what you do, Iâm gonna be there to worry about you and be happy for you because you deserve it!â
And Billy gets frustrated with all of his yelling so he grabs his stress ball and walks away, breathing heavy, and Steve is there to look the boy in the eye and tell him Billyâs right. And that he understands that the boy has a past before they ever met him âbut Billy had a life before he met me⌠and same with me and him, and we can still love each other. So maybe weâre just on an even playing field. We get to learn about you while you learn about us and⌠and even so, we can still love each other, right?â
AUGH IâM SOFT. ANYWAY.
Hop and Joyce spoil them fucking rotten. Itâs really hard to spoil a 17 year old boy as stubborn as an ox (âYou were bad enough, now you bring me another one?â âYou saying you didnât like taking care of me, Pops?â âIâm saying I have enough gray hair as it is.â âOh shush, Hop!â Joyce hits him) but they do their best. They give him love and support. Joyce bakes a shitton of cookies and cakes and Hop buys the kids toys (and the older boy CDs and records and band tees)(âIâm trying! The older I get, the less I know what kids what.â)
And they love all their aunts and uncles too! The little girl has a hard time reading and she reads way below her level, so Aunt El helps her out!
âI understand. I learned to read really late.â
âReally?â The girlâs heart lifts a bit. âHow late?â
âI was twelve.â
âReally??â
El nods and gives a kind smile. âYeah, but I learned, didnât I? I had a lot of help, and I can help you, too! Just like your dad helped me.â
The girl smiles brightly.
Willâs favorite is the youngest boy (but he would never tell the other two that. Of course not.) because heâs silly and he took to Will almost instantly and he likes to roll around in the grass and catch bugs and those were never really things Will liked as a kid and he⌠he likes that. He didnât think heâd ever like that but thereâs something about this kid that brings out adventure in him. He reminds Will of Mike when they first met. A bundle of energy and excitement that always dragged Will around on adventures.
The older one hangs out a lot with Max and Jonathan. Jonathan likes hanging out with the kid cuz he reminds him of Billy when Billy was young. (âI donât remember you being this⌠exhausting though.â Jonathan tells Billy.) (âYouâre just getting old, bud.â Billy says with a laugh and a clap on the back) They smoke weed whenever they can and Jonathan gives the boy some good old 70âs and 80âs music to listen to and tells the boy âMeatloaf is not the best of our decade, donât listen to your father. Either of them, honestly. Their music taste is shit.â
Max hangs out with the older one too. She gives him advice about girls and how to talk to them and she picks up a skateboard for the first time in years because of him. They go to the skate park sometimes and everyone there is amazed that a twenty something year old girl is here to skate with them until she skates circles around them. (She becomes the hit of the skate park)
She also wrestles around with the little 8 year old girl sometimes! She has a lot of heart to hearts with the kid, giving her advice as well and telling her silly stories of both Billy and Steve so that the girl learns to trust them more.
And overall theyâre a big, loving family!! And theyâre slightly dysfunctional too and i just! Canât see it happening any other way!! Bc theyâre a little dysfunctional but theyâre dysfunctional with LOVE and isnât that what matters???? Itâs a lot of work and a lot of sweat and a lot of tears but itâs their family and in the end their kids love them to death bc they realize their fathers love them to death and!!! Everyoneâs heart is full and happy and iâm crying!
#i have more headcanons but this is already so long >U<#ask#anonymous#billy hargrove#steve harrington#harringrove#stranger things#harringrove dads#joyce byers#eleven#el hopper#jonathan byers#will byers#max mayfield#billy hopper#billy gets adopted#hop is a dad#and now he's a grandpa!!!!#augh!!!!!!#âĽ#i'm crying#i have so many ideas about these kids my dudes#family#fluff#jim hopper
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irondad and spiderson ft biological son au fic recs part 2
* = incomplete
Close To The Ground series* by boo_boo_thefool
summary:Â
pairings: none
tags: angst
warnings: none
I'll Dedicate Everyday to You series* by sluttytonystark
summary:Â
pairings: none
tags: hurt/comfort
warnings: none
Every Breath of Me series* by doctornineandthreequarters
summary:
pairings: pepperony
tags: fluff, hurt/comfort
warnings: none
i promise you kid that i give so much more than i get series* by geralt_of_rivia
summary:Â Just short little ficlets of single dad Tony and his son Peter. No chronological order to these or anything - some will be before Tony is Iron Man TM and some will be after, all depending on his and Peteâs age in the fics of course. If you want to make a request, feel free to shoot me one here!
pairings: none
tags: fluff, hurt/comfort, angst
warnings: none
his greatest creation series* by peterstank
summary:Â
pairings: pepperony
tags: fluff, hurt/comfort
warnings: none
5 times Tony showed off Peter, and 1 time Peter showed him off by Webtrinsic
summary: Tony loves to show off his son.
pairings: none
tags:Â
warnings: none
The life of Peter Stark* by Malya
summary:Â Peter Stark's life seen through the media.
(Taking a break due to college)
pairings: none
tags: fluff
warnings: none
Radioactive by Emily_F6
summary:Â Things haven't always been great between Tony Stark and his son. He wasn't ready to become a father...didn't even know he had a son until the boy's mother died. Over time, though, he thought he got the hang of it. But that was before his son went on a field trip to Oscorop and was seemingly left fighting for his life. *Written for Iron Dad Big Bang*
pairings: none
tags: angst
warnings: none
Kangaroo Care by TonyStarkissist
summary:Â âIt is commonly referred to as âKangaroo Careâ, sir. The skin-to-skin contact is proven to enhance a child's immune system, calm its heart rate, and increase familial bond between parent and child.â
Irondad Bingo Fic #2 AU: Biological Dad
pairings: none
tags: fluff
warnings: none      Â
Sunlight by ArdenSkyeHolmes221
summary:Â âStop pouting and ignoring me. Youâre giving me a complex.â
âI amâ Iâm not pouting,â he sputters, avoiding his fatherâs gaze.Â
âOooh, but you are ignoring me.â
***
Or the one where Peter struggles reintegrating in his own life after his dad lived five years without him.
pairings: pepperony
tags: fluff, angst
warnings: none
Twist of Fate by karenninaaa
summary:Â A single picture triggered Tony Stark to suspect that Peter Parker was his son, biologically.
pairings: pepperony
tags: fluff
warnings: none
An Anatomy Lesson by stained_glass_heart
summary:Â Completely self indulgent fluff to start healing from Endgame. No plot at all. Just soft Irondad caring for a baby spiderson.Â
Includes broad generalizations of anatomy, a stubborn carseat, Peter Parker being the most chill baby ever, and no beta.
pairings: none
tags: fluff
warnings: none
Father Figure* by vanillaxoÂ
summary:Â Tony was panicked.Â
No, scrap that, he was frightened. Inconsolable. Perturbed. Hysterical. Definitely not capable of being a father- much less one overnight to two kids.Â
Father. Two. Kids.Â
God. It even sounded insane. Was the universe serious? This had to be a joke, right?Â
- CURRENTLY ON HIATUS -
pairings: pepperony
tags: fluff
warnings: none
Outsider by   PinkEasterEggs
summary:Â âYou know,â his Dad mused when they were halfway through the bread and the ducks were all swimming around them. âI used to come here during the 5 years when you were . . . gone.â
Peter didnât know what to say, heâd half expected his Dad to of brought Morgan.
 âI never brought any bread,â Tony sighed. âI just sat on that park bench for hours. I thought about bringing Morgan one year but . . . i wanted this place to be ours and ours only.â
Peter couldnât even say how much that meant to him.
 âYouâve changed,â Peter admitted. His Dad had created a whole new life for himself, one that Peter wasnât really sure where he fit. All of his stuff had been thrown out and the Tower was sold.
 âI know,â Tony sighed, ducking his head down to kiss Peterâs crown. âBut iâll always be your Dad."Â
Peter tries to find his place in the world after the Avengers defeated Thanos. As much as he knows he's loved, he can't shake the feelings of being replaced when he comes into a new world where his father is now married and had another child.
(No Spider-Man Far From Home Spoilers)
 #10: Biological Child
pairings: pepperony
tags: angst
warnings: none
The Chilling Realities Of Hunting And Being Hunted by Buckets_Of_Stars
summary:Â All Peter and Tony had to do was cross the mountains. Thatâs it. Just climb a few hills and get to the Convention. They didnât count on the snow, or the wind, or the fact that neither of them have cell service.
 And they definitely didnât count on the fact that they would be huntedâstalkedâas they sit, freezing and shaking, on the side of the road.
pairings: none
tags: angst hurt/comfort
warnings: none
Scarecrow Pose by ArdenSkyeHolmes221
summary:Â âJ, you gotta help me.â Tony puffs air like heâs been a chain smoker all his life as he gasps on the hardwood floor. âPeteâsâ Peteâs got too much energy.â
 âIf I may make a suggestion, sir, perhaps what young master needs is to channel his energy constructively.âÂ
âSuchâ such as?âÂ
âPerhaps yoga, sir?â
pairings: none
tags: fluff
warnings: none
A Pool For Two? by PinkEasterEggs
summary:Â Peter Stark knew that he wasnât allowed outside their Malibu mansion without his fatherâs approval. But he decided that his dad couldnât be too mad because all he wanted to do was splash about in the pool for a little while. Last summer Peter hadnât been all that confident in the water, shying away from the newly built slides and rides. This year, however, Peter was older and far more experienced. And man did he wanna go down those water slides.Â
Or
 Peter just wants to go for a swim; too bad his dad stops him-- or does he?
pairings: none
tags: fluff
warnings: none
Better? by crowkag
summary:Â While Tony and Peter might be afraid of different things, what they have in common is where they go for comfort: each other.
pairings: none
tags: fluff, hurt/comfort
warnings: none
Two Vodka Martinis: Extra Dry, Extra Olives, Extra Fast by PinkEasterEggs
summary:Â âWell, Tony Stark, fancy seeing you here.â
Tonyâs expression went blank as he searched the womanâs face, a hand moving out as he took a guess at her name. â. . . Karen.â
âChristine,â she spoke over him. âYou have a lot of nerve showing up here tonight. Can i at least get a reaction from you?â
âPanic,â Tony supplied, looking to the side and trying his best not to look at his young sonâs confused face. âI would say panic . . .â
 Tony takes his son, Peter, to the Stark Industries' Annual Benefit for the Firefighter's Family Fund where they run into a face Tony would rather forget.
 #4: Gala/ Press Event
pairings: pepperony
tags: fluff
warnings: none
Postage Parenting* by TheLastStrawsÂ
summary:Â In the silence of his lab, Tony slid the letter out from the envelope, aggravating the permanent creases to unfold it. He read it again. Well, he skipped down to the one sentence, looped in bubbly cursive handwriting, that sent him into a panicked, aggravated, and depressed tailspin these past few days. Just one sentence.
âIâm pregnant.â
(Tony discovers he's father to a precious, eleven-year-old Peter Parker a few months after the Battle of New York. A retelling/AU of Iron Man 3 and beyond.)
pairings: pepperony
tags: fluff
warnings: none
A Bite-Sized Experience by Buckets_Of_Stars
summary:Â When Tony mentioned to Peter one time that he knows how to make pasta-- not the shitty "get in a box at the store and heat up for 10 minuets" pasta-- but the real deal, Peter would not shut up about it. Honestly, it had started to drive Tony insane.
Tony's solution: Teach Peter how to make homemade spaghetti.Â
(Or: IronDad and SpiderSon make some food and shenanigans result)
pairings: none
tags: fluff
warnings: none
We'll get there someday Peter by Webtrinsic
summary:Â "It angered him. His son was not broken. No one would dare tell him otherwise"
pairings: none
tags: hurt/comfort
warnings: none
Damaged At Best (Like You've Already Figured Out) by JolinarJackson, ShoyzzArt
summary:Â âDonât come any closer,â Spider-Man said, his hand raised threateningly, his fingers resting against a trigger mechanism nestled into his palm. âAlright,â Tony answered. For a moment, they looked at each other â Tony stuck to the wall on one side of the alley and Spider-Man stuck to the other â then Tony opened his helmet to show his face. âHey, thereâ, he said. âNice to finally meet you.â
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The Avengers are left shaken in the aftermath of the Sokovia Accords. With half the team under house arrest at the Compound, Tony finds himself seeking refuge in Avengers Tower and starts forming a tentative friendship with the neighborhood vigilante Spider-Man. A friendship which is quickly threatened by Secretary Ross doubting Spider-Manâs intentions and integrity. Tony is left wondering who to trust, especially when Spider-Man manages to uncover the one secret Tony never wanted anyone to know about: the child Tony had with a woman named Mary Fitzpatrick sixteen years ago.
pairings: none
tags: angst
warnings: alcoholism
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Everyone Loves an Underdog
: Chapter 1 : Chapter 2 : Chapter 3 : Chapter 4 :
The brothers were eternally grateful that Stan had his own car, so they didnât have to endure a painfully awkward drive with Filbrick to the gym where the boxing match would be held. Their father took his own Oldsmobile.
âUh, is the gym on the corner of Beach and Poplar, or Beach and Poppy?â Stan asked as they stopped at an intersection.
âI donât know, you spent far more time there than I did.â Ford shrugged. âDonât tell me you donât remember how to get there?â
âItâs been over forty years and last summer I got my memory erased, cut me some slack, Sixer!â
âOk, ok, relax! You know itâs off of Beach Street, right? So we just need to find Beach and drive up and down it until we find the right building.â
âRight. I can do that.â Stan assured himself.
They only had to turn around once before they found the gym. Luckily, there were plenty of cars parked outside signalling they had found the correct building. There were obviously some highly anticipated matches tonight. Stan doubted most of them were here for him, though. A three-round match between a couple of minors was hardly the kind of stuff people were clamoring to see.Â
âDid you two get lost on the way here?â Filbrick asked sarcastically.
âWhat? Hah, no!â Stan denied. âFord thought he saw a UFO, we went a different route to see if we could get a better look at it.â
Ford rolled his eyes. Sure, throw me under the bus.
âYou two need to stop wastinâ your time with that crap.â Filbrick grunted. âNow go get warmed up, or youâre gonna hurt yourself out there.â
âGood luck!â Ford told Stan as he made his way to the locker room.
âWhat, like I need it?â Stan called back.
Stanford followed his father into the stands, where they took a seat in the front row. A few spots had been reserved for the fightersâ family members and coaches.
âHey there, Fil!â Stanâs coach said as he took a seat next to them. âYour Stanley sure likes to cut it close, doesnât he? I mean, I know heâs more than a match for the Crampelter kid, but youâd think heâd give himself more than five minutes to warm up!â
âYeah, he was busy goofinâ off with his brother here.â Filbrick inclined his head towards Ford.
âOh, is that Stanford?â The coach asked sarcastically. âYeah, I didnât recognize you, itâs been so long.â
Ford rolled his eyes. It hadnât even been a year, and he would have quit sooner if his father hadnât been so insistent that it was âteaching important life skillsâ. The teen had only been able to convince his father to let him quit when he brought home brochures explaining that State Science Fair winners often won scholarships.
âWhatâs it been, five months since you quit? I thought you traded in your boxing gloves for a lab coat and test tubes?â
âIâm just here to support Stanley.â Ford answered stiffly.Â
âSure, sure.â The coach turned his attention back to Filbrick. âYâknow, Fil, youâre a lucky guy. You got two very talented sons. Oneâs got all the brains, the otherâs got all the brawn! Makes me wonder whatâs left for the third one!â
The two men chuckled over the joke.
âYeah, I would be lucky, if either of âem had the sense to put all that talent into something useful!â Filbrick replied. âInstead Stanley wastes all his winnings on that fancy car of his, and Stanfordâs got his head in the clouds, dreaminâ about UFOâs and monsters. And they both waste all their time tinkerinâ with that old wreck they found on the beach. It was cute when they were little, but theyâre both about to graduate from highschool! Itâs high-time they grew out of it!â
âIâm right here.â Ford hissed.
â...What was that?â Filbrick asked, although it was clear he knew exactly what his son had just said.
âIâm sitting right here! Iâd appreciate it if you stopped talking about me as if I wasnât!â
The two older men stared at the teen for a moment, their shock apparent even in the dim light of the stands.Â
âFinally standinâ up to your old man, eh?â Filbrick finally said. âMaybe you learned something here after all.â
The coach and Filbrick moved on to talking about the other matches that were taking place that night, leaving Ford to steam silently to himself.
I still have to live with him for at least another day. Iâll just have to bite my tongue until the Time Tape is fixed. Then I can say whatever I like to his gravestone.
* * *
By the time Stan got changed into his boxing gear, he didnât have a lot of time to warm up. But he was a limber, 17-year-old kid. If he could take on a horde of zombies without warning at the age of 63, he could go a few rounds with Crampelter after only five minutes of warm up.
It felt like significantly less than five minutes when the bell rang that signaled it was his turn in the ring. He took one last swig of water from the fountain, popped in his mouth guard, and walked out the door into the waiting crowd. His coach was waiting for him at the ropes. And just behind the coach, in the front row, were Ford and Filbrick. Stan tried to smile at his brother through the mouthguard. Ford chuckled and smiled back.
âLadies and gentlemen, introducing our junior heavyweight match of the night!â the announcer called as the fighters entered the ring. âIn the blue corner, weighing in at 254 pounds and six feet, seven inches tall, Dalton Crampelter!â There was a smattering of polite applause before the announcer continued âAnd in the red corner, weighing in at 210 pounds and 6 feet and an inch tall, Stanley Pines!â The crowd cheered. This may not have been the main event of the night, but people loved to see a little guy take on a big guy, even if Stan hardly qualified as a little guy in normal circumstances.
Crampelter glowered down at Stan as they both stepped to the center of the ring.
âYhr hoing doon, Mines!â Ever the bully, Crampelter always had to get a taunt in, no matter how stupid he sounded trying to talk through his mouthguard. Stan just rolled his eyes and smirked.
The referee approached them, looking completely exasperated. Heâd worked here since before these two rivals first started boxing lessons, and he knew their history. âAlright you two, I donât want a repeat of last time. Donât make me pull you blockheads appart. At least try to beat each other up within the established rules. Iâve lectured you both on them so many times, I shouldnât need to repeat them again.â
"I hon't if he hon't." Stan mumbled.
Crampelter just sneered.
 The ref stepped back and held up his hands. The bell rang, and the match started.
Stan made a jab for Crampelter right away. The bully had been expecting it, and blocked. They continued to exchange jabs for a few seconds, neither penetrating the otherâs defenses, until Stan successfully faked Crampelter out, twitching his left hand down and popping the bully in his right temple the moment his guard was down. The ref blew the whistle.
âHard blow to the head, point red!â
The two contestants stepped back. Stan could hear cheers from Ford and his coach behind him. He could also hear Crampelterâs coach yelling obscenities from across the ring.
They squared up again and the bell for the second round rang. This time, Crampelter came out swinging. Stan blocked the blow, but there was so much force behind it, it sent a jolt of pain through his arm. Thatâs gonna bruise in the morning. He had to take a step back to keep his footing, and Crampelter took advantage of the momentary loss of balance to drive another punch in, this time aiming for Stanâs gut. He turned his body just in time to dodge the brunt of the attack, but the glancing blow to his ribs still hurt.Â
Now Stan knew it was time to get serious. He feigned a trip, and when the bully tried to push him over, he surged forward and landed an uppercut to Crampelterâs jaw. The bully gave an enraged snort, and grabbed Stanâs offending arm. Crampelter shifted his weight forward, fully intending to push Stan down to the mat, as though this was a wrestling match, and squash him.Â
So you wanna fight dirty, huh? Alright then.
Stan pushed back against Crampelter for about a second before reversing directions without warning. He pulled the bully down with him and extracted his arm, rolling out of the way at the last second, so that his opponent landed hard on his shoulder.Â
The ref blew his whistle again, and stepped forward to separate the two fighters. âWell, at least we got one round where you both fought fair.â he sighed. âDisqualified round due to illegal moves. No points!â The crowd cheered. They didnât care if it was illegal, they were getting quite the show.
Stan and Crampelter were both breathing hard by the start of the third round. Stanâs right arm was throbbing where heâd blocked that harsh blow earlier, and he could tell from Crampelterâs stance that the bullyâs shoulder was hurting him where heâd landed.Â
Letâs hope I can end this in the next round.
Both competitors rushed forward at the bell. Stan got a solid jab in at the sternum, but Crampelter was more concerned with his footwork. The bully stomped down hard on Stanâs right foot.
âYah cheatinâ fonofah--â Stan mumbled through his mouthguard. He kneed his opponent in the shin, but that only seemed to make Crampelter mad. The hulking teen bodychecked Stan, glomming onto his head.Â
Stan tensed up. Heâd fought government agents and South American drug gangs and angry bikers. He knew how to come out on top in an unfair fight. He headbutted Crampelter, gaining himself a little bit of room as the bully reeled back from the blow.Â
âLefâ hook!â Stan shouted as soon as his arm had room to maneuver. His fist collided with Crampelterâs nose, making a satisfying crack.Â
The whistle blew for the final time. âMatch point due to injury, victory red! Can we get a medic up here to set Crampelterâs nose?â
Stan spit out his mouthguard and grinned down at his family. He climbed down from the ring to the sound of applause.Â
âGreat match, kid!â His coach greeted him. âI mean, as your coach, I kinda have to tell you to not fight dirty like that, but hey, he started it, right? And you still came out on top!â
âCongratulations, Stanley.â Ford was at his side in a second, looking him over with concern. âBut howâs your arm? It looked pretty bad from where I was sitting.â
âDonât worry so much, Poindexter, Iâm fine.â Stan assured him.
Filbrick simply gave a small nod of approval. âGood to see you can beat an overgrown gorilla boy.â
Stan gulped involuntarily. âUh⌠thanks, dad.â He said with a forced grin. âWelp, weâre gonna head home!â
âHead home? But Somners and Epstein are fighting next!â The coach protested.
âOh, uh, yeah, but, heh, my armâs really been through the wringer tonight. I gotta get it patched up, yâknow.â
âThey got plenty of ice at the concessions stand.â Filbrick grunted. âYâcanât go runninâ home to ma to get coddled every time you have a rough match. Gettinâ hurt is part of the game, son.â
That was something Stan knew all too well. In the time between getting kicked out and moving to Gravity Falls, heâd occasionally take up prize fighting to earn a little extra money. He could never keep it up for long though. It was too rough on the body, especially when they paid you to take a fall, and the other guy thought the only way to âmake it look convincingâ was to actually beat the snot out of you. And of course, no matter how much they offered to pay him, it never seemed to be enough to cover a trip to the hospital.
âWell, I need to go home and work on my science fair project.â Ford interjected.
âTough luck, you shouldâve thought of that before you came out here tonight, Knucklehead.â Filbrick said caustically.Â
Stan stared at his father like a deer in the headlights. I got my own car, we can go home if we want! He wanted to say it, but for some reason, his insides froze and his mouth glued shut in the face of his dadâs disapproval.
Ford put an arm around his shoulder. âFine then. Letâs go get you some ice, Stan.â
The brothers made a beeline for the concessions stand, but once they got a bag of ice for Stanâs arm, Ford started pulling him towards the exit.
âWhere are we going?â
âHome.â
âBut dad said--â
âOh please, he probably wonât even notice for another round or two. And then whatâs he going to do?â
âProbably ground us when he gets home.â Stan guessed. âShout so loud the neighbors knock on the wall again.â
âGrounding will hardly matter once the Time Tape is fixed.â
âI mean, our past selves will still have to deal with it.â
âWe were grounded plenty of times in the past. Once more wonât hurt.â
Stan climbed into his car and tried to figure out how he could hold the ice pack to his arm and still properly grasp the steering wheel.
âPerhaps I should drive.â Ford suggested.
Stan grit his teeth for a moment before finally sighing and trading spots with his brother. âJust donât drive her like one of your crazy spaceships.â
âThat would be impossible. Cars donât have pitch or roll.â
âYeah, letâs keep it that way.â
They drove in silence for a few minutes, until Stan winced as his arm gave a particularly painful throb.
âHowâs your arm?â Ford asked in concern.
âHurts more than I remember.â Stan admitted. âCourse, Iâve had worse. Well, probably not by this point in my life, but I will have worse.â he rolled his eyes. âYeesh, time travel is confusing.â
âYes, the sooner we can get back to 2013, the better.â Ford agreed. âI donât know how much longer I can take living with dad. Iâve already come dangerously close to snapping at him twice.â
âYeah, same here. Not the snapping part, funny enough, but I really donât think I can take much more of him.â Stan adjusted the ice bag on his arm. âIs there anything I can do to help speed that along?â
âHmmm⌠you could finish filing off the points on the circuitry while I open up the original Time Tapeâs casing and remove the burnt-out circuitry. Just be careful, itâs very fine detail work.â
âSure. Anything to get back to our own time quicker. I mean, donât get me wrong, itâs nice to see ma again, butâŚâ
âCanât say the same for dad and everyone else?â
âYeah.â
Their mother was waiting for them when they arrived home, having already put Shermie to bed for the night.
âOh, baby, what happened?â She asked when she saw the half-melted ice bag Stan was holding to his right arm.
âHeh, you should see the other guy!â He joked.
âI suppose that means you won your match?âÂ
âYeah. Probably for the best you didnât come, mom, it was a bloody one.â
âOnly when you broke Crampelterâs nose.â Ford amended with a snicker.
âWell, what happened to your arm?â
âHeh, I blocked a punch that felt like the giant put all of his weight into.â Stan explained. âThen in the next round, when I popped him with an uppercut, he grabbed the same arm and tried to push me down. I had to twist it around a lot to get out of there, and I think that made the bruising worse.â
Caryn heaved a beleaguered sigh. âI donât know why you keep on fighting in these boxing matches. Youâre gonna get yourself really hurt one of these days!â
Stan shrugged. âItâs fun. And itâs good money. Iâll be able to pay off my parking ticket now.â
âWell, thereâs that at least.â She turned to Ford. âAnd Stanford, honey, did you have fun?â
âEr⌠fun isnât the word Iâd use to describe it.â Ford grimaced. âBut I am glad I went.â
âOh good. And lemme guess. Your father stayed to watch the other matches tonight?â
âYeah.â The boys answered in unison.
Their mother rolled her eyes. âGuess Iâd better wait up for him too.â She switched on the TV and sat on the couch.
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Hey! Was wondering if you could pull up some of Timâs serious/inspirational quotes.
1. âOne of the things Iâve learned is that it gets bad for everyone sometimes. Superman, Batmanâeveryone. I remember Iâm not alone. I remember things do get better. Sometimes on their own, most times when you work at them. And when I have trouble remembering those things, I find people to talk to. [âŚ] Your folks, an old friend, even a trained counselor youâve never met before. Someone who has a totally different perspective because theyâre not as close to the problems as you are. Maybe they give you advice, and thatâs greatâŚor maybe they just listen. Sometimes, thatâs all you need. Anyway, thatâs how I deal with it when things suck. And it works.â âTim Drake (Robin #156 â The High Dive)
2. âGet up. Get the hell up. You donât get to quit!â
âTim Drake to himself (Robin #167 â The Promise)
3. âYou know what? You never made me Robin. I made myself.â
âTim Drake on Batman (Robin #100 â The Price of Justice)
4. âAll of us. Weâre not the costumes. At the end of the day, weâre just a bunch of scared  guys trying to fight through the fear and leave the world a little better than we found it. People always ask,âWhy Young Justice?â Iâll tell you why: Because weâre so damned glad that we found each other, that we hold on to each other like life preservers as the flood waters rise. We donât get more complicated than that. We donât have to.â
âTim Drake (Young Justice #55 â Iâve Got A Secret)
5. âMaybeâŚmaybe it was the pressure. When youâre fighting for what you believe inâfor whatâs rightâyou find out just how alone you are. Every time you face up to evil, you have to beat it. But you only have one lifeâŚand you canât afford to lose it. Itâs a knife-edge not many can walk. SometimesâŚeven heroes fall.â
âTim Drake (Batman #466 â No More Heroes)
6. âI donât like people putting us in a box. Telling us what weâre capable of. Telling us who we are. I chose to become Robin, nobody picked me.â
âTim Drake (Teen Titans #4 â Breaking the Rules)
7. âI hear a lot of loose talk about âjusticeâ these days. Maybe we should talk more about peace.â
âTim Drake (Robin #26 â The Hard Lessons)
8. âDespite how cold and empty I actually feel, I go out of my way to keep it lighthearted. Because Iâm not going to surrender to the void, no matter how attractive and comforting it seems. The all too welcoming abyss. That dark place where Batman lives.â
âTim Drake (Robin #132 â Fresh Blood Part One of Four: Too Many Ghosts)
9. âI can feel it now, like Batman used to. Electricity and guilt, shadows and sadness, kinetic energy and hope. Itâs my city now if I want it to be. Not Dickâs. Not Bruceâs. Mine. But to make it that wayâŚto make it rightâŚwhat will I have to become? So many choicesâŚbut what will be my decisionâŚ?â
âTim Drake (Red Robin #26 â What Goes AroundâŚ)
10. âIf I were no longer RobinâŚthat would mean that no more innocent people are being threatened. No more criminals going around breaking the law. No one was living in fear of their lives. No more crime or wrongdoing. It would mean that mankind had entered Utopia, and Iâd be happy for humanity. Because that would be the only circumstance under which Iâd quit the game.â
âTim Drake to Young Justice (Young Justice #7 â Conferences)
11. Robin: [to Jack Drakeâs grave] Iâm tired of pretending that not having you here isnât killing me. That every time I lose someone else, it doesnât take a little part of me with them. BeforeâŚbefore it happened, you told me it was all worth it. This life was all worth it, and that I should never question it. Well, Iâve been tryingâŚplease believe that Iâm still tryingâŚbut every day I have to find another reason to put this mask back on. Sometimes itâs for Bruce. Sometimes for Conner, but a lot of times, I do it for you. Because you were brave enough to understand the man I wanted to be. And you lost your life because of it. If I was just some normal kid with some normal life, youâd be alive today. Maybe Mom would be alive today. Were your lives really worth all the others Iâve saved? God, how can I even ask that? Dad, I used the night of your death as a reasonâno, as an excuse to turn into someone elseâŚand I came here tonight to tell you it wonât happen again. Iâll never give up, Dad. Not while thereâs a breath in our bodiesâneither one of us will ever give up.
Batman: [above Tim on a tree branch] No. We wonât.
Robin: Weâll get stronger. Weâll get faster. Weâll get smarter. Weâll honor you, and everyone else weâve lose. Weâll die before this happens again. We wonât forget. And maybe some day⌠Maybe you can forgive us.
Batman: Goodnight, Jack. Iâll take it from here.
âTim Drake with Bruce Wayne to Jack Drake (Robin #167 â The Promise)
12. âI donât care if I am afraidâI can still act!ââTim Drake to ScarecrowÂ
(Batman #457 â Master of Fear)
13. âHereâs the thing: no one can predict their own future. The best a guy can do is to look to those whoâve been much longer on the same path as him, and see what a life of walking that path has done for them. For me, those people are Bruce and Dick.Â
You see what Iâm getting at? Bruce has been on the job the longest. Itâs slowly driven him madand eaten the human part right out of him. But what about Dick? Surely a guy like him canât dedicate himself to this line of work and keep a level head on his shoulders? I wanna yell âHe can!â But I canât forget the glimpses Iâve seen recently of the same kind of monster eating at Dick, too. Little things that, looking back now, I can remember seeing in Bruce a few years ago. Should I call them âearly warning signsâ? Do I dare to assume itâs a disease I canât catch with time?âÂ
âTim Drake (Robin #100 â The Price of Justice)
14. âYou canât have a friendship without trustâŚnor a relationshipâŚnor a teammate. Take Batman for example⌠He trusts me to keep his secrets, to cover his back. I trust him the exact same way. He knows that Iâll always consult him on anythinghaving to do with those secrets, and vice versa. Because of that implicit trust, our relationship works. And itâs unique.â
âTim Drake to Secret and Spoiler (Young Justice #30 â Round Robin)
15. âNo time for ego, hurt feelings, petty disagreementsâŚitâs all in the past. I need help. I canât do this by myself.â
âTim Drake (Red Robin #9 â Collision: Part One of Four)
16. âHesitationâŚsecond guessingâŚself-pity⌠Leave them behind. Theyâre death now. Use what you know. Remember what you learned. Be smart. Stay alive. Save the girl. Remember what Shiva taught youâŚwhat Ducard taught you. Remember how Dick moves so effortlessly. Remember Connerâs own special âtechniques.â Remember what Bruce did. Use it all now. Win the next fight and the one after that before you get there. Remember everything your teachers gave you. Donât be any of them. Be all of them.â
âTim Drake (Red Robin #8 â Council of Spiders: Part Four of Four)
17. Tim: Robin is a symbol just as much as Batman is. It isnât just a symbol of the law, itâs a symbol of justice. And Batman needs a Robin.
Batman: What I do is dangerous.
Tim: I know.
âTim Drake with Bruce Wayne (Young Justice Secret Origins â 80 Page Giant: Little Wing)
18. âOf course weâre going to do this. I said it looked tough, not unbeatable.â
âTim Drake to Secret (Young Justice Secret Files and Origins â Take Back the Night)
19. ââNever fight angry.â I didnât know what it meant until tonight. He wasnât talking about style or common sense. He was talking about weapons. Honor. Purpose. Thatâs what helps you survive and win. When all you bring to the fight is angerâŚyouâve already lost.â
âTim Drake (Robin #25 â Sophomore Lethal)
20. âIf youâre asking if I plan to continue as Robin, the answer is yes. Iâm more determined now than ever before. But donât for a moment think Iâm now like you, Bruce. Iâm not about to let these losses turn me into another copy of youâgrim and vengeful and closed off from most of what keeps us human. Steph and Darla and my Dad died in a war worth fightingâmade even more so because of the terrible price they paid, not in spite of it. I wonât squander their sacrifice by quitting again. So, if youâll still have me, Iâm Robin, and Iâm in it for the long run.â
âTim Drake to Bruce Wayne (Robin #132 â Fresh Blood Part One of Four: Too Many Ghosts)
21. âThis is the deal. You want us to be part of the Teen Titans, this Tower has nomore rules. We get enough of them at home. We wonât sit on the sidelines. We wonât be treated like inferiors.â
âTim Drake (Teen Titans #6 â War and Peace)
22. âWe know weâre right, but whatâs the point in being right if weâre not willing to fight for it?â
âTim Drake to Red Tornado (Young Justice #18 â Revolting Developments)
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left behind
peter parker x reader
summary:Â you begin to feel neglected when peter parker is introduced to the avenger family, and youâve had enough of it.
âI just donât wanna be left behind.â
word count: 3.9k
warnings: just some angst & a breakdownÂ
a/n: hehehe a bit of a longer blurb w/ some angst for yâall ;)))) lmk what ya think!!
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You could still remember the days when Cap would patch up your scraped knees, giving them the magic âfeel betterâ kisses before telling you to be more careful next time. Sometimes, Nat would give you little lessons on how to fight like her, never growing impatient with your repetitive mistakes and general inability to catch onto her complex moves. Clint would even ruffle your hair and watch a movie every Friday night, always letting you choose (no matter how many times you requested Cinderella.)
Tony mightâve been your biological father, but the truth was, the whole team was your family. You loved your dad, and there was no doubt about it: he was a pretty damn good one. But you were basically the child of all of the avengers, and they never failed to show you how much they loved you. Theyâd help you with your homework, boy problems, and pretty much anything a teenager could ever need advice on; most importantly, they made you feel important and loved when you needed it the most.
But everything changed when a certain bug-boy came into the picture.
One day when you were sitting on the couch with Bruce discussing a tricky math problem, Tony waltzed in with a young, curly-haired boy trailing closely behind him. He looked about your age and a nervous smile graced his face when you locked eyes.
âGuys, this is Peter,â Tony introduced you to him and he waved awkwardly.
âH-Hi.â
âPeter, this is my daughter, Y/N,â he pointed to you before shifting his gaze towards Bruce, âIâm sure you already know who Doctor Banner is. Big green guy, can have a bit of a temper-â
âTony,â Bruce warned, nodding at Peter with a soft smile.
âAright, alright,â Tony patted the kidâs shoulder, âIâm gonna finish showing the new blood around. You two have fun.â
You couldnât stop staring at Peter and his slightly pink cheeks as he turned to leave. After all, you were curious. It was rare to see high school aged kids in the compound, let alone ones as cute as Peter.
âEarth to Y/NâŚâ Bruce waved his hand in front of your face, smiling when you jumped back in surprise.
âHuh?â your cheeks heated as you scrambled to grab your pencil, âOh yeah, uh, the math problemâŚâ
As the weeks went on, you began to see more and more of Peter, his face popping up almost everywhere you went. Whether it be grabbing lunch in the kitchen, or taking the elevator down to the lobby, Peter was there, giving you shy side glances and small smiles. If you were being honest, it was pretty nice at first. After all, you never really got to hang out with kids your age, because it was too dangerous for you to go to a public school.
But your relationship with Peter forever changed after you got stuck in the elevator together one afternoon. Tony was rebooting FRIDAY, and in his usual fashion, forgot to inform pretty much anybody of the temporary shutdown. This left you and Peter alone in the elevator for roughly an hour. The first few minutes were awkward, which was to be expected; but after those few minutes⌠it felt like a spark went off. Conversation erupted, laughter filling the air as the two of you exchanged jokes and anecdotes. Whether it be meme references or results of scientific experiments, you covered it all.
From that point on, you and Peter were inseparable, doing practically everything together. There was no doubting it; he was your best friend. (And if you were being completely honest with yourself, there were probably some underlying feelings that were a bit more⌠romantic.)
Everything was smooth sailing for a while, uncontrollable laughter filling the corridors wherever the two of you went. Of course, you had your ups and downs, but nothing too serious ever kept you apart for more than a day. It was an ongoing joke at the tower that the two of you were attached at the hip. Hell, Peter even began to come along with you to some of your family activities. After all, he was practically family now.
But nothing thatâs perfect lasts for long.
Things started to fall apart on a normal Friday night. It was 8:32pm, and youâd just popped some popcorn in preparation for your and Clintâs weekly movie night. But when you stepped into the room, the sounds of laughter already filled the air, a movie playing as background noise to the conversation. Peter and Clint were sitting on the couch, throwing pieces of popcorn at each other in a playfully competitive way.
âWhatâre you guys doing?â you blurted out, somewhat shocked by the whole situation.
Peter and Clint snapped their heads in your direction, Peterâs face lighting up upon seeing you. âOh, hey Y/N!â he chirped, flashing you a happy smile, âClint and I were just watching a movie⌠or at least trying toâŚâ he giggled, gesturing towards the popcorn bowls, âWanna join?â
âOh. UhâŚâ you paused, a little unsure of what to do. In all honesty, you didnât really know how to react to the scene laid out before you; you didnât even know how you felt. Sure, you felt a little upset, but you were also understanding of the situation. But more than anything, you were just⌠confused.
Why did Clint not wait for you to come into the room before beginning the movie? Why was Peter even here for him to watch a movie with? He shouldâve been at home with May. Did Clint invite him to watch the movie, or did Peter suggest it himself? Why werenât you included in any of this?
âI actually think I have some chemistry homework or something, so, uh, I should go.â
âAw man,â Peter pouted, sticking out his bottom lip, âWell, good luck on your homework! If you get done early, you should come back down and hang with us.â
You flashed him a tight smile before letting your eyes drift over to Clint, almost immediately looking away when your gazes met. He was giving you the look that told you he wasnât buying any of your excuses. After all, he could see through pretty much any ruse you threw at him.
âPete, can you give us a sec?â Clint patted his shoulder and walked over to you, nodding his head towards the hallway to signal Peter to leave the room. âListen, Y/N, Peter really wanted to watch this movie, and I wasnât sure if you were coming down tonightââ
âClint, itâs fine,â you held up a palm, trying to reassure him when he gave you another disbelieving look, âI promise. I get it, I really do.â
After a few moments of consideration, he pulled you into a side hug, ruffling your hair. âIf you say so, kiddo.â
A few hours later, when you were laying in bed, you just couldnât get what had happened off of your mind. You doubted it was intentional, and you had to admit, it was a pretty small thing to get upset over. Besides, you werenât one to hold a grudge. Deciding it was best to put it behind you, you rolled over and fell asleep, hoping that the incident would be a one-time thing.
If only youâd realized just how wrong you were.
â -
From that point on, things started to go downhill, and fast. More and more often, you were finding Peter doing things you used to do with the whole group. At first, you tried to force yourself into things and make yourself known. But no matter how much you spoke up or how hard you tried, you still somehow felt like an outsider in your own home; an outcast in your own family.
Nobody paid attention to you, no matter how hard you tried. All they seemed to do was fawn over their baby Peter, making sure that he was okay and that he knew he was the apple of their eye.
You felt like a background character in everybodyâs lives, including your own.
Eventually, you gave up trying to be included. You began to lock yourself in your room, isolating yourself from everybody in the compound, Peter included. Peter knew something was up, but when he tried to ask you about it, you brushed it off, telling him he was imagining things. Just because you were upset didnât mean you had to bring him down with you, right?
You knew that you could always talk to the group about how you felt, but you didnât want to cause any trouble. So, you kept it all inside, locked in a small box hidden in the back of your mind. Every time something new happened, youâd open up the box and throw your feelings in there, always sure to never let a word slip out.
But the thing about that hidden box was that it was bound to overflow. After all, it was a finite space, and you couldnât keep locking away your feelings without snapping.
That snap finally came when you walked into the lab one afternoon, seeing Peter and Bruce working on some sort of small machine. Taking a few steps closer, your heart dropped when you recognized that small machine as your personal project; an experiment that youâd been working on for years. Youâd only told Tony about it because it was so personal to you (and even if you had tried to tell the others, you doubted they would have cared.)
âHuh⌠try connecting this wire to that one,â Bruce pointed to the object, deep in thought. Peter stuck out his tongue slightly as he carefully reconnected the wires, cheering when the device whirred to life successfully.
âYes!â he grinned, giving Bruce a high five, âI canât believe weââ
He paused when he saw you in the doorway, his smile softening a bit, âHey Y/N! Wanna check out this cool project Bruce and I just finished? We found it sitting in the lab and decided to fix it up!â
You stood frozen, not even sure how to react. Your initial response was anger, a surge of betrayal spreading through your veins like fire. âIâm good.â you said through gritted teeth, taking a deep breath.
âYou sure? Itâs really cool! I can explain how it works if you wantââ
âI already know how it works!â you blurted out, exasperation and annoyance soaking every syllable, âIt was my project. I made that. Iâve been working on it for years. So no, I donât need your explanation on how it works. That wasnât yours to tamper with.â
âY/N,â Bruce said with concern, âIs everything okay? This doesnât seem like you. We didnât know the project was yours; it was an honest mistake.â
âHow would you have known? It isnât like you pay attention to me anymore,â you scoffed, glaring daggers at the pair, âBesides, even if you had known, Iâm sure that you wouldâve finish it anyways if Peter had wanted to. You guys do whatever the hell he wants, yet you canât even find the time to say goodnight to me anymore.â
âWoah, where is this coming from?â Bruce looked genuinely confused, âWho said we werenât paying attention to you?â Peter sat there dumbfounded as you crossed your arms, Bruce holding up his hands in defense.
âJustâ forget it.â You took a deep breath and stormed off, ignoring the calls of your name as the door slammed behind you. As you went on a rampage through the compound, you drew stares from everyone. A few called out to you, asking you what was wrong, but you just kept going until you finally reached your room. Shutting your door softly, you collapsed on your bed, letting out a scream into your pillow. Every emotion was hitting you at once, causing you to feel insanely overwhelmed and helpless.
Your face was buried in a pillow when you heard a knock on your door. âWhat is it?â you grumbled, rolling your eyes when you heard Bruceâs voice.
âY/N, could you come downstairs for a minute?â
âWhy?â you lifted the pillow from your face, glaring at him before flipping over onto your side to face away from the doorway, âIâm perfectly fine.â
âWe need to talk to you.â
âWhy do you need me when you could just talk to Peter?â
Bruce sighed deeply, despite already knowing that getting you downstairs was going to be a challenge from the beginning. âYou know thatâs not true. Just come down for five minutes, then you can come back up to sulk.â
Groaning dramatically, you rolled off of your bed and hit the floor with a soft thump. âFine,â you called out from your spot on the carpet behind the bed. When you heard the door shut, you slowly sat up, making your way down to the main room as slowly as humanly possible.
As soon as you took a step into the room, everybodyâs heads snapped to attention. A quick glance around showed you that basically the entire team was in the room, ready to have this conversation with you. You werenât intimidated, just reluctant to talk about the topic (mostly out of spite.) And then, your eyes landed on Peter.
âI donât wanna talk if heâs gonna be here.â Peter looked down guiltily and messed with the hem of his shirt, trying to avoid your heated gaze.
âY/N,â Steve began in his âiâm giving a speech and you will listen to meâ voice, âThis clearly involves the both of you, so Peter stays.â
âItâs...â Peter began to stand up, âItâs okay, I can just leaveââ
Steve reached out and grabbed his arm gently, âPeter, we want you here, for this conversationââ
âI donât.â Cap shot you a stern look, causing you to simply cross your arms in defense.
âY/N, youâre being unreasonable,â Clint butted in, âPeter didnât do anything intentionally to hurt you, and he wants to make it right. We all wanna make it right.â
âUnreasonable?â you scoff, gesturing wildly around you, âIâm unreasonable for not wanting to see Peter? For not wanting to see you guys? Youâve all been perfectly fine with me pining after you for the past few weeks, but when I finally give up, suddenly youâre concerned.â
Tears were filling your eyes, but you were unaware that they were also filling Peterâs.
He pulled away from Steve, taking a few steps back towards the door. âI should leave,â he began, being interrupted by a loud protest from the group of avengers sitting in the large room.
âJust-just stop!â he yelled, effectively silencing them, âIsnât it obvious? I only seem to make things worse. Iâm clearly not helping the situation. Y/N doesnât want to be anywhere near me. She doesnât want anything to do with me. Am I wrong?â
Peter had known something was up with you the past few weeks, but he hadnât realized that he was the one hurting you. It killed him. You were his best friend, and the last thing in the world heâd ever want to do is cause you pain.
âShe doesnât think thatââ
âI wasnât asking you, Bruce!â he exasperated, turning to you as a tear slipped down your cheek, âAm I wrong, Y/N?â
You didnât confirm his statements, but you didnât deny them, either. Instead, you simply stood there, wiping the fallen tear from your cheek. Peter exhaled heavily, taking your silence as a confirmation of everything heâd assumed. Giving everyone a short nod, he walked out into the hallway, nobody speaking up until heâd left.
âWhatâs gotten into you?â your dad asked, clearly fed up with the way you were acting.
âWhatâs gotten into me?â you gawked, raising your tone in anger, âWhatâs gotten into me is that Iâm an outcast in my own family! You guys ignore me and all of our special traditions in favor of running off and doing them with Peter instead. Itâs likeâ itâs like Iâm not even your kid anymore! Iâm a background character in my own life! Nothing I do impacts you, and you canât even pretend like you care about my feelings. If you cared, you wouldnât have neglected and ignored me in the first place. Once a newer, better version of me came along, you were quick to leave me in the dust.â
Youâd completely broken down at this point, voice breaking from an angry scream to a teary-eyed cry as you finally unlocked your hidden box.
âI just donât wanna be left behind.â
The room was speechless. In their minds, youâd just been adjusting to the new addition to the compound. Theyâd had no idea that youâd felt replaced by Peter. A feeling of guilt soaked into almost every heart in the room, the sight of the sad and tired child in front of them enough to almost bring them to tears.
âYouâre our family,â Natasha offered, trying to make you feel better, âWeâd never leave you behind.â
âWhy didnât you tell us sooner?â Steve interrupted, earning a glare from Nat, âIf weâd known, we wouldâve done something about it.â
âBecause it isnât my job to tell you,â you whispered, voice cracking, âThe saddest part is just thatâ you had no idea that I was even pulling away until I finally snapped. I know that Iâm supposed to communicate with you⌠but all I needed was one of you to reach out. You couldnât even do that. And⌠the one person who did is sitting outside right now, beating themselves up for something that you guys did.â
Tony began to speak, but you cut him off by raising a hand in objection. âIf youâll excuse me,â you sniffed, straightening your shoulders and walking towards the door, âI think I owe somebody an apology.â
â -
You found Peter outside on the patio looking out into the green surrounding the compound. He was sitting on the ground, knees pulled up to his chest. Small sniffles came from him every few seconds, and his curly hair was a mess.
âYou didnât have to come out here,â he croaked, turning to look at you as you took a seat next to him.
âI kinda did,â you smiled a bit, âYou been crying?â
Peter nodded. âYou donât look too happy yourself.â
You let out a sad laugh, wiping off a few remaining tears. âI owe you an apology.â
He froze at that. âAn apology?â Confusion was tugging at his features, curiosity glowing in his eyes.
âYeah,â you exhaled, wringing your hands together, âNone of this was your fault. You couldnât have known that you were encroaching on anything.â
He shrugged, wiping his nose, âI shouldâve picked up on it, though.â
âYou did,â you placed a hand on his arm, squeezing gently, âI just wouldnât open up to you. Thatâs on me. The rest of it⌠well, thatâs on the team. But you looked out for me even when they failed to, and Iâm really grateful for that.â
You paused, taking a few seconds to gather your thoughts. Peter covered your hand with his own, running his fingers lightly against the back of your knuckles. âAnd Iâm sorry for blowing up at you like that. Iâm sorry for ignoring you and shutting you out instead of letting you in. It only made the issue worse, and it made you feel guilty for something that isnât your fault.â
Tears stung the back of your eyes, threatening to spill down over your cheeks all over again as you whispered, âIâm sorry, Pete.â
Lifting his arm, Peter slung himself around your shoulders, pulling you into a big side hug. He was warm, his t-shirt soft between your fingers as you gripped it tightly and cried into his shoulder.
âItâs okay, Y/N,â he consoled, rubbing small circles on your back as you hiccupped, âItâs okay.â
Slowly, your tears began to dry, and a wave of exhaustion began to spread throughout your chest. Your lungs were heavy and the air was somehow warmer as Peter continued to rub circles on your back, lulling you into a post-cry nap. Before you knew it, you were asleep, your grip on his shirt growing loose. He stroked your hair before repositioning you so youâd be more comfortable lying against him.
Peterâs head jerked up when he heard the door open, eyes widening when he saw Steve walk over towards the two of you.
âHow is she, kid?â he put his hands into his pockets, gazing out at the greenery in front of him.
âShe was pretty upset. I donât think itâs gonna be fixed overnight,â Peter paused, âWhereâs Mr. Stark and the rest of the team?â âWe thought itâd be best to only send one person out here to get her, and Tony didnât think she was too happy with him,â Steve explained, sadness and guilt in his gaze as he looked over at you, âNot that sheâs happy with me, either.â
The vibrations from Peterâs chest as they spoke stirred you awake, causing you to blink a few times in an attempt to shake away some of the sleepiness. âSteve?â you yawned, turning to the man standing a few feet away, âWhat do you want?â
âTo see what we can all do to make this better,â Bruce spoke up from the doorway, taking a few steps out onto the patio before the rest of the team followed.
âWe messed up and we wanna fix it,â Tony shrugged, but not without throwing you an apologetic glance.
âJust⌠donât be inconsiderate dicks anymore, okay?â you sighed, rubbing your face roughly in exasperation, âAnd give me some time. Iâm upset, and that hurt isnât gonna go away overnight. I need to process stuff, ya know.â
âCap, you okay with that language?â Your dad joked, raising his hands in defense when you shot him a death glare, âWhat? Heâs an old man. He canât handle those words, Y/N.â
âAnd I want some really good apologies. Like, ten-page-long handwritten apology letters. Delivered by pigeon.â
âDeal. Sam, whatâs our pigeon status?â Tony threw over his shoulder, earning a glare from Sam.
âI. Donât. Talk. To. Birds,â he rolled his eyes, âYou two have got to drop that bit, or I think Iâm gonna lose my mind.â
âWhatever you say, birdman,â you winked before shooing the team away, âNow, can you guys leave us alone? We were having a best friend moment.â
âOkay, okay,â Bruce laughed, shouting over his shoulder as Steve pushed him along, âBut we are gonna talk about this in more detail later.â
âHave your apology letter ready!â you sang, waving him goodbye with a cheesy smile until the door shut behind the group.
You turned back around with a sigh, looping your arm through Peterâs. âThank you, Peter,â you pressed a kiss to his cheek, smiling a bit when his face flushed red, âYouâre the bestest best friend I could ever ask for.â
âJust⌠be sure to talk to me next time, okay?â he responded, giving the hand wrapped around his forearm a squeeze, âIâm always here for you.â
He paused.
âPlus, I missed you a lot.â
âYou got it,â you breathed as you laid your head on his shoulder, âAnd donât worry, I missed you too.â
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hey, all you lovely people! full disclosure i talk a lot and i have thought about this character thoroughly when you look under that read more... oh boy... just a heads up. anywho... guess iâm the last here i see, well, thatâs typical. Iâm late to literally everything, although this time I do have a good excuse. iâd tell you what it is but you donât really wanna read about me gettinâ it in all weekend and drew is my bro -like literally. we share blood. we came outta the same womb. 26 hours of labor. 19 minutes apart. our poor mother- so he def doesnât wanna read about it and that is a swill of information about me before ya even know my name which says a lot, doesnât it? inst-y-ways, Iâm maddie and Iâm Jewish, youâll figure out why iâm putting that out there now. also hello again. i hope yâall are ready to get this party started, cause this is where itâs at! look below & hit that read more and I will tell you all about my baby girl, Eevee.
TW: DEATH, DEPRESSION, STALKER, MURDER, KIDNAPPING
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â Â ( candice patton, Â cis-female, Â she/her ) Â â â
 just to be clear, ya didnât get this information from me.  The person youâre lookinâ for is   EVELYN LUCIA MASTERS.  also known as   EEVEE.   Last I heard she was born on  APRIL 7TH, 1988   in   SAN ANTONIO, TEXAS,  but sheâs been livinâ in  RICHMOND,   for about   EIGHT MONTHS.   Word around the districts is, this doll,   EEVEE  can be   VENGEFUL,  SELF-RIGHTEOUS,  &   A KNOW-IT-ALL,  but i gotta tell, ya, alls I seen is good things, like the fact that sheâs  RESILIENT,  CHARISMATIC,   &   ENERGETIC.  I guess that depends on how well ya know âem, though.  the last thing ya need to know is that she works as an  A-LIST ACTRESS  &  CO-OWNER OF EXCALIBUR COMICS.  I donât know much about what thatâs all about but I do know thatâs all I can tell ya the rest you gotta find out on ya, own. â   ( ooc:  maddie,  pst,  28,  she/her )Â
Evelyn Lucia Masters.
the irony of her name is that it means âwished for childâ
she was definitely not.
hence why she goes by...Â
Eevee.Â
Yes, like the Pokemon.
No, itâs not a stage name or a gimmick.
She legally changed her name.
Itâs on her credit card. ( so are kittens! ) Â
Born in San Antonio Texas.
Jewish, Bisexual & Very Proud.
Collette Rivers
Her mother.
One of the first and few Black, Soap Opera stars.
Had a wildly popular sitcom for a hot minute.
Career was on fire in the 80â˛s & 90â˛s.
Transitioned to clothing designer and eventually a reality tv real housewife when she couldnât get jobs anymore.
Joseph Masters.
Her Father.
a former actor
was very well known for CSI.
was on broadway.
became a sought after director.
itâs a whole family in the biz, so of course...
@ two years of age, Eevee became an Actressâ˘
baby diaper commercials with her mom.
then singing lessons.
then dance lessons.
then pageants.
more commercials.
a bit of child modeling.
more commercials.
reoccurring kid on sesame street.
then a reoccurring (but not staring) role on Gullah Gullah Island.
1998. Sheâs 10.
lands a role on Broadway opposite Leon Thomas III as Nala in The Lion King.Â
this is the jumping-off point of her career. where it really shot off
but ignoring that for a minute...
Eevee has 5 other siblings.
4 of them are alive.
when Eevee was 15 sheâd just gotten season 1st ( and eventually only ) season of her Disney show renewed and she had a stalker. on her 16th birthday, the stalker snuck into her sweet 16, cornered her when she and her older, brother Elias were alone, stabbed Elias, and kidnapped Eevee. Elias was rushed to the hospital when they found him but died shortly after. They found Eevee, recovered her from the stalker unharmed, but when she asked about Elias... shortly after Eevee sunk deeper into her depression, and also suffered from survivorsâ guilt and eventually had to stay in a mental hospital and was released a year later, a few days after her 17th birthday. being in the real world was hard for her and in a few weeks time, became legally emancipated from her parents because her father had taken control of monitoring her finances, her decisions, and became too controlling of her schedule and time out of his concern for her and her mother acted like none of it happened and expected Eevee to pick up where she left off and to get more jobs and keep working. It was an environment detrimental to her health and sanity so she had to get out of that and got her own place and moved away from her parents and unfortunately, her twin sister and younger brother.
Took a break from acting to finish high school.
had to have private tutors
excelled at the school aspect of her life.
had very few friends but she did have a girlfriend.
eventually, Eevee broke up with her
to seize her 5 minutes of fame she outted Eevee as a lesbian to TMZ.
It didnât take long for Eevee to speak out.
At 17, in 2005, Eevee came out publically as Bisexual.
as a Black 17-year-old girl she was proud of herself.
but it did not go well for her in the media or in magazines.
didnât help what little career she had left.
but she also kinda didnât care
Became known for outspoken activism for LGBTQ+ youth.
Started her own charity and outreach program to finance and help struggling youth in the LGBTQ+ community by providing them with shelter, food, and treatment for health issues both mental and physical. Â
went to college...
Northwestern State University.
joined the Alpha Kappa Alpha sorority
double-majored in theater and business
got married to one of her best friends at one point to help him out with his financial situation.
graduated with degrees.Â
and real friends in and out of her sorority.
WORKED HER ASS OFF TO GET HER CAREER BACK ON TRACK.
it took a lot of hard work.
a lot of mediocre jobs.
a lot of auditions.Â
a lot of shmoozing & playing the long game.
she pulled every single string
cashed every single favor
ate a lot of shit.
including going to her mother whom she hadnât spoken to in six years.
EVENTUALLY ROSE BACK TO THE A-LIST WITH A VENGENCE.
Several Independent Films.
Supporting roles in TV shows.
Supporting roles in a few movies.
Starring roles in a number of pilots that never got greenlit.
Starring roles in 2 tv shows.Â
one was canceled the first season.
the other had THREE SEASONS.
won an Emmy
Outstanding Supporting Actress in a Drama Series
landed a few ad campaigns
Eevee went back to Broadway a few times over the years.
Bring It On: The Musical
played Danielle
won a tony
Best Featured Actress in a Musical.
Newsies: The Musical
played Katherine.
dream come true.
Hadestown
played Eurydice.
nominated for a Tony.
The Lion King
played adult Nala.
life coming full circle.
Currently stars in her own Netflix show.Â
season 2 just finished filming which is why she has moved to Portland.
PERSONALITY:
very much a complete dork. loves video games, loves comic books, has a lot of memorabilia all through her house, itâs practically a dork museum, always telling puns. always joking. always been an adorable ray of sunshine. she really likes to be a light and enforce positivity for her friends and others.
talks far too much for her own good especially when sheâs nervous.
very kind, generous, and loving, always willing to help a friend.
always willing to cook for someone as a way to comfort them. Sheâs a well-versed home chef and an excellent baker.
sheâs in-between the vodka aunt and the mom friend. sheâs the first to suggest doing shots and getting fucked up, but sheâll also make sure everyoneâs okay and be responsible.
Sheâs that friend who if you fuck with one of her friends in any way she will go into protective mamma bear mode and straight-up end that person for you. if you need someone to back you up in a fight, literally, and have your back she is your girl.
she isnât great at flirting or really being around anyone she finds attractive, she turns into a rambling, nonstop talking, pile of adorable.
up until the end of December last year, she was a virgin. Sheâs only ever slept with one person so sheâs not really the sleep around kind of girl but respects those who do, you do you boo, but also please donât mistake her for a relationship type girl either. sheâs neither. sheâs great at fooling around and hookups that usually stop before they get to the sex part. sheâs actually just very awkward when it comes to intimacy and feelings and getting close to people in that way. It fucks with her anxiety so she just needs someone who can get her out of her head and that is very hard to find for her.
Sheâs a feminist and believes women should be there to support each other, but also is aware that feminism isnât always equal and some women donât include her as a woman to support because she is a woman of color and because sheâs Black and will call someone out on their white feminist or anti-black bullshit.
sheâs kind but is in no way a pushover. sheâs very opinionated and steadfast and isnât afraid to reason with someone and argue with them and stand up for herself.
POSSIBLE CONNECTIONS:
Friends: people who can put up with her non-stop chatter and find it endearing.
Fake Friends: people who are using her for fame, recognition and what her name can do for them.
Crushes: could be one-sided, could be both-sided, letâs talk about it.
Boxing Friendship: sparing partners, or someone who sees her at the boxing gym in her workout outfits that include but is not limited to color-coordinated custom gloves, that match both her outfit, her shoes, her gym bag and the giant cheerleading bow on the top of her high ponytail, but has never actually stuck around to see her box so donât believe she can throw an actual punch because they canât take that seriously, because sheâs just a pretty little celebrity what can she actually do, but then one day end up in an argument with her and challenge her to a sparring match and to their surprise kicks their ass and they become sparring partners. I donât know, clearly I havenât given that plot much thought.
Step-family member: Eevee doesnât have a relationship with her mom, but she is aware the woman got married to another woman who has kids when Eevee was 19 or so. Sheâs never met any of them. Never spoken to any of them. Never been invited to family functions. Knows full well they exist and they know full well she exists and they have actually hung out with other members of her family, just not her. So that sounds like awkward and traumatic fun for all involved right?? Bring the angst.
Fellow Actors: They could be real friends, could be fake friends, could have worked together, could just know of each other, could be a publicity friendship, dude, I donât know.
Fans / Haters: like her work or donât like her work???????????? I donât know Iâm just throwing stuff out there at this point.
I donât know weâll figure something out, I AM PUMPED AND EXCITED!!
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Sweaty Bettyâs
  Summary: After your convocation, you head to a bar with a group of friends to celebrate finally being done with school.
  Authorâs Note: Not really much to say, other than Iâm procrastinating doing my homework and my other series. Iâve learned my lesson from Hard Not To Notice and I split this one into two parts. BUT IT WILL ONLY BE THE TWO PARTS. Iâll eventually get back to writing my It Had To Be You series because that thing needs⌠something. But for now, here we are, with this Freddie Andersen imagine. So, I hope you enjoy this short little writing -- I have another angsty one in mind that I might write but weâll see.Â
  Warnings: fluff, drinking, some swearing, drunk fighting, smut in second part so thereâs some hard fluff at the end to lead into it
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  âCongratulations to the Class of 2019!â Lindsay, the class valedictorian, exclaimed, âGo out and live the best lives you can because itâs our turn now!â Everyone threw their caps into the air without caution and you quickly left your seat to find your friends, whose names were, haplessly, alphabetically opposite yours; embracing them in a tight group hug when you finally found them.
  âWE GRADUATED!â Your best friend, Charlie, shouted into the group hug
  âCan you believe it?!â you said, disbelief coating your words
  âNot one bit,â another one of the girls, Blaire, added, making the rest of the group laugh, âbut we did it guys. Weâre done! No more assignments. No more midterms. No more finals, no more group projects!â Everyone laughed before eventually breaking up the hug, trying to decide what the plan was for the rest of the day
  âI have lunch with my family,â you said pointing to your Mom and brother as they waited for the crowd to disperse around them, âmy grandparents are coming into town. Aunts, Uncles, the whole shebang. You have no idea how stressed my Mom is; my Dad keeps bringing her chocolate every five minutes to calm her downâŚâ You laughed and the group shared their plans for the rest of the day. It was a lot of family meals, celebratory drinks and photography sessions -- to which you rolled your eyes and gave a sarcastic remark.Â
  âYou know how my parents are,â your childhood friend, Darcy, defended, âthey want pictures of everything and they hated those stupid Grad portraits. They figured theyâd do it themselvesâŚâ
  âI know I know, I was just kidding aroundâ you replied before Lindsay came up to the four of you
  âThere she is! Miss Valedictorian herself!â Blaire shouted, âit was a great speech, honestlyâ
  âThank you Blaireâ Lindsay replied
  âWeâre so proud of you Linds,â you cooed, bringing her in for a hug, âso what about you? What are your plans for the rest of Convocation Day?â
  âWeâre going campingâŚâ she said, clearly not wanting to spend her weekend in a tent, âapparently my folks had it planned for months because weâre going to a place that we used to go to when I was a kid. My Dad is stressing out over me leaving to go work in Austin in January that he wants to spend as much time together as a family as we canâŚâ
  âIt could be funâŚâ Darcy tried
  âTrust me,â Lindsay leaned in, âIâd much rather be getting drunk with you guys tonight to celebrate, instead of being eaten alive by all the bugsâŚâ
  âYouâll be fine,â Charlie said, âjust keep the bug spray close by.â Lindsay shoved Charlie lightly before saying goodbye to the group reluctantly; your brother coming up behind you and poking you in your sides, forcing you to quickly turn around and smack him
  âJESUS BRADY!â you screamed, âhow many times do I have to tell you not to do that?!â He laughed, trying to dodge your strikes, before cozying up to Blaire
  âSo, Blaire, I know the perfect way to celebrate your graduationâŚâ he tried to say the words seductively, âwant me to show you?â
  âEw, BradyâŚâ you whined
  âI think you need someone to show you how to celebrateâŚâ Blaire said, leaning into Brady, clearly trying to unsteady him, âIâve got a pretty great arsenal of tricks that I could teach youâŚâ
  âOh yeah?â Bradyâs voice cracked, causing Blaire to finally break
  âSorry kid, youâre just a little too young for me,â she put a hand on his shoulder to let him down easy, âyou guys have a great lunch, I gotta go. I can see my Dad waving me over. (Y/N), ladies, Iâll see you tonight?â
  âText me,â you said as you gave her a hug goodbye, âweâll figure out a plan for tonight.â The group gave a collective round of âI love youâsâ as Blaire turned and walked toward her family.
  âWe gotta go too, (Y/N),â Brady nudged you, clearing his throat, âMom has gone through four boxes of chocolate so far and I can only assume Dad is picking her up some more right nowâŚâ
  âOkay,â you sighed, âheâs right. Iâll see you guys later, congrats guys!â Another round of hugs were given before you let the group go and you wandered over to your Mom
  âMy little graduate!â your Mom cooed, pressing a kiss to your cheek and you tried to pull away, whining at her affection. When your Dad finally showed up, the four of you left for the restaurant and waited for the rest of your family to get there. It was a pretty mellow lunch considering how many people were there but it wore you out nonetheless. Your Dad dropped you off at your apartment so you could take a quick nap before the inevitable chaos that would happen later.
  âHey, sweets?â your Dad said before you left the car
  âYeah Dad?â
  âIâm so proud of you,â he said and you gave him a small smile. He was easily your favourite person in the whole world but he didnât get emotional very often, so hearing him say that he was proud of you was incredibly special, âI know I donât say it very often but I am so incredibly proud of you and everything youâve accomplished. And everything I know youâre going to accomplishâ
  âThank you Daddy,â you smiled, trying to hold back your tears, bringing him in for a big hug, âI love you so much. I donât know how much of this I couldâve done without you; all of the times I was stressed out and thought I was better off dropping out than finishing my degree. You talked me off so many ledges, Dad.â
  âItâs all you, baby girl,â he smiled as he pulled back to look at you, âa few words from me here and there to help you through sure, but youâre the one with the brains. Youâre the one who was determined to succeed.â A stream of tears finally left your eyes and you noticed a few fall from your Dadâs as wellÂ
  âAlright alright, no more crying!â you said, wiping your tears away, âI have to get some sleep, Iâm exhaustedâŚâ
  âI love you, (Y/N)â
  âI love you too, Daddy.â You exited his car and wandered toward your apartment building, glancing back at him and waving him goodbye before he drove away. As soon as you got into your apartment, your WIFI connected and you were flooded with texts from Charlie trying to figure out plans for tonight.
  âHave you ever heard of Sweaty Bettyâs?âÂ
  âI heard itâs supposed to be a good placeâ
  âApparently, they have a big selection of whiskey and you like whiskeyâ
  âHello?!â
  âThereâs always like Dance Caveâ
  âOr I guess Stirling RoomâŚâ
  âBut this Sweaty Bettyâs is probably a great place to start and then we can head to Little Italy -- Come See Me?â
  â(Y/N)!! Answer me!â
  âIf you donât answer me soon, Iâm making the decision for usâŚâ
  âWeâve never been to the Speakeasy either. Wanna do that instead?â
  âLiterally we just need a place to get drunkâŚâ
  â(Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N)!â
  âHoly Shit Char,â you finally texted back, âI just got back into my apartment. My data was off and there was no WIFI at the restaurant. You know Iâm fine with whatever you pick. I do think though that the speakeasy should be saved for a night when we have like costumes or whatever lolâ
  âSo⌠Sweaty Bettyâs and then Come See Me?â
  âIâm good with that? Have you texted everyone else?â
  âBlaire said sheâll share an Uber with Darcy so theyâll meet us there probably. ButâŚâ
  âBut what? Who did you invite?â
  âDonât get mad, they wanted to come and they graduated too. Nick and Sam are gonna meet us there..â
  âUghhh! Charlie! Look whatever. Fine. As long as they donât try to flirt with me or dance with me at any point during the night, I donât care. They just creep me out. I canât believe you invited themâŚâ
  âHonestly, they overheard me planning it and they kind of invited themselves..â
  âOf course they didâ
  âItâll be fine! Donât worryâ
  âWhatever, okay. Iâm gonna have a nap. Am I meeting for pre-drinks or are you coming here?â
  âHmmm, youâre closer to the bar. So Iâll come over to yours and weâll call an Uber from there!â
  âAlright. See you in a couple hours. Love you!â
  âLove you babe!â
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  It must not have been typical bar Tequila that youâd been drinking because four shots in and you were barely able to see straight. At some point, you remember the shots hitting you inexplicably and you told Nick and Sam you didnât want them around.
  âThis is supposed to be a celebration but you two are just making it weird,â you slurred, âface it, no oneâs fucking you tonight. So why donât you just go home...â
  âThereâs no need to be a bitch, (Y/N)...â Nick said, anger in his voice, masked only by embarrassment and you tried to fix it
  âI.. Iâm sorry.. I donât kn-- I think Iâm gonna be sickâŚâ You held your hand over your mouth as you tried to maneuver through the crowd, noticing Sam storm off and Nick follow close behind him; all of a sudden you were filled with an overwhelming sense of guilt -- which was soon overpowered by the Tequila you were currently puking up. You had never been this bad before; not since your 18th birthday when your cousin, Mary, decided that she would show you the proper way to get drunk, not realizing her limits were vastly different from yours. A few glasses of water should make you feel better, so you cleaned yourself up in the mirror and gathered yourself enough to head back to Charlie and the girls.Â
  âThere she isâ Blaire teased
  âCan I get a glass of water please?â you asked the bartender, returning a quick Thank you when he placed the glass in front of you. It was gone almost instantly so, you asked for another before your friends got annoyedÂ
  âYou canât just stop drinking!â Darcy complained, ânone of us drove. Which means none of us are the designated driver. None of us have to be group Mom tonight. The whole point is that weâre celebrating our graduation⌠Weâre here to get drunk; fucked up!â
  âYes, Darce, I know,â you laughed, âbut I just threw up, which means I need to add in some water.â You finished your second glass of water and then continued on with the night; laughing with your group of girlfriends, flirting with some strangers they brought into your circle and slowly added more cocktails into your repertoire.
  âSo ladies, what are your plans for the rest of the night?â one of the guys asked, leaning in close to Blaire who was not having it
  âGirls nightâ she mocked
  âWe just graduated so weâve got a lot plannedâ Charlie added
  âOh congrats on graduating!â another one of them said, âmaybe we can help you celebrate.â You rolled your eyes at his comment and noticed Darcy mockingly put her finger down her throat before turning to the bartender to order a drink.Â
  âVodka tonic pleaseâ you heard her say
  âIâll grab a double Stoli cranberryâ you said as you popped beside her
  âThese guys are so painfully obviousâ she joked and you smiled
  âIf only Charlie werenât so painfully hard upâ you teased about your BFF
  âI hope she doesnât go home with one of them just yet, I do still want us all to celebrate togetherâ
  âWe will! Donât worry. Down the drink and weâll get anotherâ you mewed, giving her a wink. A few hours later and the drinks were starting to hit the girls in different ways; you couldnât stop giggling, Blaire was looking for food, Charlie was kissing every stranger she came in contact with and Darcy was trying to convince everyone to dance with her. None of you realized how late it was until you contemplated heading to a club to dance.
  âItâs too late for that, DarceâŚâ Charlie whined, âweâd have to get an Uber and like.. find itâŚâ
  âWe can go to a club tomorrow night,â you tried to compromise, âweâll sober up and weâll head to Come See Me first and just kinda stay thereâŚâ Darcy just frowned at you and you frowned back, feeling guilty that she hadnât gotten to dance all night like she was promised; you dragged her out to a small clearing at the side of the bar to try and dance to the music that blared through the bustling bar. While the two of you were dancing, Charlie had invited a group of guys to surround her and Blaire, Charlieâs laugh permeating the crowd before it reached you.
  âShe doesnât stop does she?â Darcy laughed
  âHere, you go see what thatâs about,â you nodded in your friendsâ direction, âI have to peeâŚâ You wandered to the washroom, staring at yourself in the mirror after washing your hands and tried to sober enough to talk to these strangers. You couldnât say it was something you cared too much about but, on the off chance Charlie fell for one of these guys, youâd be damned if they only saw you as the drunk, rowdy best friend for the rest of your life. When you made your way back to the bar where Blaire, Charlie and Darcy were surrounded by four toned guys, you scooted past everyone to order yourself a drink instead of introducing yourself to anyone. Thatâs when he leaned into you and your breath never left your throat.
  âHaving a good night?â a tall red-head smiled in your direction and your eyes danced across his face, trying to find someway to speak, âIâm Freddie by the way.â His hand was nearly the size of your head and it took all of your composure to lift your hand up to shake his; slow and only slightly awkward. The girls around you had all paired off with a guy, even Darcy which surprised you more than you thought it would. You were brought back to Freddie, though, when he handed you the drink you ordered.
  âOh thank you,â you said shakily, âIâm (Y/N)...â
  âItâs nice to meet you, (Y/N)â He returned, smiling down at you, making your cheeks flood with heat and you dropped your eyes to the floor so he wouldnât see. It wasnât long, however, until his hands found their way onto your hips and your eyes darted back to his; sure to never tear them away unless absolutely necessary.
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Freddieâs P.O.V.
  You wondered where she had been your whole life. This (Y/H/C) haired girl with the brightest smile youâd ever seen and eyes that sparkled like stars. She hadnât spoke yet, so you werenât sure what the melody of her voice would be but you imagined it would be mesmerizing. You finally introduced yourself to her, thinking sheâd do the same, holding her hand while you waited but her attention seemed to go to her friends instead. You watched as her eyes scanned the group of your friends and hers when her drink came to be in front of you.Â
  âOh thank youâ she said softly and you straightened your posture, âIâm (Y/N)â
  âItâs nice to meet you, (Y/N).â You noticed a slight tinge of pink stain her cheeks before she dropped her eyes to the floor and you just wanted to see those beautiful eyes sparkle again; placing your hands on her hips. She looked up at you with such intent that you couldnât bear to tear your eyes away from hers. She was the one to finally break the eye contact
  âSo⌠what do you do, Freddie?â she asked with a shy smile, tucking some hair behind her left ear
  âIâm a goalieâ you said, trying not to mention your team and gauge her reaction when you noticed her eyes grow a little wide
  âOh noâŚâ she giggled, âyouâre not crazy are you?â You laughed at her response before shaking your head
  âI donât think so, noâ
  âOkay good, âcause my brother plays goalie in his little local league and heâs kinda, you know,â she joked, âheâs a little crazy. I mean you have to be just a little crazy right?â
  âI mean, sure, yeah, to have hockey players and pucks flying at youâŚâ
  âRight!â she laughed, her smile beaming, and you couldnât take your eyes off her but she was started to drift away from you; her shyness creeping up to her so you leaned in to talk to her
  âWhat about you?â you asked
  âMe? I donât play sports. No I would fall over myself and get a concussion for sureâŚâ
  âIs that so?â
  âPainfully.â You laughed and finished your beer, ordering another before you asked (Y/N) what she did for a living
  âIâm a student.. Well I just graduated, we all did. Thatâs why weâre here..â she said, before looking at her friends flirting with yours and she laughed, âI guess now I have to find a job with my degreeâ
  âWell Iâm sure that wonât be hard. What degree?â
  âEarly Childhood Education, with a double minor in Psychology and Music Studies. It was kind of a bitch to get through but Iâve always loved kids and music has a way of... as cheesy as it sounds... really helping people. So I thought why not combine everything and give the kids their best chance?â
  âWow.. Iâm surprised,â you said and noticed her face contort, forcing you to backpedal, âno no, I just mean, you have an idea where you want to go and what you want to doâ
  âSort of, not really. I just graduated today so I havenât thought too much about it.â After a while, you realized that you hadnât introduced (Y/N) to anyone, so you brought her over to everyone; your hand on the small of her backÂ
  â(Y/N), this is Auston, Willy and Connor, guys this is (Y/N)âÂ
  âNice to meet youâ they said together and she reciprocated the statement before her friend interrupted the conversation by pulling Willy in for a sloppy kiss
  âOh jeezâ she said before bursting into a fit of laughs
  âWhy donât we go find a place to sit down?â You said, leaning down to speak in her ear
  âYou really think weâll be able to find something?â she asked looking around the crowded bar and you took her hand to lead her through the space. Once you found a partly empty couch, you asked if she was okay sharing the space and she nodded; you sat down next to the couple that was busy making out and she sat down next to you, unintentionally tucking herself in, âoh gosh, I didnât realize how low this was. Iâm sorry..â Her face was flustered as she tried to put some space in between the two of you but you didnât mind; damn she was cute, and it took more of your willpower not to lick your lips as your eyes danced around her face
  âItâs okay. How are you feeling?â you checked in and she looked up at you before smiling
  âIâm good,â she said with a laugh on her tongue, âIâm feeling a bit of a buzz but not too much where I feel like Iâll get sloppyâ
  âWell thatâs good,â You laughed before looking down at your lap, catching a glimpse of a tattoo on her inner knee and you grazed your thumb over it gently, âwhatâs this?â She seemed to be embarrassed about it and she pushed your hand away so she could cover it
  âWe were -- I was drunk⌠It was a long night and an even longer storyâ she blushed and you told her that you didnât mind; you had time to listen, and she sighed heavily before agreeing to tell you, âdonât judge me okay?â you nodded, allowing her to continue, âCharlie and I had just come from her exâs Frat House, it was a big end of semester party and he broke up with her because he claimed âshe was only good onceâ and she was rightfully pissed. So, we got drunk, flirted with some horribly misogynistic Frat bros, who weâre almost positive were trying to put something in our drinks, and then peaced when Charlie realized her ex wasnât paying her any attention. We passed by a tattoo parlour that for some reason was still open and we begged the tattoo artist to give us a tattoo. Charlie started crying when he said we were too drunk and she turned to me and gave me that look that best friendâs give. The one that says âdo this for me because I really need it right nowâ and I was too drunk to argue, so I told the guy that we just wanted to do something dumb because we hated the guys in our life, and if he gave us a tattooâŚâ she scrunched up her face before continuing the storyÂ
  âWhat?â you asked, egging her on
  âGod, itâs awful to even think back onâ
  âYou gotta tell me. I said I wouldnât judgeâ
  âUgh,â she groaned, âI said if he gave us a tattoo, he could put it anywhere he wantedâŚâ
  âThe tattoo right?â
  âYes! Thatâs what it was supposed to be but, because I was so drunk, it came out all sexual and he jumped at the chance. He sat down and asked us what we wanted and where and I looked at him kinda confused at that point. I said âweâll get matching tattoos I guess?â and expected him to pick a spot and for Charlie to pick the tattoo; still not realizing that he didnât take what I said how I meant him to take it and then Charlie passed out!â
  âWhat happened then?â
  âHe yelled at me! He was all, what the fuck is this? What kind of guy do you think I am? I got super confused and said all we wanted was a tattoo and that we werenât picky about the location. Then he seemed to get pissed and he started tattooing Charlieâs knee and told me âthey had to matchâ so I sat down on a different table while he did mineâŚâ it was at this point that she showed you the small tattoo, âI got bitch, she got slut. I have no idea why he chose the inner knee but itâs easy enough to hide. And itâs quite the storyâŚâ
  âHoly crap, so what happened when Charlie woke up and saw the tattoo?â
  âShe wasnât happy about it. I mean who wants slut permanently on their skin? But when she saw mine, and I told her what happened, she was grateful that I didnât just leave her. She said it wouldâve been super easy to just abandon her or let her have an embarrassing tattoo on her own but the fact that I got just as embarrassing of a tattoo proved that we really were best friendsâŚâ
  âThatâs actually really sweetâ
  âItâs the most embarrassing moment of my life. No one else knows, not even Blaire or Darcy. Theyâve never seen the tattooâs. So, consider yourself luckyâŚâ She laughed and you leaned in closer to kiss her but she moved awayÂ
  âI didnât mean..â you stammered
  âNo.. I know, Iâm sorry. I just⌠tell me something about you,â she quipped, âI donât know anything about you. Other than youâre a goalieâŚâ
  âProfessional goalieâ you clarified and she nodded with a small smile
  âRight. For any team I might know?â she asked and here was the moment you were dreading. You had never tried to hide the fact that you were The Leafs goaltender before but youâd also never been faced with a situation where someone in Toronto didnât recognize you. Being a 6â4â red-headed goalie in the NHL often meant you got recognized wherever you went. But when you realized she didnât know you or the guys, you didnât want her view of you to change. The night was going so well and telling her this could go one of two ways; either she hangs all over you, changing the way sheâd been acting all night, or she acts like itâs no big deal. You were really hoping for the latter⌠âFreddie?â Her voice rang through to you and you realized you hadnât said anything in about a minute
  âSorry,â you smiled awkwardly, âTorontoâŚâ
  âWhat?â she said confused
  âIâm the Leafs goaltenderâŚâ
  âOh..â she said quietly, looking at her empty glass before looking back up at you, âwow.â You werenât sure how to respond to her almost lack of response, forcing you to lean back against the couch and sigh to yourself, âIâm sorry,â she said finally, laughing a little, âthatâs probably not what you were looking for. Iâve never met a professional athlete before and I donât really know.. the protocol? Plus, I grew up a Habs fan, so my brother would kill me if he knew I was talking and drinking with a LeafâŚâ You let out a sigh of relief before laughing at her words
  âThereâs no protocol, just talk like we were already talking. No need to bring up workâŚâ
  âYou wanna dance?â she asked, placing her glass on the side table as you agreed, following her to a clearing just past your intertwined group of friends. There wasnât a lot of space to dance and, in hindsight, it might have been better to find a spot on the patio to dance. But there was a group of people dancing so itâs not like it was something you shouldnât do and the music was high energy, making you think that they wanted people to dance and have a good time. You and (Y/N) were laughing at how equally out of sync you were with the music before she eventually wrapped her arms around your shoulders to sway with you; you spun her around a few times, causing her to laugh brightly and bump into you on her return. The only trouble came when (Y/N)âs friends came over with the guys to dance near the two of you and they got really animated, mockingly singing along to the songs and grinding on each other.
  âIâm sorry about themâŚâ (Y/N) apologized for her friends, her arms still around your shoulders and you looked down at her with a smile
  âItâs okay, theyâre having fun.â You were surprised when she pulled you with her as she backed away from the group to continue you dancing. She twirled once and laughed when she lost her footing, just missing bumping into someone and you pulled her into you to catch her from falling; her eyes locking onto yours as the music seemed to beg for your lips to touch.Â
  âAHHHâ she let out a breathless scream as a stranger had spilled his cold drink down her back
  âWatch it bitchâ he yelled at her and you tried to push past (Y/N) to challenge him but when she apologized quietly, you let it go.
  âAre you okay?â you asked
  âIâm fine, donât worry. Iâm just gonna go see if I can dry some of this with the hand dryerâ she laughed, walking toward the bathroom; you stood near the door, waiting for her to come out.
  âFred, sheâll be fine. Come wait by the bar,â Willy called to you, âwant a drink?â You hesitantly went to the bar to join the group, ordering a beer when you got there. It wasnât long before you noticed the guy who spilled his drink on (Y/N) whispering with his friends and you couldnât help but think that they were planning something. When Auston noticed you staring, he followed your line of sight
  âFreddieâŚâ he yelled to you, âwhatâs up?â you didnât answer, instead kept your gaze locked on them when you heard the door open and noticed (Y/N) come out; stepping in front of her before another drink could be spilled on her.
  âFreddieâŚâ you heard (Y/N) whisper from behind you
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  âWell thatâs not the wet t-shirt we wanted to seeâŚâ the group of drunk guys laughed and you noticed Freddieâs jaw clench; you grabbed his arm to stop him from starting a fight but it really didnât do much since your touch was so light
  âYou think youâre funny?â he yelled, closing the gap between the two of them
  âActually, yeah, I think Iâm hilariousâ the guy counteredÂ
  âWhy donât we see how funny it is when it happens to you.â It was meant to be threatening but it didnât really have the effect that Freddie wanted and you could see him getting frustrated when the guys laughed him off
  âWhat are you gonna do about it, Ed Sheeran?âÂ
  âThat the best you got?â
  âI hear Gingers have no souls. That true?â
  âSounds like you wanna find out.â
  âCome at me broâ
  âFreddie itâs not worth it, okay, theyâre drunk. Just leave itâŚâ you tried
  âNow that Iâm looking at her, Iâm not sure I really wouldâve wanted to see her titsâ one of the guys laughed, another one chiming in right afterÂ
  âMe either, guess we dodged a bulletâŚâ The group of guys were met by a fit of laughter from each other and Freddie smiled sarcastically at them before looking at you to gauge your reaction. You werenât sure what he took from the look on your face but you hoped that you were portraying a look that said âplease donâtâÂ
  âYouâre a real group of bros arenât ya?â he said sternly and the guys seem to stick up their chins, âI bet you make all the girls swoon, you know, when you try?â You werenât entirely sure where this was headed, and you could tell his friends didnât either, so you kept your hand on his arm, âI bet most of you are single, huh?â
  âBy choiceâ the group grunted and Freddie laughedÂ
  âNot by your choice though, right?â he mocked, âsee, when you donât respect women, women donât respect you⌠And you, my friends, need to learn some respectâ
  âWhat do you expect us to do, Grandpa? Apologize,â one of the guys laughed, âIâm sorry your chick is such a bitch and a cow but she should really make space--â His speech was cut short by Freddie punching him square in the eye and you let out a gasp and tried to stop him from going too farÂ
  âFreddie STOP!â you yelled but the guy hit back, connecting with Freddieâs face, and it took all of your strength to drag Freddie away before security kicked you all out
  âBACK OFF, YOU FUCKING GIANT!â the one yelled
  âTough guy canât take a fucking hit huh? Whatâs wrong, bro?â Freddie taunted. You were beginning to panic when Blaire motioned to the door, signalling she had called an Uber
  âFreddie, please, letâs just go. PleaseâŚâ you begged, still pulling on his arm. He looked back at you and realized what he must look like to you. He followed you out of the bar to the line of cars lined along the sidewalk and you tried to find the Uber that was waiting for Blaire.
  âItâs this one love,â Blaire called out to you and Freddie, talking to the driver while the two of you made your way to the car. Blaire confirmed your address with the driver and gave you a hug goodbye as you got into the car with Freddie. It was quiet for a bit, so much so that your driver turned on the music to lessen the awkward silences; forcing you to look at Freddie with a smile. You noticed his fists were still clenched and his eye was cut.
  âHere, let me take a look at you,â you said softly, shifting your body to face him, pulling his face closer to yours gently, âdoes it hurt?â
  âNo,â his voice was harsh and you thought that maybe he didnât want to be touched, so you eased back, âIâm sorry you had to see me like that. I just hated the way they were talking about youâŚâ
  âTheyâre just dumb boys who had way too much to drinkâŚâÂ
  âBut they shouldnât have talked like that. Itâs not okayâŚâ He grabbed your hand, turning his body to you, âare you okay?â
  âIâm fine. Thank you,â you smiled, almost to yourself, âfor defending me. Itâs funny, you know, me and Darcy talked about this a couple days agoâŚâ
  âTalked about what?â
  âShe asked me what I would do if two guys ever fought over meâŚâ you giggled, looking back at Freddie, âyeah this isnât the exact thing she was thinking of, but itâs pretty closeâŚâ
  âAnd you told herâŚ?â
  âI said I didnât think Iâd be into it. Itâs too much âpeacockingâ for me,â you admitted but when you saw Freddieâs face fall, you tried to explain, âI didnât think it would be fighting over me to defend me, if that makes sense? I thought if two guys were fighting over me, it would be something⌠else⌠Iâm not really sure what. But I donât know, I liked that you stuck up for me. You didnât have to, especially if it meant getting into a fist fight, but I appreciate itâŚâ
  âI couldnât just let it happen without at least trying to make it rightâŚâ he whispered, âI guess I shouldâve known it wouldnât end wellâ
  âEh, whatâs one small cut?â you smiled, examining the mark on his eyebrow, noticing the skin around it begin to purple. It wasnât long after that you were dropped off at your apartment building
  âCan I just order an Uber and youâll accept my ride? Does that work?â Freddie asked the driver
  âHold on, wait,â you said abruptly, âwhat are you doing?â
  âGetting a ride home?â
  âYouâre not coming to say goodnight?â you pouted and watched as Freddie exited the car slowly; the Uber driving off without hesitation, knowing Freddie wasnât in need of his services; a small smile dancing on your lips. You took Freddieâs hand and led him to the door of your building, laughing when you stumbled occasionally on seemingly nothing, trying not to disturb your neighbours but fearing that you were most likely failing.Â
  âHow much farther?â Freddie chuckled from behind you, placing his large hands on either side of your waist to steady you, âshould I be carrying you?â
  âNo no, itâs just a little further..â you said, âunless you want to carry me?â The smile that arose on your face was mirrored quickly on Freddieâs and he jokingly leaned down to pick you up, forcing a loud squeal to escape you and you quickly covered your mouth in embarrassment. When you finally got to your apartment, you turned your key slowly, unsure of how the night would proceed, and gestured for Freddie to come inside once you were in. You noticed him wander around your apartment, looking at the pictures on the walls and the many decorative throw pillows strewn over your couches and chairs, before finally taking a seat
  âSo, I take it you like pillows?â he joked, making you smile from the kitchen where you stood filling two glasses of waterÂ
  âI get it from my Mom I thinkâŚâ you admitted, âshe always put out two or three Christmas pillows on every couch in the house during the holidays and then she started finding really punny ones for Halloween, so the whole house was practically bursting in pillows by the time I turned 10. She gave me a couple but I ended up getting some for my dorm anyway, before I moved in here two years ago. When I unpacked I noticed that I had more pillows than couch space.â You laughed uncomfortably as you sat next to Freddie, angling your body until your knees just barely brushed his and waited for him to speak
  âI like them. It makes the space feel⌠homey. Cozy.â He smiled to which you responded brightly, claiming thatâs exactly what you were going for. The two of you burned through a few topics rather quickly, laughing here and there when he told you about an ex girlfriend in Denmark and you told him how much your brother used to torment you, regardless of you being the older sibling. You sobered up after the numerous glasses of water youâd had but you didnât want the night to end or, rather, Freddie to leave. Carefully, you moved closer to him as to not startle the situation but you also didnât want to push your luck; thinking maybe youâd embarrassed yourself so much tonight that any sudden actions may cause Freddie to think lowly of you. To your surprise, he moved his arm to the back of your couch, allowing you to move even closer to him and your heart began to race; having gone all night without having his lips grasp yours shocked you and, you thought to yourself, it was about time to right that wrong.
  You wanted to push forward into him but, for some unknown reason, your head told you to stop, as if to say, âbe a lady, (Y/N), donât be desperateâŚâ It seemed to discourage your thoughts on allowing the night to proceed the way you expected it to. Freddie, it seemed, did not approve of this as he wanted the kiss and the expectation of the night as much as you did; however, he seemed to gauge your uncertainty and moved slowly towards your lips, pushing you closer to him by pressing his hand on your back, between your shoulder blades; his breath was warm as it brushed across your skin and through your hair, suddenly his hands were on your hips and yours had snaked up to linger on his neck. You couldnât control your breathing anymore and the heat in your face must clearly be showing now, this waiting was becoming painful and, unintentionally, you moaned Freddieâs name, leading him to finally brush his lips against yours lightly; his tongue eventually finding yours and dancing with it slowly.
  It wasnât long before the kissing became harsh and much more sloppy, encouraging you to straddle Freddie; your hands lingering on his chest while you returned to capture his lips and continue dancing your tongue alongside his. When Freddieâs large hands gripped your hips tightly, likely leaving bruises on your delicate skin, your hands snapped to the back of his head to pull at his loose ginger curls. His lips travelled from your lips to your collarbone and hesitant moans escaped your throat as your nails dug into Freddieâs shoulders, marking his skin with small crescent moons underneath his shirt; moving him to lift you up and carry you through your apartment until he found an open door, not caring whether there was a bed in it or not. Heâd just as soon place you gently on the floor or up against the wall if there was no mattress.
  âMmmâ you hummed before directing him into the right room where he climbed onto your bed with you still wrapped tightly around his body until you felt the fabric of your duvet underneath you. Quickly, your hands found the hem of Freddieâs t-shirt, passing the soft fabric between your fingers for a few seconds before pushing it up, forcing Freddie to lift his arms to allow the shirt to move above his head and, subsequently, onto the floor.
  âDo you have a condom?â He breathed into your ear as he continued kissing your neck and you honestly couldnât remember. The last time you had sex was in January, just before winter break had ended and you were forced to return to classes.
  âUhmmâŚâ you hummed nervously, tracing circles on his chest before he caught your eye and asked if something was wrong, to which you assured him everything was fine but, âweâll have to search the apartment.. but that might ruin the mood..â Freddie pursed his lips and studied your eyes silentlyÂ
  âWhat are you thinking?â he asked you and you just smiled before pressing your lips back onto his
  âJust that I like the way your lips taste,â you kissed him once more, âand the way they feel across my skin. And I wonder how the rest of you would feel against the rest of meâŚâ
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