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moonbaby26 · 3 years ago

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Title: Epiphany

Pairing: Peter Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Continuation from previous chapter. Finally back in the U.S., you and Peter get a mini shopping trip with the others, where you get a special gift for him. Followed by your ride back alone together to his house near D.C. and an abrupt introduction to his family.

Warnings: Mostly just more fluff. Bit of a dysfunctional family implied. Not proofread too well as I didn’t have much free time left and wanted to get this posted.

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You were groggy, legs stiff as you’d finally made it out of that plane. Honestly, when this was all said and done you’d be happy to not travel again for a very long time.

But the important thing was that you were home. Well, sort of. You were getting a lot closer anyway. McGuire air force base in New Jersey was bustling with activity as you’d all been shuffled around after landing.

Moira had said goodbye, staying here to work some more as it seemed this had become a temporary east coast operations point for more than just the air force. But she’d arranged it so you all could take a van off base together to find the nearest rental car lot.

Which that was when you really started feeling this was your last chance to inwardly practice whatever your speech was going to be to Xavier. You were going to volunteer to drive Peter home, splitting off from the others when they’d no doubt be heading north for New York.

The van hadn’t been the most comfortable thing in the world either as you’d all piled into it with Hank driving. Moira had told the Professor to just leave it after you all got something else rented, and that someone from the base would come and get it later.

Besides a little shared complaining from the group about being continually shoved into one thing after another lately, helicopters, to jets, to aircraft carriers, and now this, there wasn’t really too much said though. That silence likely somewhat due to jet lag as well. But when Xavier had signaled to Hank to stop after seeing a bank you were about to pass, that’s when Peter seemed to perk back up.

And by the time this older van had clunked its way into the parking lot and come to a stop, Peter was on the verge of fully laughing.

“What?” Ororo finally asked, Peter sitting between her and you both here in the back of the van.

“Nothing.” Peter respond just as quickly, though still seeming far too entertained as Raven had helped Xavier out of the van and back into his wheelchair before the two of them had gone inside the bank together.

You and Ororo just exchanged an odd glance, before Jean revealed the answer all too easily. “Peter thinks we’d make a terrible cast for a heist movie. He’s thinking about robbing the bank and imagining a poorly executed role for all of us.”

“Hey!” Peter complained. “You really don’t play fair. I think about a lot of things without actually do-”

“Seriously?” Scott asked, looking back at you all.

“Oh, come on. One eye beam and the vault would crack like an egg.” Peter retorted, “Do you guys not ever daydream?”

“About crime?” You questioned.

“I did give the kid his markers back didn’t I?” Peter asked.

“What kid?” Hank looked back as well.

“Oh, except this one.” Peter pulled out the dark blue marker that’d still been stashed in his pocket. “The kid still had a light blue one anyway. He’ll live. You guys need to sign my cast!”

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The Professor had apparently recognized that bank as one he had some accounts with, and you’d assumed he had gone in to withdraw some spending money for the remainder of the trip.

But when Hank drove you all to a nearby department store next instead of continuing on straight to the rental car lot that had been the supposed goal the entire time, you were surprised. Even more so when the Professor had called for you, Jean, Kurt, and Ororo specifically.

“I know this isn’t much,” Charles explained, before passing each of the four of you a small amount of cash. “But the staff staying with the displaced students at the motel did already take them shopping for at least some bare necessities. You deserve the same until we can provide better.”

It was still entirely generous and unexpected though as you’d all exited the van, then fully understanding the point of this additional pit stop. With the destruction of the mansion, and with Ororo not even being from here, the four of you now had not a single possession to your names except the Air Force issued clothing you’d left the aircraft carrier with.

Scott and Peter were a little bit different story, Scott was expected to go back home with his parents for a while and no doubt everything he still had there, and Peter having lost nothing really except the one outfit that had burnt up in the jet’s crash in Egypt.

But you knew a little better of how he felt about that, not missing the way Peter was already eyeing things as the two of you had split off from the rest of the group once entering the department store.

Your only real goal was at least getting a comfortable pair of tennis shoes to replace the awful boots they’d given you and a couple pairs of jeans, some t-shirts, socks, and underwear. Just the very minimum, that was fine for you.

You tried to be quick, knowing it was still a little unfair to make Peter just watch you shop when he could take nothing for himself. Albeit, you doubted much here was really his style anyway.

You did half expect him to give you a harder time as well on your own choices, but found him quite distracted as you’d walked back and forth looking at one rack then another of clothes.

Finally you realized why, catching him still lingering at a glass display case you’d already passed more than once as you then circled back to him with a bit of clothing in your arms.

As you came up to stand beside him, you looked down to see the multiple men’s watches all glinting up in the light from beneath the glass.

You smiled, putting two and two together easily enough as you glanced back to him and that clearly longing expression on his face. “Which one do you like?”

He blinked, just seeming to realize your attention was back on him then as he tried to look nonchalant. “Nah, it’s okay. I’m not going to steal it if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“That wasn’t what I was thinking.”

“It’s what Mr. Smiley over there, the store detective was thinking.” Peter commented a little more quietly, just motioning his eyes to a man standing off to the side.

The man didn’t look “smiley” at all of course, appearing to consider the same display of pants over and over as he’d pick one size up and then put it back down as if he wasn’t watching you both.

You chose to ignore the stranger, just reiterating back to Peter instead. “Come on, which one do you want?”

You could see by the tags that they weren’t exactly cheap, but certainly weren’t Rolex’s either. This was doable.

But Peter only met eyes with you again. “Seriously, I can get one later. I’ll live.”

His old watch had been destroyed. And you hadn’t forgotten what importance it had to him. “That wasn’t the point.” Already deciding you were sure about this, you dug back into your pocket, pulling out money and putting it on the glass in front him.

“I’m going to go put some of these clothes back, get somebody’s attention to come open the case for you.”

He stared, trying to turn around to stop you, but you were already out of his reach as you smiled, just disappearing back behind some nearby clothing racks.

You intentionally took longer than necessary as well as you did put back enough of the clothes to make up for the money you’d given him. You wanted to make sure he really did follow through with having them get one of the watches out before you’d come anywhere near again.

It took a while, but he must have finally relented, unable to resist the temptation, and reinforcing your thought that he really had seen one he especially wanted as you’d finally wandered over once more just as the saleswoman had been handing it over to him.

She rang it up then and there at the counter as he’d immediately put it on that empty spot on his left wrist.

Curious, you’d tried to get a better look at which one he’d picked, moving closer before he suddenly swung his right arm out, catching you around the shoulders and pulling you even closer even with the awkwardness of his crutch still under that arm.

You felt a warm kiss planted just as fast on your cheek before you could respond. The saleswoman giving you both an odd look as Peter only grinned to you. “Thanks, babe. I’ll make it up to you at some point. Promise.”

You moved slightly, not really caring about the money or the stares of any of the store staff as you still tried to get a look at the watch, grabbing his hand. “Well which one did you get?”

He let you take his hand easily, grasping his fingers around your own in return as he tilted his wrist to let you get a good view. “Check it out, digital face, but it counts seconds and hundredths of a second. And you can change it to stopwatch mode too. Also water resistant to 100 meters...though not quite sure when I’d need that.”

“Jean said the motel the others were staying at has a pool,” You commented lightly, though still looking at the bright, silver colored metal watch band and face. “Quicksilver.” You added absently, reading the model name also etched there.

He paused, “What did you say?”

“Oh, the pool? Jean said the Professor mentioned that, though he still is looking for some place less rundown-”

“No, what you said after.”

“Huh?” You glanced back up.

“Quick what?”

“Oh.” You realized, turning your hand which was still holding his so the etching would better face him as well. “That must be the model.”

He must have not even noticed until that point, also reading it then. But he pulled you in even a little closer then as he leaned his head against yours, seeming to contemplate something.

“What?” You asked.

“I think I just had a...hell, what do you call them? Epitaph?”

Your eyebrows raised, looking at him in real confusion then. “Um...like on a gravestone?”

“No, no.” He was still trying to find the word. “Dammit, when the light bulb goes off you know...like something hits you and it’s awesome!”

“Epiphany?” You questioned after another moment, though still highly unsure of where this was going.

“Yes! Totally!” He let go of your hand then, before giving an awkward high five as you hadn’t been expecting it.

But you were still thoroughly confused, even as the saleswoman had now excused herself, gladly wandering off to assist other customers. And even the store detective just coughed somewhere in the distance, finding you both no longer a theft threat as much as just just two more weird young people he was not going to ever understand.

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If anyone noticed that the amount of things you rang up were visibly less than what Jean, Ororo, and Kurt had gotten, no one said anything.

Soon enough you were all back in the van again, but Peter kept admiring the watch still. The odd beep and chime going off on it every now and then as he played with its functions.

It was evident enough, that even the Professor finally looked back at him. Which Peter noticed as well just grinning. “I didn’t steal it.” He proclaimed proudly.

“I know you didn’t,” Xavier answered, but then giving you an odd look next.

You tried to smile back, but weren’t sure if this might now be the time to bring up your plan or not with the Professor’s attention on you. Yet before you could think to say anything more, Peter just added happily. “Oh, and Prof., if you do reboot the X-Men, I’m Quicksilver. So I call dibs on that, the rest of you will have to think of your own stuff. Though I’m pretty creative, I can help for maybe a small fee if you need inspiration.”

“Seriously?” You answered, just turning your head to look at Peter then.

But you were even more surprised when Xavier actually looked impressed for a moment. “Quicksilver? Hmm. An old nickname for liquid mercury. Which of course in the Roman pantheon, Mercury was also the god of trickery, thieves, and often depicted with wings on his feet as the fastest of the gods. He-”

“Uh.” Peter interrupted. “I was more thinking that my hair is silver and I’m quick. Also this badass watch (Y/N) bought me says that on it. But that god stuff is cool too I guess.”

You heard Raven about snort laughing as the Professor’s thoughtful expression quickly faded. “Fair enough.”

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By the time you did reach the rental car lot, you tried to get Xavier’s attention before he could go inside the rental office with Raven. You almost jogged up to him actually, that worried about missing your chance.

Yet as you reached him, you saw him wave Raven off, telling her he would be just a moment. She only shrugged, walking ahead inside.

Before you could even open your mouth though, he just gave you another curious look. “You know, for all your worrying about this, it’s the ride home that I’m more concerned about. You realize from Washington D.C. back to New York, that’s going to be about a five hour drive all on your own.”

You don’t know why you felt any surprise. Honestly it was more of a relief though that you didn’t have to explain everything from scratch. Having a psychic as a father figure had its benefits at times, if otherwise you felt you would have difficulty communicating something.

“I promise I’ll call as soon as I get to Peter’s and again when I leave?” You offered with hope.

“I’d really feel better if you had one of the others to ride back with...” He countered, but giving a sympathetic look. “You know, of all my students, I just...you really are one of the last I’d expect to befriend him this way. And I say that with me actually being quite fond of him. Though admittedly I did think him just a pain in the arse when I first met him. I didn’t have my powers then though to see any deeper. So it wasn’t the best first impression to be honest.”

You both glanced over at Peter who now seemed preoccupied with playing with those stolen sunglasses as he just chatted with the others. He’d agreed to let you plea the case to Xavier on your own, thinking you could probably be the more sincere and convincing of the two of you.

“I think he’d really like to come to the school once everything’s rebuilt,” You added, looking back to the Professor.

“Yes, I know.” Xavier agreed. “He’s really hit it off with you all. He’s enjoyed this despite everything else. It’s nice to see, really. Though...I do still worry about the inevitably of his father returning. There will still be a lot to unpack there. And Erik may not want him at the school as much as Erik’s always disagreed with some of my worldviews.”

You frowned a little, having not thought about Magneto in quite a while now. “If he cares about Peter at all though, you’d think he’d realize it’d be better for him to be somewhere he had friends. Where he’s happy...”

“One would hope.” Xavier answered, but then looking to you once more. “You’re sure about this aren’t you? Determined to make the drive back alone?”

“I mean, if anyone tried to give me trouble, I could always use my powers.” Yet you still smirked, parroting his teaching you’d heard for years. “But still as discreetly as possible of course.”

He took a breath, that concern still not leaving his expression even as he relented. “You have come a long way since that little child I met all those years ago.”

“I wasn’t that little.” You smiled, knowing full well which day he was remembering. When you’d been sitting, feeling abandoned in that airport as your real father had been explaining again this place you were being sent to in New York. Saying he’d call you all the time once you got there, all the while you knew he never would.

That’d been the first day you’d ever met Charles. When your own family was too afraid of you, when they were far happier to have you move across the country. But Xavier had flown all the way there just to share the plane ride back to New York, with your stubborn, silent self.

Abruptly you leaned down, putting your arms around the Professor’s shoulders as you hugged him. “I’m really glad you’re okay,” You said, knowing full well how close you all had come to losing him only a few days ago.

He laughed lightly, but returned the gesture even though he was a little surprised. “Or you’re just happy to get your way. Do be careful alright? Both of you.”

“I promise. Thank you.” You smiled, really meaning it before you let go of him to stand back up.

As you did so, you could see Peter looking your way. He gave a questioning expression, then turning his thumb down then up as if to ask the results.

You smirked, nodding as him thumb went up to confirm the Professor had agreed with your plan.

“Sweet!” You heard Peter exclaim from all the way over there.

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Xavier had given you the phone number to the motel in New York that the others were driving to. They’d gotten another van, though thankfully a little newer than the beaten up government one they were now leaving behind.

A car had been rented for you and Peter. A blazing red thing you now leaned against as you waited for him. You’d already said your goodbyes, which were pretty brief as you expected to see the others again soon.

You were still close enough to overhear as Peter got to Scott however. It caught your attention as you’d heard Peter’s tone change.

“Hey, man...I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry I couldn’t get your brother out.”

It was the first time you’d heard Peter talk about that specifically with Scott. But when would have been the right time?

Yet Peter kept on pretty quickly, the awkwardness obviously still there even with that hint of guilt. “If um, if I lived closer you know, or I wasn’t in this damn thing-” He’d motioned to his cast. “I’d run up there and go to the service too. I mean, I know how important siblings are...”

Scott seemed a little taken aback himself, but shook his head. “Don’t be sorry. None of it would have happened if it wasn’t for that psycho god, whatever we want to call him. And he got his. It’s all we can do.”

You could hear the little bit of waver in Scott’s voice though, and you knew the sad reality would likely be that it still wouldn’t fully hit him that Alex was truly gone until Scott was back home with his parents, and his brother was glaringly absent.

But Peter just patted him on the shoulder before walking back to you on his crutches.

His eyes were still a bit sad, but he smiled at you as he neared you. “Well, ready for a roadtrip, babe?”

“They gave us a road atlas, so I think so.” You answered, already walking to open the passenger door for him.

“Ah, maps are for suckers.” He answered, handing you his crutches so he could sit down in the seat. “Sure, it’ll look way different going so slow, but I have an excellent sense of direction.”

“Uh huh,” You responded with a healthy bit of skepticism. “We’ll see.”

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“So...we’re finally alone.” Peter said, still snacking on whatever brightly colored candy that actually was that you’d grabbed from the gas station for him.

“Sure, and going seventy miles an hour on the interstate, while I need to keep my hands on the wheel and eyes on the road to not kill us, yes.” You answered.

“It’s practically a straight line, it about drives itself.” He responded, but while just fiddling with the radio for the umpteenth time.

Every time a station went to commercial, it was clear he couldn’t handle the wait for the music to come back, only trying to find something else to listen to right away.

You finally laughed a little as he’d accidentally found some other talk show yet again.

“What?”

“I’m waiting for that dial to fall off in your hand.”

“Man, you think one of these gas stations has some cassettes or something?”

“I have no idea.”

“Hey, are you hungry yet?”

You shrugged. “I could probably eat.” The bit of food on the plane had been pretty awful. You hadn’t even finished it.

“I need to pee anyway.”

“Again?” You glanced at him. “That’s gotta be the Mountain Dew.”

“Oh yeah, that’s all gone.” He shook his empty cup, just the sound of ice jostling around in it. “I’m thinking Dr. Pepper now...and a cheeseburger. Maybe McDonalds?”

“Sure.” It really didn’t matter to you. All those fast food places were all about the same. “Golden Arches it is then...let me know if you see an exit with one and I’ll-”

“There was one.” He pointed as it went right by.

“Um...one with a little more notice please.”

“Got it. I’m on watch, captain.” He gave a little mocking salute, before pulling his sunglasses back down as if that would somehow help his focus as he stared out to all the upcoming exit signs ahead.

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He was adamant about going inside to eat instead of just going through the drive thru once you did find the next McDonalds. You wondered if he was trying to stretch out your time together a little more.

Which you would have no complaints if so, now laughing as you sat at a table inside. You’d seen the odd looks an older couple had given you as they’d come in, and Peter was fairly certain it was due to his silver hair.

“I mean I could always try a mohawk, full on punk if they think this is too weird,” He commented, pulling some of the silver bangs back in front his face as he chewed on some fries. “I still think Ororo’s is badass, but I don’t know if I have the right head shape for it. What do you think?”

“What head shape is a person supposed to have?” You asked, seriously not knowing, but still smiling.

“Of course even the best hair gel doesn’t hold up too well when I run. It probably wouldn’t stay up long.”

“Uh huh.”

“Hey, are you even listening to me or just admiring the view?” He grinned in what you were sure was supposed to be his attempt at a dashing look, albeit with a little bit of ketchup still at the corner of his mouth.

“Can’t I do both?” You answered wryly, just taking another sip of your drink.

“You gonna stay for a little bit after we get to my house?” He asked abruptly then.

“Well I wasn’t planning on just throwing you in the yard and driving away. But it is a decent drive back to New York.”

“You could spend the night.”

You quieted, that warmth rising back in your chest. But you didn’t think he meant it that way. You chose to believe that anyway.

“Well it’s not like we haven’t slept together before.” He continued.

“Slept in the same bed.” You quickly corrected. “In the same bed. With clothes on.”

He raised his eyebrows. “Semantics. And it was nice, right?”

“It was.” You admitted. But that didn’t mean the chance was going to come again anytime soon. “And semantics? Really? After trying to remember the difference between epitaph and epiphany?”

“Hey! I shine every now and then. It’s not always a swing and a miss.” He gave a pretend pouting look. “Fancy private schooler picking on a poor high school dropout, come on.”

“Well, it’s not like I’ll have much reason to study anytime soon.” You admitted. “This was a really dramatic way to get out of my organic chemistry final.”

And he really did look pleased at that. “So you’ll have plenty of time to hang out with the bad influence that is Pietro once I get this cast off. You said that place had a pool right? Sounds like a party.”

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Traffic hadn’t been too terrible the rest of the way. And you’d only gotten turned around a couple times, despite his self proclaimed excellent sense of direction.

Even though you knew it’d been hours, it didn’t feel that way at all. You both mostly just talking about whatever, or even when it was quiet, just listening to the music he chose.

It wasn’t all even rock music to your surprise. He seemed to like just about everything. But when you recognized a song as a favorite of your own, you did notice how his excitement grew a little. You wondered how often if at all he’d really gotten to share that love of music with anyone else.

By the time you’d gotten off the interstate again and the roads started to get smaller and smaller, you knew you must be getting close even before you started to see houses here and there.

“Hey, woah up for a second,” He said raising his hand abruptly.

You did so, but only gently pulling to a stop on the side of the street to not block any other traffic as you looked over at him.

Not that there were any other cars. You thought maybe you saw someone walking their dogs in the distance.

But he didn’t say anything for a moment, just taking his sunglasses off again as he turned his head to meet your gaze.

“What?” You asked as another song started on the radio. It was slow, but you thought you’d heard it somewhere before.

“It’s just around the corner.” He looked almost sad for a moment though, before suddenly smiling again. “My house I mean. You’re going to come inside, right?”

“Well...yeah, as long as that’s okay with your Mom anyway.” But even as you answered, a new bit of nervousness found you. What if she blamed you when she saw he’d been hurt though? Would she think you or your friends were dangerous? You’d never thought of that until this moment actually.

You blinked when you felt his hand touch your face, drawn back out of your thoughts as that song continued on in the background.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked then.

But you just tilted your head slightly in question. It’s not like he’d ever truly asked before. Though you could never really tease someone for wanting continued permission.

And was he nervous too? Knowing he was about to be home again and that this would be over, at least for the time being?

You unbuckled your seatbelt easily enough, leaning across the center console as he did the same.

The kiss was soft though as you closed your eyes. His hand moved gently behind your neck as he held you in close. It felt just as good as the times before.

But you knew there wasn’t much more either of you could do now. You both had to go home.

He was the one that finally pulled back, just looking at you contentedly for a moment before he shifted fully back into his seat.

“You know, my Mom’s going to think I’m full of shit if I say I made any friends...and more than a friend too.”

“You can call me whatever you want, whatever you’re comfortable with,” you said honestly. It’d just be easier, because you didn’t know what was right or wrong either.

Whatever happened, you were just grateful for what you’d already had. How could you not be?

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The black mailbox with Maximoff lettered on the side came up soon enough as you pulled carefully into the driveway, before throwing the transmission into park and killing the ignition.

It was a neat little house, with hedges on the side of the property line and some white patio furniture you could just see up a small incline with decorative stones leading up to it.

The house was also directly across from a public green space with jogging or walking paths weaving between several trees it looked like. Which was a little amusing as you wondered if Peter ever used them.

After you’d gotten out, you rounded around the back of the car, pulling Peter’s crutches from the backseat. He’d already opened the passenger door and stood up as well, before you realized the front door of the house was also opening.

“Peter!” You heard a woman call, and you looked up to see a little bit older woman with dark blond hair now rushing down the steps.

Her arms flung around him as soon as she got close enough, holding him like that for only a moment before she pulled back away. “They wouldn’t tell me anything! Those assholes in the suits, whoever they were! They wouldn’t even tell me where you were-” She looked down, “God, your leg, are you hurt anywhere else?” But then just as quickly her eyes were on his face again, critically, “He did it, didn’t he? I told you! I told you he would hurt you and you don’t listen, this whole time I haven’t slept, do you know that!?”

“Mom!” Peter finally exclaimed, trying to get a word in, as he grabbed her shoulders. “They were CIA, I just told them to tell you I was okay. It hasn’t exactly been a breeze getting back home, this was the best I could do. And it wasn’t Dad, he didn’t-”

“Like hell! Did you see San Francisco? Did you see New York City!? Buildings ripped apart, Peter! Who else could do that!? It’s all the news can talk about, he-”

“It wasn’t just him! Would you just listen for-”

“You could have been killed!” She yelled, her voice almost echoing now off the side of the house as you just stood there still holding his crutches.

You felt entirely invisible to be honest as the two of them just continued, only focused on one another in their arguing.

It was so loud actually that you didn’t even hear someone else then walking up behind you from the park across the street. You didn’t know they were there at all before their voice was almost right beside you.

“Who are you?”

You startled at the question, turning your head to see a young woman now standing there. Her eyes were dark and guarded, the very first thing you noticed honestly as you reflexively took a step back closer to the car.

“Wanda! You’re here!” You heard Peter’s voice rise again though. “A little help here please!”

But Peter’s mother only kept on. “You leave your sister out of this! She’s not the one that ran off after a sociopath and disappeared for days!”

“He’s our father!” He yelled back.

Yet the girl with the long auburn hair kept her attention on you for another moment. “Well whoever you are, you’re probably going to regret coming here.”

You could only remain silent though after that as she just walked on to her mother and brother.

She hugged Peter abruptly, working her way between the two even in their fighting. “I knew you were alright. I could still feel you, even though Mom didn’t believe me. But that doesn’t mean you aren’t an idiot.”

Peter seemed to calm some at Wanda’s touch though, just responding. “You have no idea. I punched a god in the face. It’s a long story.”

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(Continued in next chapter here.)

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thebeethathums · 6 years ago

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Observers - 51

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

John pretty much expected his phone to ring sometime in the near future, what he didn’t expect was for the person on the other end to be Sherlock, “Can (F/n) dance?” “Umm… Not particularly, no. She’s pretty decent at salsa and the tango-something about the music-… and I’ve seen her do a bearable very basic waltz but other than that she’s awful. Doesn’t keep her from doing so but really… just complete rubbish.” Sherlock hung up on John so he didn’t have to deal with his questions, having already gotten the information he needed, and strode across the street to the small dance club. It wasn’t hard to find you since both you and Gabriel weren’t exactly shy, dancing openly near the center of the floor, and for a moment, Sherlock did what a number of other people were already doing and tucked himself off the side to watch. He’d never been so bombarded with emotions in his entire life and, while normally he would have found this either interesting and taken extensive notes or immensely annoying that he couldn’t reign in his feelings, at this moment he was so far beyond that that all he could manage was jealousy. For the first time in his life this wasn’t about experimenting or studying human behavior, it was just simple raw emotion.

It took him a while to tear his eyes away from you- the way your hips were moving was entrancing and he was beginning to feel hot and short of breath. Then there was the smile on your face- it could have lit up the whole room it was so bright and uninhibited. He’d only seen you smile like that a few times before but every time it managed to unwittingly bring a smile to his own face. This time though, his face quickly fell into a frown because that smile was directed towards the suave looking Spaniard in front of you, his hands wandering over your various curves as he spun you and your lilting laugh mingled with the upbeat rhythms and punctuating brass notes.

Had Sherlock been a more impulsive and base man, he would have very quickly ended the scene with a series of quick but forceful blows to Gabe’s nose, jaw… and possibly throat. Fortunately, he was not. He clenched his hands tightly as his natural instincts screamed at him to do something, setting his jaw and forcing himself to tackle this like he did everything else, with precision and logic. You startled badly when Gabe spun you and you ran directly into Sherlock a few feet away, blinking up at him confusedly for a second and then letting out an exasperated sigh, “What are you doing here, Sherlock?” “You stopped responding to my texts” “I’m on a date.” “It was an emergency.” Gabe slid up behind you, wrapping a protective arm around your waist with a serious frown, “Is everything alright here, mi hermosa?”

You turned from glaring at Sherlock to press a calming hand on Gabe’s chest, offering him a reassuring smile, “Everything is fine, Gabe. I know him.” You gave Sherlock a look that told him he had better behave or you were never going to speak to him again and he clenched his jaw, holding back the biting deductions and other viciousness that threatened to spill out of his mouth. Gabe sized up the man in front of you with a wary glare and Sherlock raised an eyebrow as he extended a hand, doing everything in his power not to just punch him and end this, “Sherlock Holmes and you are…?” “Gabriel. Gabriel Salazar.” You didn’t like where this was going so you quickly offered, “He was just lea-“ “I was just asking if I could have the next dance. You wouldn’t mind, would you?” Sherlock interjected smoothly, trying to keep his expression as amicable as possible. Gabe pursed his lips, looking between the two of you before tucking you to him tightly, “I think she’s enjoying dancing with me right now.” The music suddenly changed to the distinctive rhythm of a tango with a slight salsa twist and there were a few groans from other dancers around you as Sherlock gave the slightest of smirks, detectable only by you. Gabe huffed, blatantly ignoring Sherlock to look at you as he pushed some hair away from your face, “The tango is not my dance, Cariño. Shall we grab some drinks?” Unwilling to let this little event ruin your night, you pouted at him and ran your fingers teasingly down his chest as you leaned in a little, “But I like the tango, Gabe. Please?” You both swiveled to look at Sherlock when he hummed, “A happy coincidence. I also enjoy the tango,” before extending a hand for you, “May I?” You could see anger flash in Gabe’s eyes as his grip on you tightened protectively and you felt your own temper flare but pushed it down, patting his chest calmly, “It’s only one dance, Gabe. He and I need to have a little talk anyways.” He searched your face, worry apparent in his eyes, but you gave him a small reassuring smile so he relinquished his grip on you grumbling, “I will be right over there if you need me, Querida.” Sherlock flashed a smug smirk at your date as he stepped away and you took his still extended hand, allowing him to pull you into the close steps of the dance as you seethed, “Why are you doing this? You do know that requesting a tango in the middle of a salsa night is like a death wish, don’t you?” “Who said I requested it?” he thrummed, dipping you down as his large hand stroked down the curve of your waist. You pursed your lips and gave him a look that said don’t play games with me as you twirled away from him, glad that the dance allowed for a bit of teasing on your part. He was quick to pull you back flush against him with his forehead nearly touching yours, “Why didn’t you come home?” You faltered momentarily as his gorgeous eyes locked with yours in an intense stare and his long legs gracefully wrapped around yours in a quick succession of movements. You took the opportunity of the next move to look away as you huffed, “Nothing was wrong, Sherlock. Can’t I have one night without you being the center of my attention.” “You weren’t complaining last night,” he hummed, his nose brushing against your collarbone as he dipped you again, fitting himself against you and running a hand up your bare thigh when you bent your leg to bring your knee up to his hip. Your breath caught in your throat and you threw your leg back to force him to bring you up, cursing the intimacy of the dance. He caught your hand when you twirled away again, keeping your face turned away from him as you growled, “Why does it bother you so much, Sherlock? I’m just an experiment to you.” With a flick of his wrist, he spun you back to him, a hand at the small of your back keeping you close as he frowned at you confusedly, “I don’t understand why you are upset.” You abruptly stopped dancing, pulling away from him as you lowly fumed, “You are so bloody ignorant, you arrogant cock. I let you trick me into thinking you cared but John was right- all I am is some specimen for you to run your little tests on so you can learn more about the colloquialisms of the mushy ignorant minds of everyone who is not you.” He gaped at you for a second, mind racing to analyze what you’d just said, and you turned to look for Gabriel, storming off with Sherlock close behind, “(F/n).” He caught your wrist just as you reached a concerned looking Gabriel and you spun to snap, “I care about you, Sherlock, more than I should… but I can’t do this! You took something wonderful between two people and made it into something cold and meaningless. And now you... I’m not some plaything at your beck and call! I have feelings! I’ve already been with someone who didn’t love me, who hurt me, and I will not end up in that situation again. I deserve to be loved- to be happy!” You lost your battle against the tears and they quickly rushed the territory of your cheeks, a mix of sadness and anger filling your chest as you slapped him hard across the face and spun on your heel to leave, grabbing Gabriel’s arm as you went. You stopped short when he didn’t move, removing himself gently from your grasp to face Sherlock who for once in his life looked a little stunned. There was a sharp crack as Gabriel’s fist collided with Sherlock’s face before he turned back to you, leaving Sherlock sprawled out on the floor rubbing at his wounded jaw. He wrapped an arm around you to lead you away from everything as he whispered sweet Spanish nothings in your ear, trying to soothe you. You let him, sparing only a tearful fleeting glance over your shoulder at the man you loved before slipping out into the cool night air.

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ivashkovcharm · 5 years ago

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Eight people i’d like to get to know better.

ONE / ( ALIAS / NAME ) : garet

TWO / ( BIRTHDAY ) : december 22nd

THREE / ( ZODIAC SIGN ) : capricorn

FOUR / ( HEIGHT ) : 5′4″

FIVE / ( HOBBIES ) : writing, movies, books, pretending i have time for all of those :’)

SIX / ( FAVOURITE COLOUR ) : green and red

SEVEN / ( FAVOURITE BOOKS ) : six of crows, if we were villains, spirit bound, etc etc etc.

EIGHT / ( LAST SONG LISTENED TO ) : into the unknown by panic! at the disco

NINE / ( LAST FILM OR SHOW WATCHED ) : frozen 2

TEN / ( INSPIRATION FOR MUSE ) : well he’s been my muse since 2012 so it’s definitely crazy and i can’t seem to let go even though i have tried for nearly 2 years. anyways, we’re still here. i’m not very canon-divergent. i usually am, but i guess his story is one of those that i pretty much agree with most of the parts, except some of the details that i had to change up to be more acceptable especially to a more progressive audience. and besides, i am already divergent when i do the various alternate universes that i so love and cherish.

ELEVEN / ( STORY BEHIND URL ) : it is definitely from one of my most fave adrian quotes “being charming is my hobby.” apparently, nobody can resist the ivashkov charm. it’s not just because he’s charming as fuck tho, it’s also because of his spirit abilities that people tend to gravitate towards him or things work in his favour with little effort.

Tagged By: @mvndrvke ♥♥♥

Tagged: whoever else that would like to! @flickerbell @nosestealer @goldenalchemist @deeplovelywoods i think everyone’s been tagged so yeah just if you wanna :p

#( the nerd who can't get rid of me; mun. )

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smoochcal · 6 years ago

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numb without you (part four)

a/n: I am trying to update this series as often as I can and luckily his week my work load has not been that much but please understand if I don’t update this series every day it is purely because I am busy with school and other things not because I did not want to update. that being said, thank you so much for your constant love and support. I might change my update schedule to be that I start writing the next part when the previous part gets 25 notes because as of right now part three has 14 notes and I am sure we can get that to 25 easily if everyone who reads this sends the link to their friends or reblogs :) please please please inbox me your feedback because I would love to hear from you guys on how you like (or don’t like) my writing style and how often I update etc. once I figure out how to make a tag list I can definitely tag any of my active readers if possible. I am still quite new to posting original content on tumblr so I will also try to get a masterlist link up soon and post the previous part in the beginning of this series. thank you for your continuous support of this series and my writing and if you want to have me write something different about any of the other 5sos boys just inbox me and I will try to write a blurb based off what info you give me :) happy reading!

pairing: readerxluke

word count: 1.7 k

summary: you go to your first doctor’s appointment to get more information on what is happening, and some surprise visitors join you

playlist: numb without you by the maine, high hopes by panic! at the disco

rating: PG-13

warnings: swearing, doctor’s visit, soft soft soft

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Y/N’s POV:

Just another Monday morning, that’s all today is. Yeah you aren’t going to work, but that should be something you celebrate not sulk over. You just know that today will definitely confirm what you have suspected. You will for sure be told by your doctor that you are pregnant today in the matter of a few hours, actually. Calum said he would go with you. He’s been calling every day to check up on you. You don’t necessarily mind him checking up on you, it is just kind of weird considering you two have never really been that close. This is something Luke should be doing. You hate to compare them, but that is all you can think about right now.

Luke hasn’t talked to you since Thursday night when he found out exactly what is going on between you and Calum. You hate that you left things the way you did but you can’t really change that considering he hasn’t answered your calls or texts or multiple FaceTimes. You suppose you could go and see him at his place, but you don’t know his schedule and you hate showing up to places unannounced and uninvited. You do miss him though. More than anything. I mean the two of you are best friends. You can’t even remember the last time you and Luke had gone this long without talking to one another. And you are pretty sure that is what hurts the most. The fact that in any other circumstance he would be the one by your side through all of this. The doctor appointments, the morning sickness, the midday naps, all of it.

You shake the thought from your mind and look in your closet to find something to wear. Calum said he would meet you at the OBGYN’s office ten minutes before the scheduled appointment. That gives you twenty minutes before you have to leave your apartment. You don’t even bother to put on makeup, and you dress yourself in a pair of leggings and a flowy shirt. You aren’t showing yet, but you want to be careful just in case. Not like anyone at this kind of a doctor’s office would care if you were showing. You mainly dressed this way to give yourself some peace of mind. You brush your teeth quickly and put on a pair of tennis shoes before grabbing your car keys and heading over to meet Calum at the appointment.

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Calum’s POV:

I can’t believe him. Actually, no I can. Of course, Luke would do something like this. I know that he is her best friend or whatever, but he doesn’t get to swoop in and save the day at this doctor’s appointment. Especially not after he has spent the past four days ignoring Y/N. She doesn’t deserve that. She doesn’t deserve any of this. I was so stupid. A stupid mistake that is now going to effectively ruin both of our lives. It doesn’t matter that I’ve always had a soft spot for kids. Or that I have always had a small crush on Y/N. We aren’t going to ponder that last bit.

Anyway, here I am about to get in the car and meet Y/N at the doctor when Hemmings shows up at my doorstep waiting for me to leave my house. He gave me a whole speech on how he needs to be there for her just as much as I need to be there for the baby. Which I personally think is a load of bullshit, but he literally stood in front of my car and didn’t let me go anywhere until I let him come with me. He hasn’t returned her calls or messages, but sure he’s allowed to show up unannounced and uninvited to the first doctor’s appointment. Sure, she’s going to forgive him right on the spot like he hasn’t been a complete ass to her these past couple days when she needed him most.

He keeps flipping between the various radio stations just to add to how obnoxious he is being. I know he is supposed to be a good friend of mine and all, but I really cannot stand him this morning. He is singing along to High Hopes by Panic! at the Disco as it was on the station Luke finally landed on during his channel surfing. I’m driving fairly quick trying to get to the appointment exactly ten minutes before it starts like I told Y/N I would. I would have been perfectly on time without driving like a maniac if it wasn’t for mister save the day now sitting in my passenger seat. I wish I wasn’t so angry at him, but I honestly have every reason to be.

Finally, I pull into a parking spot and am walking up the steps of the hospital where I am supposed to meet Y/N with Luke following close behind me.

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Y/N’s POV:

You can’t believe your eyes. Calum met me at the hospital just like he promised, but what he failed to mention is that the person of the hour, Luke, would be joining us. In any other circumstance you would be elated to see Luke here, but not today. Not here, not now. You were nervous enough to see your doctor today and discuss your pregnancy but adding the stress of your situation with Luke was not helping anything.

The three of you sit awkwardly in the waiting room, waiting for one of the nurses to call you back. You know both Luke and Calum could tell that you were nervous, but neither of them wanted to help out apparently. You took a couple deep breaths and sat impatiently waiting for your name to be called. The time was crawling by and you really had to pee. You told Calum you were going to be back in a bit and left to use the bathroom. You didn’t tell Luke because you were still mad at him plus, he could probably figure it out if he used his head.

You were back in less than five minutes and right before you sat back down the nurse called you back. You quickly made your way to the door with Calum and Luke close behind you. You sat on the end of the examination table as you told the nurse your age, when you last had your period, and a bunch of other routine stuff. Once that was all documented, she left you three alone and told you that your doctor would be in soon.

“Well this is super awkward,” Luke said breaking the silence of almost three minutes.

“Wouldn’t be so awkward if you didn’t insist on tagging along,” Calum rebutted, his snarky tone obviously getting under Luke’s skin.

“Would you two quit already? Yeah, it’s awkward but you two aren’t helping how I feel in this situation at all. Now either shut up or quit being mean to one another because whether you like it or not you are both here together to support me and this baby even if a certain SOMEONE did not apologize for the way he lashed out at me last week,” you respond, clearly upset with the both of them.

As soon as you end your little speech and Luke starts to open his mouth the doctor knocks on the door and enters the room. She goes over your chart and asks if you have started experiencing any morning sickness which luckily you have not. She asks a couple other questions before she has you go into the bathroom to get a urine sample. She already thinks you are pregnant, but she wants the lab results to confirm this.

Once you give the lab technician your sample, she runs it through the system. By the time you get back to the examination room the results are in. The doctor announces that your test results confirm your pregnancy and asks you to lay down on the exam table and lift up your shirt for your first ultrasound. You are nervous but Calum sits next to you and squeezes your hand. Luke stands at the other end of the room so he could still see the monitor but also, so he is not in the way of anything.

The gel is cool on your stomach which was to be expected but it still caused a couple goosebumps to form along your arms. Usually an ultrasound isn’t routine for your first visit, but you were expected to be far enough along that you could have one done right away. The doctor slowly moved the wand over the gel on your abdomen and watched the monitor to see what you guys were working with. Finally, after what seems like an hour of searching a little image shows up on the monitor. What looks like nothing more than a dark grey blob will soon be a tiny baby in your arms.

The doctor announces that your baby is that blob on the screen and immediately you feel your eyes leak out a couple of salty tears. You were never one to be overly emotional, but you couldn’t help it. That is your baby on the screen. Yours and Calum’s baby. Calum squeezes your hand a little tighter and Luke smiles as all of your eyes are glued to the screen in front of you. The doctor asks if any of you want pictures from the ultrasound to take home with you even though you can’t see much. The three of you nod your heads almost simultaneously which makes her smile and she grabs them for you and tells you about the prenatal supplements you should start taking along with explaining what you should expect from now until the next time you are in her office.

On your way home from the office, Luke asks if he can ride with you. You are about to say you don’t think that is the best idea when Calum gives you a Luke that basically tells you to hear him out. You sigh but decide to listen to Calum’s advice assuming that it would probably be easier on Calum anyway to have some alone time without Luke for once. You walk to your car with Luke trailing behind you as you tell Calum you will meet him back at your apartment. You open your car door and sit down before Luke sighs and starts his lengthy apology.

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aboysbestfriendishismum · 6 years ago

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Chapter 52 - Deer, dog tags and microwaves

In the previous chapter: Angie agrees to go out with Dave. Eddie keeps calling to talk to her and she has to spill the beans and tell Meg what happened in San Diego, she also tries to explain her point of view on the matter and why she's avoiding him. Grace and Meg planned to spend the evening together at Meg's place. Eventually Grace remains alone in the apartment for a few minutes and that's when Stone calls. Gossard is tender as always with her and she almost seems intimidated by his behaviour. Grace speaks to Eddie too and since she doesn't know about the kiss between Angie and him, she decides to shake things up a little and make him jealous by telling him about Angie going out with Dave that night. Eddie takes it really bad. Grace thinks her plan worked until she tells Meg and finds out where Angie and Eddie are really at. Once Angie comes back home the girls finally have her call Eddie and tell him the truth. Angie confronts Eddie and reveals Dave has just started dating Jennifer, L7's bassplayer, and she simply went to one of their concerts with him so he wouldn't go alone and feel awkward. Eddie apologizes to Angie and confesses what he feels for her in a way he never managed to do before. Angie's friends hear it all since they forced her to put him on speakerphone.

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Strong fragrance used in perfumery. Four letters. Starts with an M. Magnolia! No, it's eight. Mango... Mandarine... Ugh what the fuck? I strangely managed to put my hands on the copy of the Seattle Times that sometimes we happen to buy before Angie, so she hasn't done the crossword yet. But now I guess I'll have to ask my friend for help because I don't know how to go on.

“So, what was I saying? Oh yeah, I turn up at the table, usual protocol greeting with smile incuded, I ask the woman what she's having and she asks, literal words, a cheeseburger without chees and some fries” the door of her bedroom is open, I cautiously look inside and see her on the phone. Of course I already know who she's talking to. Since that night when Grace and I managed to convince her to call poor Eddie, there have been lots more calls, every day. Unfortunately not on speakerphone. Fuck, when he was there spilling his heart all out to Angie, Grace and I melted in sighs and aaaaaws and Vedder almost caught us. Am I nosey? Yes. I meddle in other people's love life to avoid thinking of the disaster which is mine? Yes, I do. Am I also genuinely happy things are going great for my friend as she deserves though? I am!

“Wait. I'm just standing there, kind of confused for how she spoke, then I reply: great, I'll take you the Go-go meal with hamburger + fries + medium drink for $ 4,99. Well, basically she doesn't even let me finish talking and says: No, no, I don't want a hamburger. I want a cheeseburger with no cheese” Angie rocks left and right on the swivel chair as she listens her sweetheart's answer with a big smile on her face.

“Exactly! Hahaha same thing I told her: So... you mean... a hamburger, madam? NO! She says, very bitterly. I said I don't want any hamburger, I asked for a simple cheeseburger with no cheese! I swear she was yelling, I was so ashamed for me but for her too” Angie rotates a little more on her chair, sees me and nods at me.

“I didn't bat an eyelid and said: So you wanna pay one dollar more for a cheeseburger but you want it without the cheese?” Angie and I burst our laughing together as I enter her room, then she goes on “Yes, that's the point, 'cause the Cheeseburger menu costs more, that's the most absurd thing! If I take an order as cheeseburger, even if I tell the guys in the kitchen not to put cheese in it, it'll still be considered as a cheeseburger. Well, you know what, this bitch widens her eyes to me and goes like: Yes, exactly! Was it so difficult for you to understand? Ahahah yeah, I told you, she was a bitch!”

“The customer's always right!” I state as I sit on her bed.

“Hey, you and Meg said the same thing almost at the same time! Anyway, since the customer's always right and this woman had just basically told me I was an idiot, whereas she was the real idiot, I cheerfully replied: Not at all, madam. There goes a Marilyn meal with cheesburger with no cheese + fries + medium drink for €5,99 for you, ok? And the bitch: Yes, that's it, now you're talking. Thank you. Oh fuck you! Hehe... wait a second, ok?” Angie laughs with Eddie, then takes the phone off her ear slightly and addresses me “Did you need anything?”

“Strong fragrnce used in perfumerie, starts with an M, four letters” I ask her, showing the newspaper.

“Musk” she answers in a couple of seconds. Yes! That was it! Why didn't I think about it. I hate her.

“Yeah, it can be actually”

“It cannot be, it actually is!” she gloats then puts the receiver back against her ear “What? Did you know it too? He knew it too”

“Well thank you both but there's no need to brag!” I throw a pillow at Angie, who manages to dodge it, then takes it up from the floor.

“Sadly used in perfumerie I'd add... What do you mean why? Musk is extremely harmful, both the synthetic and the natural one... Well, in doubt, I'd rather not have to choose between either the total extinction of an animal species or pollution and maybe choose other kinds of perfumes, don't you think? What? What animal? What do you mean? You know where does musk come from, right?” a debate starts between Angie and Eddie and I can only hear one side of it, which I think it's the most consistent part anyway “Plant? What plant? Musk is not a plant! I mean, yeah, there's also some plant but that's not what's used to make perfumes. No! It's an animal secretion, from a deer, the musk deer. No, I'm not kidding, Eddie, I swear! There deer have a gland, like a small sack under their belly, that emits this substance and they spread it around to mark their territory, especially during mating season... Hahahaha no, Eddie, it's not deer's sperm!”

Not the typical conversation between lovers, right?

“Anyway now it's basically all synthetic” I remark once I write the correct word in the puzzle.

“That's even worse because it's extremely polluting and ends up in the food chain.” Angie answers both to me and Eddie “What? Hahaha no, don't buy me musk perfume, thank you. And don't buy me any presents in general... you already did too many... yes you did... yes you did... Eddie? Please... Come on...” now we're back to more couple stuff, Angie holds the pillow tighter and tighter and I think it's time to get out of here and go back to my room. Well, or to keep eavesdropping from outside without being seen.

“Wait, Meg! Yes, I'm gonna ask her now.” I stand up and am about to leave, walking backwards and waving bye, but Angie stops me “Will you go and see the guys tomorrow in Portland?”

“Yeah, that's the plan. Grace and Laura are coming too”

“Did you hear that? Meg, Grace and Laura, the perfect trio ready to cheer and throw bras at you”

“Haha I've got very little to throw!”

“No, Eddie, I told you, I can't... Roxy will kill me, it's even a Thursday, the night school nurses finish earlier... I can't take another day off”

I see our little Romeo is impatient. His dreams started to break when he found out Kelly had planned a series of radio promos and interviews right during the two days break between the two Oregon shows and that he'd have to wait before coming back to Settle. Eddie tried to avoid it by explaining that he doesn't really count in Stone and Jeff's band and that they could do the job but apparently it didn't work.

“Come on, I'll see you the day after tomorrow, no big change... Oh shut up, it doesn't change anything... Hahaha no!” I'm still here standing in the middle of Angie's room while she plays arond with that pillow and I'd really want to know what was that last no about but I know my friend will never tell me.

“Say hi to him, ok?” this time I leave for real, yet stopping in the hallway 'cause, as I said, I haven't learned how to mind my own business yet.

“Meg says hi! Anyway I was thinking of something. Hahaha no, not that! I was thinking, if the girl come to see you tomorrow... well, for someone it'll be like losing that famous bet once again... don't you think? Hehehe I have no idea, I don't know Portland, I don't know if there are any 70s discos in town, you should ask Stone. No no, ask him, I'm sure he'd be willing to set one up by himself so he could make fun of the losers! Haha yeah, that'd be a can't-miss event. Oh yeah? Why? Uh sure, my presence would definitely make the difference”

The lovebirds' phone call goes on for a little while, with Eddie probably telling her something sweet and Angie joking about it, maybe because of her natural embarrassment or because she knows exactly I'm right her listening to them. After she ends the call, she dispels my uncertainty.

“Meg!”

I keep my mouth shut.

“Meg? Come on, I know you're there!”

“Uhm? I was going to the bathroom” I magically show up back on the doorway, right in time to be the target of a weak pillow throw.

“Sure...”

“So?” I sit back on her bed, waiting for Angie to finally share something without me trying to forcefully extort information from her.

“Grace is coming with you tommorrow then?” Angie immediately kills all my hopes.

“Yeah, she is”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, I called her in the morning and she told me she's in. Why?”

“I don't know, it's just... she doesn't really look like she can't wait to see Stone... does she? Am I wrong? I mean, it sounds strange but...”

“Wait a minute. Angela Pacifico... gossiping?!!”

“Hahaha fuck you, Meg!”

“Who are you? What did you do to my roommate?” I stand up straight, pointing at her with a trembling hand.

“I'm not gossiping, I'm just worrying about a couple of friends”

“Worrying huh?” I pull my arm down and snicker at her.

“Two dear friends I care about. And look cute together. And Grace seemed really into it at the beginning but now... meh... I mean, do you think there's something we don't know?” the new gossip queen is beating around the bush and I decide to play along. Also because one more conversation about Grace is one less about me and my non existent love life.

“Nah, I think it's normal. Grace had a crush and Stone played it cool. Now he doesn't act all cool anymore and she's confused, that's it”

“Stone looks pretty straight forward to me”

“Oh yeah, actually... He reminds me of someone else we know” this time I can't help picking on her but she rolls her eyes and goes on.

“He basically thinks they're a couple already, whereas she kind of shut him off” sure, a kind of behaviour you're really familiar with, right Angie? I don't say it loud this time.

“She will open up tomorrow, trust me”

“I don't want them to suffer, that's all” my friend shrugs and plays with the phone still in her hands. Are you saying this to yourself maybe?

“So... no musk perfume?” I aske her after a while and Angie starts rocking on her chair again.

“Haha no, please!”

“I have to remind Eddie to take one that's fruit scented” I wink at her while she puffs and takes a 360 degrees spin.

“Please...”

“Banana would be perfect”

“MEG!”

“What? What did I say?!”

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Beer pong. Twenty six years old and I still play beer pong? Well, Kim's thirty and he organizes tournaments of these fucking games. It should console me. Twenty six, a steady relationship, a serious music project, a bank account that allows me to pay my bills without struggling at the end of the month... and I wake up at six in the morning in my bassplayer's bathtub. Fucking back pain! And why the fuck am I still in this shitty condo? I curse as I insist pressing the button to call for the elevator tht will never come. Then I give up to climb up four flights of stairs.

I drag my tired bones up to the door of my apartment but when I put my hand in my pocket looking for the keys the cold metal feeling is replace by total void. I can't fucking believe it. Did Matt have to find himself a girlfriend right now? I quickly feel up all the pockets in my jacket and in my pants, can't find shit and punch the door.

“Fuck” as throw the punch I clearly hear the clink sound of keys and I try and search better but I can't find anything. I punch the door once more and there's the sound again. I start jumping in place like a moron in front of the door and at every jump there's a jingle. I take off my jacket, shake it, same sound. I inspect each and every pocket more attentively and I find something: not the keys but a big hole in the left pocket. Mistery solved! Now I only have to use that little lucidity I've got left to determine the exact position of the keys inside the lining of my jacket and take them out. As I try to take them, I can hear another sound, not metallic but “human”, that catches my attention. A voice, like someone hummig very quietly without words. At first I think maybe it's someone singing while shaving or dressing up, after all it's morning for the rest of the world. But I can clearly hear this voice, although it's faint, and has a little echo that makes me thing the person's already left home. So why am I not seeing anyone passing? I walk through the hallway and I'm still feeling my jacket for the keys when I turn the corner and see him: Vedder, sitting on the floor, well on the mat just outside the girls' apartment, writing on a notebook, with a paperbag on his legs.

“Eddie?” I call him 'cause he doesn't seem to notice me.

“Oh, hey, hi Chris” Eddie stops writing and says hi, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

“What are you doing here? Aren't you on tour?”

“It's over! I mean, technically it ends on 3rd March but since the last three shows are here in Seattle we're basically done. I mean, we're done touring. Away” Eddie calmly explains, clicking his pen and putting it inside the notebook, then putting it all in the inside pocket of his jacket. As he does this, I can see his t-shirt: a white one with Air love bone written on it and the silhouette of a long haired basket player looking more like Jeff rather than Jordan. I've got one of those t-shirts too but mine is dark blue.

“Aren't you supposed to play in Oregon?”

“We were, we played in Portland last night. Small crowd but good atmosphere, great show” Eddie nods at himself and doesn't get up.

“Did you play yesterday? And when did you get back?”

“What time is it now? Uh half past seven. Well, a few hours ago”

“Hehe so you guys jumped on the van and dashed back home right after the show, right? You couldn't wait huh?” I guess he was especially looking forward to it. It's not like Eddie has ever told me anything about this stuff, I'm neither his confidant nor Jeff. But maybe I'm one of those, together with Ament and a few other people, who knows him a little better. Anyway it doesn't take a genius to figure out that if you're here outside a girl's door instead of at home in your bed to sleep the tour off, well, there's something big going on.

“Well, ehm, I don't know about this... I mean, don't know what the others did, I... I came back by myself” for a second Eddie loses his apparent composure.

“By yourself?”

“Yeah”

“How?”

“Hitchhiking” he replies raising his thumb.

“Hitchhiking?”

“Yes”

“You mean, you dropped everything and said I'm out of here, bye and hitchhiked to Seattle?”

“Village People inspired me”

“Uh?”

“Do you want to spend the night? Do you know the song?”

“Are you fucking high, Ed?”

At that point he explains it's about one of the infamous bets of Stone and Jeff and that part of our friends performed in the Melody Ballroom's parking lot. I know the place. I played that venue and I even saw Fugazi there. It's always made me smile thinking that they also do wedding and high school dances in that place. Well, congrats to the owner's versatility and open mindness.

“And at some point I thought: what the fuck am I doing here? And I asked some guys I already saw at some of our shows here if they could give me a ride” the reason he had this sudden realisation is right on the other side of that door, we both know, but none of us feels the need to point it out.

“And why did it take you so long?”

“Well, not that long...”

“How long have you been sitting on that fucking mat?” I ask when I finally find my fucking keys and try to fish them out.

“No, well, I've been here for an hour. Maybe two”

“And why?”

“Because it was too early”

“So fans dropped you here and then you noticed it was too early?”

“No, they didn't drop me here”

“And where?”

“At Pike Place” he answers like it's obvious and I'm stupid for asking.

“Pike Place” I nod and repeat, going along with him as you do with crazy people.

“I had to buy something” he adds grabbing the paper bag and putting it aside on the floor on his left side.

“But isn't it closed?” I ask skeptical.

“Bakeries open early”

“Ah” playing along, yeah, that's the best strategy.

“I had a coffee, something to eat, bought something for Angie, then came here”

“Hitchhiking?”

“Hahaha what? No, by street car!” once again he replies as if I'm the dork and maybe he's not entirely wrong.

“I came here and when I was about to ring the doorbell I realised it was like five o' clock in the morning”

“As another Village People's song says”

“Uhm, yeah... but what's that got to do with this?” he asks serious all of a sudden with a straight face and I basically burst out laughing at his face. With Eddie you never know if he's being serious or he's making fun of you and that's something I like in people. He surely must have understood I'm not exactly sane either, I think he learnt that the first time I took him out for a drink. Or when I showed up at the mini market and took him away after his shift ended, telling him I'd show him how local rockstars spend their friday nights. And we spent the night drinking beer and chasing my dogs, well Susan's dogs actually, in the woods.

“Hahaha nothing! So you parked your butt on that mat, right?”

“Yeah...” he answers, still confused “waiting for a more decent timing”

“Well, come on, half past seven seems acceptable” I walk up to him and try to ring the doorbell but Eddie stops me grabbing my wrist.

“No!”

“Why not?”

“I haven't heard any sounds, she hasn't waken up yet. I'll wait until she gets up” I back up and picture Eddie putting his ear against the door waiting for the sound of the microwave blip or the toilet flush and I laugh my ass off, internally. Don't wanna hurt the guy”

“What about your stuff?”

“What stuff?”

“Your things, your bags”

“Oh I only had a backpack, it's on the van. Jeff will bring it to me, I think”

“You think?”

“Well, I think so”

“But... did you tell your bandmates you were going back home?”

“Mmm... wait... oh yes, I told Mike” oh well, in that case, you really got nothing to worry about.

“Was he sober when you told him?”

“It looked like...” while Eddie begins describing Mike's state during last night's aftershow, the door he was leaning his back against abruptly opens and he falls dead weight backwards. I figure out he's still alive when he finishes the sentence from Angie's apartment's floor “... he was... yes!”

“What the fu... Eddie? Chris?” the girl gives each one of us a confused look, as she ties the belt of her pink robe.

“Hi sweetie! I found this on your doormat. No name tag but he looks well fed” I joke while Eddie's still lying on the floor.

“Hi Angie!” he exclaims enthusiastically as he looks her up in all her... sugarcandyness? Does it exist? D'uh...

“Eddie! What are you doing on the floor, get up” Angie offers him her hand and he gladly accepts, he takes her hand and grabs the doorknob and gets up.

“I fell” haha yeah, it's pretty evident you fell for that chick, you jerk.

“Did you get hurt?” she asks perplexed.

“Nah”

“He didn't hit his head, that's just his natual self, trust me. Hey Eddie, be careful” I warn him pointing at the paper bag he's almost trampling on.

“Oh fuck, thanks Chris” he takes the bag and holds it like it was a newborn baby to cradle.

“What's that?” she asks, more and more puzzled, also because she must have just got up and as first activity of the day she has to deal with two assholes.

“Breakfast!” Vedder replies, all smug and pleased with himself.

“Oh... thank you... well, let's have breakfast” Angie points back to the inside of her apartment and I guess it's time to get out of here now, considering I also found my fucking keys.

“See ya then, ok?”

“Aren't you having breakfast with us?” she asks so innocently. Eddie's look is enough for me to find the right answer.

“No, thank you sweetie, I'm too tired. And just the idea of eating or drinking something right now makes my stomach cry”

“Mmh, ok, see you later then”

“Bye Chris!” Eddie disappears into her apartment.

“Good night guys... I mean, good morning... well, you got the idea”

“Night Chris”

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“What the hell were you doing out here chatting? I heard noises and-” I close the door after I make sure Chris can walk straight enough to get to his apartment and as soon as I turn around I'm swept away by Eddie who engulfs me in a hug and corners me against the door.

“Sorry if we woke you up”

“N-no, but no! I... was already awake”

“I missed you”

“Oh, ehm, I missed you too” I reply and I really hope the mouthwash I used last night really has prolonged action as the label claims because Eddie's basically breathing against my lips, rubbing his nose against mine.

“So fuckin' much...” he's getting closer and I don't know where to look, if I should look, if I should close my eyes, kiss him, wait for him to kiss me, if I should just keep my mouth shut and enjoy the moment.

But I am keeping my mouth shut...

Well, you should shut up in your mind too, you idiot!

But not thinking... it's impossible. Even thinking about not thinking... it's a thought after all, isn't it?

But why are you coming up with this shit while Eddie's torturing you so sweetly? And your hands? Where the fuck did you put your hands?

Wait, I've got them... just... hanging, mid air, I'm basically hugging him with my elbows.

With your elbows? What the fuck, are you a mechanic? Not touching people with your hands dirty with grease?! You look like the young sheperd in nonna's presepe, the marvelled one, with his hands thrown up in the air.

I manage to interrupt the inner quarrel with myself for a moment and place my hands on Eddie's shoulders. He must perceive it as a green lights signal and kisses me.

Dave Gahan is nowhere to be seen or heard and the same goes for his bandmates, uncle Tome Jones doesn't show up, no Sonny, no Cher, nobody. For a minute there I almost feel like an adult, at least until I hear castanets clanking and Phil Spector literally throws the Crystals trio on stage unceremoniously.

He kissed me in a way that I've never been kissed before

He kissed me in a way that I wanna be kissed forever more

The concert doesn't end when Eddie pulls away for a second and looks at me in the eyes, as if he was searching for something. Maybe he's trying to understand if I'm on this planet or not and he already knows there'll be no point asking me directly. I don't know what kind of answer he finds but he must like it because he smiles, perfectly showing his fucking dimples... as if I needed other stimulation! And he kisses me again. This time it's small kisses slowly going from my lips to my cheek, then down towards the neck. One of his hands moves up along my hips, it may or may not, maybe I dreamt it, brush against my left boob. He tickles my arms even through a pretty thick layer of fleece, caresses my face and buries his hand into my hair, while his neck kisses turn into bites.

I gotta do something.

But I don't want to!

But you have to, can't you see you're panicking? Do you wanna wait until your head starts spinning, you see white dots and then you pass out like a loser?

It's so delightful though.

And what if he wants to do something more delightful?

I wish...

God, Angie, pull yourself together!

“What's in the bag?” I manage to snap out of it.

“Uhm?” he mumbles still nibbling on my neck and nape.

“In the bag you brought...”

“I told you... earlier... breakfast” he replies following the same trail as before but backwards, between kisses.

“That is?”

“Croissants” he reveals before planting a kiss on my nose.

“Custard cream?” I ask, suddenly very interested and for real, not just as an excuse to break this pleasurable moment.

“And chocolate” he nods deliciously, almost in a childish way “I took them very early this morning, for you, as soon as I arrived”

“By the way, when did you arrive?”

“Early” and he tells me about his hitchhiking and the different stops and everything that led him here to my place. And I'm still one with the door, crushed against it. And against Eddie, who doesn't show any intentions to let go of me. He did all that... for me? To see me a few hours earlier than we planned?

Well he must have problems if he hitchhikes with strangers at night only to see you with sleep in your eyes, still unshowered, your teeth unbrushed and your hair pinned up messily.

“Need to be warmed up then...”

“What?”

“Croissants, they must be cold now”

“Uh! Hehe well, yeah...” why is he blushing? But most of all, how many hands does he have? Theoretically he has one still in my half up half down hair and the other one on my left hip, but I feel his touch everywhere.

“Have breakfast now? I have to be in class in like one hour” I try and come back to my senses.

“Oh... do you really have to?” and do you really have to look at me like that?

“Huh... yeah, the monographic course about Renoir's waiting for me. And today the professor is gonna explain the passage from silent to sound movies, that is a very important part, which is gonna be in the exam too, so...”

“Ok” he lets go of me but takes me by the hand and leads me into the kitchen, where I spot the paper bag on the table. I was just wondering where he put it.

No, not true, you weren't wondering, you werent' thinking about the fucking bag at all.

Ok, can we just stop! Can we just shut up and stop quarrelling here? I'm trying to remain conscious and not to miss a second of this thing. And it's breakfast time now.

Eddie's hands are on my shoulders as I take the envelope out of the bag, I quickly open it and soon find out he bought like a ton of inviting croissants.

“Is this breakfast for the whole neighborhood?” I giggle.

“No, just for us” the grip on my shoulders gets tighter and a quick scorching kiss is planted on my cheek.

“I'm gonna warm four of them, ok?”

Eddie doesn't say anything, he just kisses me on the other cheek and I don't know if I'll make it to see La Chienne.

“Are you microwaving them?” he demands as I put the plate into the small oven.

“Yeah, but for a very short time or they... ehm, or they'll get too hard... like unedible rocks” just like me, stiffening all up like a board for kisses, caresses and hugs. Like this one, the tight hug from behind, with Eddie's curls tickling my neck.

“I trust you” he whispers into my ear.

I don't, I don't trust you at all, because you clearly want me dead.

When the croissants are ready I take the steamy plate our of the microwave and basically storm out of the kitchen and reach for the couch in the living room, placing our breakfast on the coffee table, thinking I'll be safe now. Safe from what? No idea. But it's just like jumping from the frying pan into the fire because Eddie walks up, leans on me and kisses me again, with resolution, before even touching the couch sitting beside me. His determination is put into practice as he literally throws himself on me and, as expected, I think I've just got into rigid corpse mode because Eddie pulls away almost immediately.

“Are you alright?”

“Huh? Yeah”

“Is there something wrong?”

“No, why?”

“Are you sure? You look... strange” he goes on with his inquiring ocean blue eyes that I'm looking up to and that look even deeper from such a close priviledged position.

“No, it's just... well, it's late and-”

“Too much?”

“Well, not too late but...”

“No, I mean... me... what I'm doing... Too much? Too fast?”

“NO!” I basically yell at his face so loud that I almost mess his hair. A devilish grin appears on his face and at this point I'm sure he totally knows the effect he has on me “Ehm no, it's not that, it's just... I really have class and I can't...”

“You're perfectly right, I'm sorry.” Eddie gives me a tiny little kiss on the lips that leaves me wanting ten thousand more just now and sits back down “And croissants are getting cold, that'd be a pity” he adds with a dimpled smile as he takes one with custard cream.

What about me? No, I definitely don't run the croissants' risk.

#pearl jam fanfiction #grunge fanfiction #eddie vedder fanfiction #eddie vedder #chris cornell #pearl jam #soundgarden #chapters

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eksavestheworld · 7 years ago

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Being A Teen Parent With Peter Parker Pt. 2

Peter Parker x Reader

Part 1

Part 3

Warnings:none

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Ok so you guys end up staying at the hospital for a couple of days after the babies are born

And the whole time you’re there, Peter was holding one of the babies

Even while he was eating and sleeping he was holding at least one baby

Really, the only time he wasn’t was when he took a shower

Aunt Mae came by and almost cried when she held the babies

“Oh they look just like you guys!”

Violet looked more like you, while Skylar more closely resembled Peter

Tony shows up when they’re a day old with balloons and a teddy bear for each one

The bears were just as big as Violet and Skylar

Of course, Bucky comes to visit on the second day to take you guys home

He immediately shortened their names to a Vi and Sky and it kinda just stuck

Even through you insisted you could walk, Peter made you let him wheel you to the SUV anyway

Apparently Tony decided to come alone to bring you guys home

so Tony ends up driving and Bucky sits in the front with him

you end up in the sit behind them with Sky and Peter sits behind you guys with Violet

you guys end up to your floor and you breastfeed the babies before taking a nap after Peter takes them to hang out with everyone

no one comes to bother you because you just FRICKIN PUSHED TWO BABIES OUT OF YOU and deserve a long nap

after a while you wake up and miss everyone so you deside to go down to the common living floor where everyone usually hangs out

as soon as you guys get there you see there’s a whole party set up with a home made “welcome home, Parkers” sign

Peter sees it and is like “don’t worry, you’ll be a Parker too soon”

apparently you were sleeping longer than you thought because both of your girls were knocked out in their little baby swing thingy

it turns out if was around 9pm, you guys go home from the hospitable this morning around 7am

so you could say that you slept well

after hugging everyone you decide to just curl up on a couch with Peter

but after a few minute the whole team gets called away on some mission

Peter doesn’t want to go, but he knows he has to

he kisses each of you and you say, “come back to us.”

and he’s like, “I always will.”

as if on queue, the second everyone leaves, both Skylar and Violet just start bawling

you decide to have J.A.R.V.I.S. turn on some Panic! At The Disco bc they heard a lot of it in the womb, so maybe they’ll still like it

somehow, after like 3 songs, She Had The World started and they were immediately quiet and happy again

you decide to set them on the couch and take pictures because they’re soooo CuTe and are already wearing matching onesies with donuts on the stomach

VIolet fell asleep after that, so you put her back into the swinging bassinet

Skylar was starting to get fussy and was clearly hungry, so you went into the joining kitchen to feed her while you found dinner

your heart warmed when you open the fridge and saw what everyone had done

they’d made your favorite meals and put them into tupperware containers so you just had to microwave them

you pull one out and heat it up before sitting on a bar stool by the counter to eat

by the time you both are done eating you’re getting tired so you take Skylar and Violet to your room, change their diapers, and put them to in your bed so they’d be closer to you

you ended up sitting on the bed watching Netflix while you fed Violet as she fell asleep

you guys ended all sleeping in your bed, so you made sure no pillows or blankets or anything could fall onto them and hurt them or anything

they next morning you woke up because you saw a flash and heart a click

it was Peter taking a picture of you and the babies in bed because “you looked so cute together sleeping”

then he tells you not to come to the kitchen for a while so you decide to feed the babies and get them ready for the day while you wait

Bucky ends up coming to get you from your room and has a blast carrying Violet on the way to the kitchen

you get to the common living floor and smell the breakfast Peter made you

you step into the kitchen with Skylar in your arms and almost die of laughter at the sight of Peter, Tony, and Vision in the kitchen with aprons and chefs hats on even though they just made waffles, eggs, turkey bacon, and turkey sausage

Peter immediately rushes over and takes Skylar from your hands becuase he’s been away from his babies for nearly 8 hours and they were only a few day old

you begin to eat breakfast with everyone

minus Peter and Bucky because they’re consumed by babies

Sky smiles at Peter so he laughs and starts whisper-singing the Spider-Man theme so….except he barely know the lyrics

“Spider-Man, Spider-Man, does what ever a spider can…and he swings from a wet, uhh Spider-Man”

Skylar’s happy anyway

then he goes and switches with Bucky and holds Violet

“hello there, how’s mommy’s twin doing, huh?

like her sister, she smiles at him and he smiles right back

it doesn’t even surprise you with how well he’s handling fatherhood and the babies

he just seems like a dude who’d be good with babies and kids

after breakfast and everyone gets their time to hold each baby, Peter suggests going on a mini tour of the tower so the babues know where they are

“Pete, babe, they’re infants, they don’t really know where they are, heh they can’t even walk yet.”

“well lets show them now, so they know where to go when the can walk.”

you each carried a baby while Peter narrated everywhere they went

“and this is the gym, don’t worry, we’ll teach you guys how to fight soon. we still have to teach you mommy first, though,”

“this is Tony’s workshop, we’re not allowed to play in here anymore. well, I never were in the first place, but I did anyways.”

“and this is our floor. we have our bedrooms and stuff here. when you’re older, you guys can have separate rooms, if you want.”

“finally, this is your nursery, and that’s you closet, and there’s the changing station, and the trashcan is right there and th-” “ I think they get the gist of it, babe.”

he he was too busy being a tour guide and hadn’t even noticed that both of the babies were sleeping already, but at least you were already in the nursery, so you just put them in they’re cribs

by this time, you were both pretty tired. you had been up with the babies last night, and Peter never even went to sleep when he got home so you guys went back to your room

you were still in you pajamas and Peter had put some on when he got home, so you both crawled into bed for a much needed nap and cuddled

and for the first time since the twins were born, you and Peter got some alone time

and Peter got all cute and red and sentimental

“I know that none of this was planned or anything, but I so happy it happened the way it did. Thank you for giving me our daughters and being so great to me. I know we’re young, but we’ve already done everything ahead of schedule and I just know we’re gong to be together forever. so what I’m trying to say is, (y/f/n) will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?”

by the end of his little speech, tears were softly running down your face

“yes, you goofball!” was all you said before kissing him and you both fell asleep for a few hours before Violet and Skylar woke up

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here’s part 2! Part 3 has been posted. should I make a part 4?

want to be tagged? just ask me!

tags: (I tagged everyone who requested a part 2 for this. Sorry if you didn’t want to be tagged, just tell me and I’ll take you off.)

@bitterqueenofhearts @nerdypisces160 @scorpiostunner1027 @leya26khalifa @superheroabc

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bajablastking · 6 years ago

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Tagged by @framie4! Im surprised oUF i never get tagged in stuff like this and this makes me very happy

Rules: Answer the questions below before tagging 20 followers you want to get to know better.

► Nicknames: my name is actually Alex, but some people call me Ross or Hoesuke. Depends where you know me from!

► Gender: Male

► Sign: Cancer, crab bitch

► Height: around 5'4'' - 5'5''

► Time: 3PM exactly

► Birthday: June 28, apparently i share a birthday with markiplier or some other well known youtuber

► Favorite Band/Artists: okay okay make fun of me all you want, but i really like panic at the disco. I always have, its been my happy music for years. I listen to a lot of different music, so other than that, picking favorites is really hard for me.

► Song Stuck in My Head: Jellyfish Jam

► Last Movie I Watched: oh jeez i dont watch movies a lot, i think it was some documentary about a girl going from rags to riches?

► Last TV Show I Watched: Law and Order. In the criminal justice system, sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous. In New York city, the dedicated detectives who investigate these vicious felonies are members of an elite squad known as the Special Victims Unit. These are their stories.

► What Do I Post: Memes. Memes, and art! Mostly memes though

► Do I Get Asks: on my jjba blog @hoesuke-higashikata i do fairly frequently, but not here on my main. Id love to, though! Im always up to answer questions or talk to you guys about stuff.

► URL Meaning: so i was joking around with some friends and somehow the word sneed came up for greed? Its like. Greed but with a dorito chin and anime sparkle eyes. It was originally 'need-4-sneed' but i changed my mind last second

► Average Hours of Sleep: i have such an unhealthy sleep schedule i couldnt tell you if i tried. Anything from no sleep at all to about 11 hours in one go

► Nationality: Cuban-American

yall dont have to do it if you dont want, but ill tag some cool peeps anyways:

@jairotsepuri @friendjaminkessler @itsjayleo @kahnsmash uhhh yeah and anyone else please i cant think of people rn

#tagged #about ross i guess

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ourlady-ofsorrows · 4 years ago

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This Is Gospel

(gif credit to the creator)

Pairing: Daryl x Reader Word Count: 1,450 Song: This is Gospel - Panic! At The Disco Warnings: TWD level violence, major character death, general angst A/N: I tried something different here and used the song lyrics as dialogue. Hopefully it turned out ok lol. If you want to be added to my tag list, let me know! Feedback is cool :)

Pure adrenaline. That was the only thing keeping you awake after everything you’d been through over the past twenty-four hours. Running through the streets of Woodbury to get Daryl out was nothing but chaos. In truth it was practically a suicide mission and by some miracle of God you had made it out alive with Daryl in tow along with Merle – something no one was happy with, except Daryl.

Everyone was yelling. You couldn’t get a word in edgewise. No one was happy about Merle coming back with us to the prison and Daryl was getting defensive of his brother, something that all of us really should have expected. It wasn’t until he’d decided that he was leaving with Merle – because he couldn’t leave him again – that you finally had a chance to have a word with your boyfriend.

“You can’t really be serious about leaving, Daryl,” you said, anger coursing through your veins.

“It is what it is, Y/N/N,” he said, shoving some supplies into his backpack, “I ain’t leavin’ him again. I can’t.”

“This is gospel for the fallen ones,” you sighed, “locked away in permanent slumber. Assembling their philosophies – from pieces of broken memories.”

“Just because none of you like him doesn’t make him any less family,” Daryl mumbled.

“The thing is he’s not family Daryl,” you pointed out, “he’s done nothing but put you down your entire life. He’s done nothing but try and force us apart for as long as I can remember. And don’t try to argue that the state of the world changed him cause it didn’t. He’s always been an insufferable bastard.”

“Whatever,” Daryl glared at you before zipping his backpack closed, “it ain’t like we were gonna last much longer anyway.”

You knew what he was doing. He was trying to be mean in order to get you to be the one to leave him. He was trying to force you to let him go but he should have known by now that it wasn’t going to work.

“The gnashing teeth and criminal tongues conspire against the odds,” you smiled, “but they haven’t seen the best of us yet.”

“Look, I don’t want you,” he said, half-heartedly, “we’re done.”

“Cause these words are knives that often leave scars, the fear of falling apart,” you groaned, trying to make him realize that he was being an idiot and you weren’t going anywhere.

“And truth be told I never was yours. Seriously, Y/N, you ain’t changing my mind,” he said, slinging his crossbow over his back, “if you love me – let me go.”

“Don’t try to sleep through the end of the world, bury me alive,” you crossed your arms over your chest, “cause I won’t give up without a fight.”

“Then put up a fight, cause I’m not staying,” he stated.

You continued to argue with him, trying to come up with literally anything to force him to stay but nothing was working. His mind was made up and you were sure there wasn’t anything you could do to change that.

“It’s either both of us or neither of us,” Daryl said, not meeting your eye, “I can’t go back without him. I’m sorry.”

He turned and followed Merle through the woods and you watched him walk away. You were sure you’d be able to convince him to stay, but clearly it was worthless. With a sigh you turned around and started walking back to where Rick was standing. As you approached him tears were threatening to spill over and you were fighting them back with everything in you.

“This is the beat of my heart,” you mumbled to yourself as you wiped away the few tears that had managed to escape.

As Daryl walked through the woods with Merle your words were repeating in his head. This is gospel for the vagabonds, ne’er-do-wells, insufferable bastards, confessing their apostasies, led away by imperfect imposters. He wasn’t entirely sure what you were getting at, it was like that a lot of the time, but he was sure it had something to do with Merle. Maybe you were right; maybe he shouldn’t have gone off with him.

Daryl made it known to his brother that he wanted to go back to the prison and that he would talk to Rick and make sure that Merle would be able to stay with them. He was determined to find a way for everyone to get along. It took a lot of convincing on Daryl’s part and a fistfight but he’d finally managed to convince Merle to head back to the prison with him.

By the time the prison was in their sights Daryl was exhausted and all he wanted to do was get back to you and apologize. He needed you to know that you were right and that maybe dropping everything for Merle wasn’t an option anymore, not when he had people who actually cared about him. He had to remind himself that it wasn’t just the two of you against the world anymore. You were able to see that the minute Rick accepted the two of you as members of the group and it was shame it had taken Daryl this long to do the same.

When he reached the prison, though, his heart sank. Walkers surrounded the entire place and he saw Rick trying to fight off a group of them. Without thinking he removed the crossbow from his back and fired off a shot, hitting the walker trying to bite Rick right through the skull. Rick looked over at both Daryl and Merle in shock and the brothers took off running toward Rick and the heard that was gathering around him.

As Daryl ran he scanned the area for you. He knew you’d be on the front lines trying to save your new family from the danger and that always made him nervous. He spotted you behind the fence not too far away from Rick. You looked up and saw him, a smile spreading across your face, at the most inopportune time. Daryl’s eyes went wide in shock as he yelled out for you to watch out, but it was too late. The walker was sinking it’s teeth into your shoulder faster than he could reload his bow.

You managed to fight the walker off and kill it before dropping to your knees in pain. Daryl could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears. He had managed to finish helping Rick and Merle clear out the walkers around them and he was running through the opening in the fence toward you quicker than he thought possible. Once he reached you it became apparent that you’d lost a lot of blood. He lifted your head as gently as possible and placed it in his lap, brushing some of your hair out of your face as he looked down at you.

“You were right,” he managed as he was fighting back tears.

“I told you,” you said giving him a small smile.

He could see that he was losing you and that scared the crap out of him but at the same time he knew there wasn’t anything he could do to save you. The fear of falling apart. Your earlier words were echoing through his mind and he needed to pull himself together.

“Hey, what happened to not giving up without a fight?” he said, a few tears sliding down his cheeks as he noticed you slipping away.

“Can’t win ‘em all, I guess,” you answered.

In just a few more seconds you were gone and he didn’t even bother trying to stop the tears from falling now. It had been the two of you for so many years he wasn’t even sure how he was going to survive without you.

“This is the beat of my heart,” he whispered, not loud enough for anyone to hear as he leaned down and placed a kiss on your lips.

He knew you would be turning any minute but he couldn’t let that happen. With a heavy heart he unsheathed his knife from his belt and, mustering up all the strength he had, drove it through your skull. He sat there for a few more seconds before carefully lifting you from the ground and carrying you over to the makeshift graveyard. No one bothered him, no one said a word, they just let him walk and let him dig your grave and bury you. He’d said things he didn’t mean and he couldn’t take them back. You were gone and there was nothing he could do about it now but move on. He loved you so he had to let you go.

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #twd #fanfiction #fan fiction #fanfic #fan fic

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deepfriedtwinkie · 7 years ago

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Kingsman: A Trainee’s Mission (Pt. III)

PREQUEL FIC, this section ~1,800w

pt. I | pt. II

At six a.m. sharp, Harry has already been awake for precisely a quarter hour. He’s done a full stretch routine, made up his bunk, and by the time the piped-in sound of Big Ben’s gong resonates to wake the others, he’s on his way back from the sinks, swinging his toothbrush in a plastic sandwich bag.

“Fucking Christ.” Punctuating himself with a yawn to rival any zoo lion, Hamish leaps directly to the floor, apparently no fan of the concept of ladders. “I love waking up like I slept under a bridge in fucking Westminster.”

“Could be worse,” Harry poses. “I was anticipating a bugle, myself.”

“Oh, no, you’re right, that’d definitely be worse.”

“See? Perspective will get you everywhere.”

Then Hamish scrutinizes him. “How long’ve you been up and about, anyway?”

“Oh, only a bit.” Experience has taught him specifics can be obnoxious; he’s got to save something for later. “Habit, honestly.”

“I see. Can I ask a question?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“You’re one of those irritatingly-overprepared types, aren’t you?”

“Quite, yes.”

Hamish’s brow does a hop. “Fair enough. At least you’re forward about it.”

He takes that as a compliment. “Thank you.”

They seem to notice the parcels at the same time. There are two of them stacked at the foot of every lower bunk, each one a thick square of material resembling Burberry, folded crisply, bundled up with twine.

Hamish cuts the strings with a scouts’ knife from his pocket—Did you sleep the whole night with that there?—and each of them take possession of the article with their initials on the tag, holding them out. They fall away into jumpsuits. That’s what they are. Collared, belted jumpsuits. Harry’s in a khaki color, and Hamish’s in some sort of teal.

“We must be meant to put these on.” Logic quickly replaces his momentary pang of disappointment. Surely it’d be impossible to train properly in a full Kingsman Tailors’ bespoke suit. They must get those later. These will more than do for the time being.

He retreats to the corner to change while Hamish is still inspecting both sides of his garment. “Fetching. I’m just looking for the nappies that go with it.”

“Oh, come on, now, it’s not all that bad.”

“More perspective?”

Harry expertly buttons his way up the row, grinning in advance at his own wit. “Enticement, actually. The sooner you’ve got it on, the sooner I can procure blackmail photos.”

“Over my dead body.”

“How convenient; you’ve already got somewhere to put it.”

Hamish chucks the twine at him.

In minutes, everyone is dressed, and the sixteen of them file their way outdoors. Harry strives to take in everything in sight. It’s his first time seeing the grounds in their entirety, or at all, for that matter, given he’d arrived last night via underground shuttle from the tailor shop. He presumes the same must be true for the others.

The compound, on first impression, is absolutely sprawling, encompassing what could pass for a sea of open field, manicured precisely enough to be ready for a sporting match of any kind. The estate itself stands steadfastly in the middle of it all like a nineteenth-century castle, or at the very least, a fine manor of nobility. More striking than anything, the center of the lawn is marked with the same emblem as the weaponry, the technology, and the jumpsuits they wear now: a white circle bearing the mark of a horizontal K. Four men could camp on it, easily.

It’s the last he notices of the scenery. Up ahead, over a queue of shoulders, he sees his immediate new favorite thing in the world. A wall of sixteen metal cages, each one containing the sweetest, most precious little puppy.

“Oh God, would you look at that!” Rather unprofessionally, he’s slapping Hamish’s arm. It’s a miracle he remembers himself and doesn’t bolt off to tell them all they’re beautiful. Because they are. “Do you think it’s possible they’re for us?”

“I think it’s possible you’re something else,” Hamish says affably.

“Good morning, gentlemen,” projects Arthur from the balcony, the moment they’re assembled in line. “I’m quite pleased with your punctuality.”

Yes, yes, get on with it, for God’s sake, get to the dogs. Already, there’s a little fuzzy one looking straight at him. Oh gosh, he wagged his tail.

“As most of you came within a childlike shriek of failing your first task, the emphasis imparted by your next assignment will be especially vital. Teamwork in all things is no less than utterly tantamount to your success—and your survival—in the Kingsman line of work. Precisely why, in a moment, you will all come forward and select one of these puppies for yourselves.”

Harry’s resting pulse replicates a hyperactive ten-year-old’s. Yes! Let us at them, then; I’ll break the wanker’s arm who beats me to the little one–

“Your puppies will shadow you twenty-four hours a day. You will be wholly responsible for their care and keeping. You will train them as Kingsman trains you. Ideally, by the end of the program, both you and your dog will have reached your peak potential. If not, well. At least you’ll have done something worthwhile with your time.”

Are you quite through!? Fall out, fall out, say it!

“Everyone choose your puppy.”

Bloody good enough! Harry barges forward, the first to reach the cages. Frankly he’d have no problem lying on the ground and letting all sixteen of the milk-bellied things scuttle all over him, but this is the one he wants. This scruffy little terrier, quite obviously a runt, whose pleading eyes alone could melt the polar ice caps.

He lifts the latch and draws open the cage, first coaxing the tiny fellow forward for an introductory sniff, then gently clasping him between his hands. “Oh, hello, sweetheart,” he whispers, scooping the puppy into his arms. He’s a lump of warm fluff against his chest, warm fluff with the softest ears in the entire world. “Hello there! Oh, it’s absolutely wonderful to meet you. Yes, it is. Oh, yes.”

The pup’s going about the business of sniffing his jumpsuit when Hamish reappears, leash in hand. Harry’s eyes trace it down to a puddled little dog who’s just tripped belly-up on her own lead. By this point, whatever torture their training entails, he’s confident he’ll sail right the hell through it, high on these mental images alone.

“What’s that one?” Hamish asks.

“Oh, I’m sure it’s a terrier of some kind. I don’t care. He likes me.” His face hasn’t unscrewed from borderline certifiable joy since they first fell in. “Yours?”

“Bloodhound.” He sounds chuffed with himself, giving a shrug. “I figure it’s right there in the name. Best dog for the job.”

“May I?”

“Certainly.”

Harry crouches, very careful with his own new friend, freeing a hand to stroke the baby bloodhound’s tummy. He has to laugh at the floppy little jowls; she’s almost more roll than dog. “Isn’t she a droopy girl?”

A recruit behind him snorts. “If that isn’t the last thing you want to hear at the disco.”

“Fuck off, Winston.” The prat’s deserved it since turndown last night, when he’d bragged to the room about his father’s yacht in the Aegean. It’s rather satisfying, honestly. Just as quickly as he spat his venom, he’s back to making friends. “Hello, princess! Aren’t we a gorgeous little dog? Oh, yes we are. Yes, we are.”

It’s his proximity to the ground that does it. For a split second, lavishing Hamish’s pup with affection, his hold on his own is too loose. Just long enough for the miniscule mutt to squirm free, barreling across the grounds like a pistol shot. Harry stands and whirls in time to see Winston’s dog take off after him, yanking the lead from his hand.

Oh, fuck.

Both of them burst into a sprint.

“Just fuckin’ perfect, isn’t it! Fuck you and your fucking dog, Oxford!” Winston shouts.

“Oh, you know damned well we’re both out of your league!”

“Oi, you get back here, dog! Bad dog!”

“Here boy! Heel!”

The puppies are headed straight for a picnic blanket in the distance. The unsuspecting victim is a man lounged at its center, reading from a manila folder in one hand, eating a sandwich with the other—and more to the point, wearing a bespoke suit, which officially classifies this as Very, Very Bad.

“Fucking hell—excuse me, Sir? Pardon me!”

The agent turns around just in time for Winston’s Doberman to snatch the sandwich from his hand. Harry’s terrier makes off with the only food left on the blanket: a spear of pickle.

The chase ends as quickly as it began. Both puppies brake under a tree, sprawling out to munch their spoils. Harry and Winston stagger to a stop in front of the displeased agent, arms now crossed, looking like he’d love to serve both of their hides at high tea with a bit of Marmite.

“What in the devil is the meaning of this?” the agent demands. “Two minutes into the goddamned task and you idiots can’t manage to keep hold of a fucking puppy?”

It’s only the third agent he’s met, and already his first impression success ratio is horribly imbalanced. Luckily there’s always a way to recover. Harry stands crisp at attention, hands folded behind his back, and he covers all signs of exertion with his most winning smile.

“I’m terribly sorry, sir…”

“Sir Tristan, that’s all the likes of you need to know.”

Head hung, Winston mumbles, “Sorry, Chester.”

The sigh and eye-roll from Chester-Alias-Tristan are monumentous. He points toward the tree with a rigid arm. “Just go and get the dog, you fucking imbecile.” As Winston trudges off, Chester mutters something else under his breath, something about having better luck had he proposed a grapefruit, but Harry decides it would be found too ungentlemanly to mention that.

“Can I replace your meal for you, sir? I’d be quite happy to.”

“No, thank you. I’m just in from a sixteen-hour flight, and quite frankly, I have already had enough of you infants’ bollocks for one day. Now I suggest you collect your rat and piss off, before I report you to Arthur for incompetence.”

Tugging his lapels, Chester takes leave in a huff, whisking up his blanket. Winston is already gone. With a deep exhale, Harry approaches the shade of the tree, smiling fondly at his puppy, who’s successfully gnawed the pickle down to half.

As he picks him up, he makes sure to bring the hard-won prize along, cradling both thief and snack, starting back toward the group. “Good boy,” he whispers, and presses a kiss to his fur.

#Kingsman #Harry Hart #Agent Merlin #Kingsman: The Secret Service #Kingsman: The Golden Circle #fanfic #oh look Aud did a thing

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embers-among-ash · 7 years ago

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Tagged by @ikiyou, more or less xP I’ll take any chance I get to do these because I love talking about myself apparently..

Rules: Answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers/people you’d like to get know better.

and

Rules: Put your music on shuffle, list the first ten songs, and tag ten people.

Twenty questions:

nickname(s): Nate, Mikey (only my family calls me that tho), plenty of others courtesy of @death-has-a-restraining-order… zodiac sign: Pieces height: about 5’5 orientation: Pansexual nationality: Irish favorite fruit: Apples or strawberries favorite season: Autumn bc HALLOWEEN favorite book: Ohhh this is a tough one…my go-to answer is The Plague Dogs. I’m reading No Longer Human at the moment tho, and it’s a strong contender. I really like depressing books, it seems xP Also reading a collection of Akutagawa stories rn, so I expect this answer to change to a list of Japanese lit at some point. Stardust and Eragon are nostalgic favs too. favorite flower: Uhm…I know nothing of flowers, so I’ll be boring and say anything red or orange so like, roses, tiger lillies, camellias, stuff like that. favorite scent: I have no idea 0_0 Hmm…melted chocolate is a p good one tho. Meat thats being cooked. Uhh…probably more that aren’t coming to me rn. favorite color: Red favorite animal: Foxes, Wolves, Dogs, canines in general. coffee, tea, or hot cocoa: Tea or Cocoa, depends tbh. If hot chocolate was here, then HOT CHOCOLATE EVERY DAMN TIME. cat or dog person: Doggos! Cats are cute too though. favorite fictional character: Gee, I wonder *points to icon* # of blankets you sleep with: Depends on the season. In Summer just one, otherwise 2. dream trip: JAPAN BC I’M A TOTAL WEEB. I wouldn’t want to leave though, so does that really count as a trip… blog created: I actually can’t remember 0_0 it was shortly after I got into mystic messenger, which I *think* may be coming up on a year ago now. # of followers: 54 random fact: Uhm…DAMNIT WHICH ONE DO I PICK. HALLOWEEN ORIGINATED IN IRELAND, WHICH IS ONE OF THE FEW THINGS IM PROUD OF MY COUNTRY FOR. ALSO DRACULA WAS WRITTEN BY AN IRISHMAN SO THATS COOL.

As for a random fact about me…I consider myself musical and adore music, I even think I have a good sense of rhythm but…I can’t sing to save my life T_T

Ten Songs: ohhh song tags are always my favs *claps hands together* let’s see what spotify has for me~

Aaron Richards - My Hell (Glxyfx Remix) - Well, a cheery start to this *sarcasm*

Porter Robinson - Divinity - I’ve replayed this song way too many times while studying/working on stuff…

Set It Off - Duality - Mafia!Dazai anyone?

Midnite String Quartet - You’ve Got The Love (Florence + The Machine Cover) - Love these guys covers, always good for chilling me out

The Nightmare Before Christmas - Jack’s Obsession - how fitting, considering halloween is close at hand~

Jonathan Young - On My Way (Disney Cover) - Looove this guy’s Disney covers. So much nostalgia from this song, too.

Hamilton - Blow Us All Away - NO. NEXT. NO ANGST FOR NOW. OKAY. BYEEEEEE

Fall Out Boy - This Ain’t a Scene, It’s a Goddamn Arms Race - *Jams tf out to this cause YES I AM 100% EMO TRASH THANK U SPOTIFY*

Owl City - Cave In - Awww, so many warm happy feels from this song, for me anyway. Ocean Eyes has been a go-to anxiety calming album for me.

My Chemical Romance - This is How I Disappear - W O W ending this on a happy note aren’t I? This song is a jam, but right after Owl City it’s jarring to say the least xP

(I just wanted to see what the next one was, and lo and behold) Panic! At the Disco - Mad as Rabbits - and so the Emo Trinity is completed, amen.

Tagging…ANYONE WHO WANTS TO DO IT CAUSE IM LAZY AND ON 3% RN

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pendragonfics · 7 years ago

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This Girl Is Afraid of Elevators, What She Did Next Will Astound You!

Paring: Derek Hale/Reader

Tags: female reader, anxiety attacks, fear, fear of elevators, fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, humour.

Summary: Everyone has a fear. Yours just has to be elevators, and with the stairs and fire escape out of action, there's no other choice to leave Derek Hale's loft...but by elevator.

Word Count: 1,888

Current Date: 2017-07-12

It didn’t matter that you were an adult. That you were a teacher. Could drink alcohol, could drive. It didn’t matter that you were the girlfriend of Derek Hale, the well-known black sheep of Beacon Hills, and that if it came to it, he’d fight until the death for you. None of things mattered…when there were elevators involved. For as long as you could remember the sensation – a sort of jolt of your stomach falling to your knees when the metal cage dipped down, a nausea when it jerked upward – it had made you feel sick, especially when you were by yourself in the space. It didn’t help that loads of movies had scenes where the elevators broke down, often leading to the two protagonists to make out until help came, or fall to their deaths.

But over time, a near-miss accident in the mall, a prank gone wrong (“Screw you, Jackson, and the horse you rode in on!”) your fear was completely, and utterly rational. Apparently, in the USA alone, there were an average of twenty-six deaths per year on the account of elevators. There was a Facebook page community for people like you who hated metal death traps. But be it rational or not, you had to shake it off. Or stay another night at Derek’s place.

For the last week, you’d stayed in his bed, wearing his clothes, eating his food. The pack thought it was gorgeous; almost drop-dead domestic that Derek would have you hang around and spread your scent everywhere. You had rolled your eyes, and gone and used your toothbrush (that had been hiding in a package under the sink), and prepared to shower. Not that you could really hear them; you had no special stuff, powers, or any of that jazz. You were just a human. If you could hear, you’d be surprised how much snooping was going on.

As soon as the door to the bathroom was closed behind you, Scott turned to Derek, and looked up at him. “It’s been days, _________ hasn’t left your place. Doesn’t she have work?”

Derek shrugged, indifferent. “I guess. I don’t know, she hasn’t said anything.”

“Dude,” Stiles raised a single eyebrow, shaking his head slowly, “You need to ask her. For all we know, she’s been kicked out, and mooching from you.” He chuckled at that, but upon catching sight of Scott’s small shake of the head, added quickly, “I mean, ah, it’s the right thing to do.”

From the corner, Isaac piped up. “She’s been here almost six days, right?”

Scott nodded. “Yeah. Since Thursday.” The Alpha confirmed, and narrowed his eyes at the scarf-loving blonde. “Why?”

The curly-haired werewolf got up from his seat on the couch, and his fingers to count his points on. “On Thursday, we had the attack on the apartment block, remember? The stairs got smashed up, and we’re still waiting on the supplies and maintenance to come from Sacramento.” He grimly reminded them. “Your fire escape is kind of out of order, Derek…since the Oni, I think. You need to work on that. Which leaves, the elevator.”

Stiles frowned. “Yeah, what of it?”

Derek’s eyes widened. “_________ hates elevators.”

Scott swallowed. But instead of commenting on it, their werewolf-senses heard you turn the shower off, and before you’d even wrapped a towel around yourself to come out, they’d dispersed, and changed the subject to something less touchy, but dumbed down enough for any old idiot to get what they were playing at. But as you went upstairs and changed into clean clothes, you rolled your eyes, and made your way downstairs.

“Good morning,” you greet Scott and Stiles, and sparing a wave to Isaac, you pause, and remember your manners. You might be human, but your mother didn’t raise you like this. “Am I interrupting –?” you ask Derek, glancing around, but you can’t see any more pack members; no Kira, Malia, or Lydia. “I can –,”

Derek shakes his head. “Stay. I mean, if you want. You don’t have to.”

“Don’t tread softly around me,” you narrow your eyes, “I know I’ve been here a week, Derek.” You turn, and give everyone a slight glare, “I can tell that it’s what you’ve been talking about, you all went sort of quiet when I left the bathroom. I work with kids. You have werewolf senses? I have other skills.”

Scott nods his head along with your words, agreeing.

“So,” you challenge your boyfriend, standing up to your full height. “You’re kicking me out?” It does nothing on his brick-like, buff-as-heck frame, and makes you think that you’re like a puppy challenging a wolf.

Isaac shook his head. “We’re just worried for you, _________. You’ve missed work. I don’t think it’s good for your fears to get that much in the way of your life.” He tells you, in his soft voice.

You shrug, indifferent. “I’ve been here since Thursday; only means three days of sick leave, Isaac. Or have you forgotten that outside the whole Werewolf McWerewolf lives you all lead, I grade your history papers?” You glance to the other boys, and add, with unknown bravado, “Please. I bet I could do it. I can leave right now, and it won’t be a problem at all.” The boys say nothing as you grab your bag from the bedroom, and wait by the door to the loft. “What?”

Derek shakes his head. “Nothing. Come on, let’s go.”

Stiles ran ahead, and pressed the button to the elevator. By the time the pack had caught up, the elevator had arrived, and hesitantly, you walked into the metal box. Scott’s eyes were wide, and muttered something about leaving his phone in the apartment. Before you could hit the hold the elevator! button, you realised that there was none, and when Derek moved to hold the door, it shut anyway. Leaving you two to descend in moderately lit silence.

It was fine. At least, you thought you were; apart from the fact that you were enclosed in a really small space descending downward through a tunnel suspended by a cable. And that you were sure that there was sweat on the back of your neck, and that Derek could hear your mile-a-minute heartbeat like a techno disco beat one door down the hallway. It was fine, except one whole minute after the door closed, there was a jolt. And the elevator stopped.

“Are you okay?”

You shake your head. “I’m fine.” But, as always, you speak too soon, and there’s a jerk, and the elevator seems to slide down a way, almost like a free-fall. It’s enough to freak you out; enough to wrangle a screech from you.

“_________ –,”

“I knew this was a really, really bad idea!” you cry, backing away from him. “Der –,” you feel your breathing accelerate, nausea fills your stomach like mouldy milk. Derek placed a hand on your shoulder, but you burst, backing up into the corner of the elevator floor, your arms wrapped tight over your head. “I’m going to die. We’re going to die in an elevator.”

“It’s okay, _________. It’s just an old elevator.” He assures you.

“Oh my g –,” your eyes widen, peeking up at Derek in fear, a wash of dizziness coming over you. “We’re definitely going to die in an elevator.”

While you’re focusing on not tossing up breakfast and onto the aluminium-plated ground, Derek has his phone out, and is furiously texting, his frown matching the intensity of little taps of the keyboard. You’ve heard that reception can be shoddy in closed in spaces, like trains, old underground war bunkers, submarines, elevators. You take a deep breath, and close your eyes, trying to think of something other than that you’re trapped with Derek.

“Tell me something good,” you whisper.

Slowly, Derek settles himself before you on the floor. It makes you think of a wolf approaching a puppy; Derek’s hair is getting long, his facial hair too. But those eyes, the green in them so bright, they look almost like a crystal, shining from within his soul. You watch him take your hands in his, and feel his fingers caress yours, warming your palms. As you close your eyes, he begins to speak.

“It was summertime, I think,” he starts off, his thumb drawing lazy circles over your knuckles. “You’d just graduated from UCLA, returning home. But some idiot had burst a tyre on their car on the way into town, and this fresh grad student helped the guy out.” Through your barely-closed lashes, you can see him smile a little, that rare gem of a smile that always made you feel better, “You hadn’t seen him since school, and here he was, stranded, and you managed to swap the tyre, and defiantly teach the guy a lesson about not knowing about his own car.”

“I was kind of badass,” you whisper.

“Yeah,” Derek agrees, and adds, “But to be fair, that guy was better at other things than changing blown out tyres.”

At that, you chuckle. “Yeah. Like turning into a werewolf, and fighting baddies while I’m stuck inside a classroom teaching school kids about the Salem witch hunts.” Before you can share a smile, the elevator jerks, dipping lower, and what calmness you’d managed to amass had gone south. “Derek,” you murmur, worried.

He gathers you close to him, so your head is nestled under his chin, between his shoulders, wrapped tight within his arms. In his arms, you can hear his heartbeat; it’s steady, calm, even though you’ve been in your worst nightmare for the last ten minutes.

“Shhh,” he whispers, his hands migrating to the back of your neck, stroking your hair slowly, calmly. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”

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Four minutes later, the two of you came out, unscathed. Derek’s texts had gotten through which lead Scott and Isaac to parkour over the balcony, and arrange for maintenance to come to the building and fix the predicament. All it took was the afternoon spent at your place heaped in blankets, bingeing on Netflix and snuggles with Derek and pizza.

Nobody told you that while all the maintenance tango/elevator hellscape was going on, that it left – the very human, very unable to perform parkour (and survive) down several dozen stories – Stiles Stilinski, on the level of the loft. It also left Stiles alone, and very unsupervised, and to lead said young man to eat all your Doritos…and leave a mess through Derek’s DVD collection.

But that didn’t really matter.

In conclusion, really, Doritos could be bought. DVDs scattered around the living room could be cleaned up. The stairs could be fixed, the elevator regularly maintained to avoid that mishap. But the worth of your lives, was greater than all the above. Even if it meant going to counselling and therapy to work toward a neutral zone with your fear. Even if it meant that the whole pack knew about your problem. It was okay. It just meant that there was a whole pack of teen wolves and other Halloween-esque creatures looking out for you.

And for you (the human who studied history teaching who never thought they’d really amount to anything that mattered because of that silly fear); it was good. Better than good, in fact; it was great.

#derek hale #derek hale x reader #derek tw x reader #derek hale/reader #derek hale x oc #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf fanfic #chaotic--lovely #pendragonfics #Female reader

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carajay1317 · 7 years ago

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DJ, Turn It Up! 50 Song Shuffle Meme

(This challenge originally belongs to FiretoIce on DeviantArt)

Tagged by @szeherezadaa -- thank you!

I’m challenging @gilrael @yallmight @negare-boshi @kevinkevinson @katsukiisyuurii @the---cc @ohprcr @rynezion and/or anyone else interested!

50 Song Shuffle Meme

[ I’m pulling all these songs from my “unsorted” playlist so they’ll be pretty random! ]

1. I have a fear of…

Be My Baby by Bea Miller

To be fair, I’d probably be a little weirded out if someone randomly told me that

2. I hate…

Du courage by Louane

Bravery...? If you go by the lyrics, though, I definitely do want to change the world. If I didn’t make any difference at all I’d probably hate that

3. I hate you because…

Australian Summer by Govs

the government I whisper (I’m imagining that meme where they pull off the paper and the guy goes “A CHILD”)

4. I love…

Drummer Boy by MisterWives

MisterWives’ latest album is awesome! Very summery ☀

Ironically I used to tell people I liked “invisible drummer boy” when they asked if I had a crush

5. I love you because…

Capsize by FRENSHIP and Emily Warren

too many feels? haha

6. She said…

Lo Que Quieras by Denver

"What you want” I can’t tell if this is more of a “whaddaya want” or “anything you want” vibe, hmm

7. He said…

Insecure by Shane

Well that’s as good of a response as anything 😂

8. We said…

Malibu 1992

A good time and place to be if we went time-travelling, I think!

9. I caught a disease from…

Parallel Lines (Live Acoustic) by Robby Hecht and Caroline Spence

my approximate feelings toward math

10. I would sing … as a love song.

IOU by Annabel Jones

The first lyric is “I make you so sad, I know that I do” so I don’t think that’d go over too well ahahaha

11. I found … in my room.

Hello by Allie X

A hello! Makes me think of that time I cleaned out my closet and I found 3 bags worth of handwritten letters from my first friend :’)

12. I would kill someone if they…

In The Wild by ROMES

This is literally the most chill song ever I would not kill someone to this tune and I don’t know if I’d be killing anyone anyway, haha. I guess in the wild is a good place to get away with a murder though? #strangerthings

13. I would marry someone if they…

Wild One by Lucky Rose, Tep No

If this song was our relationship dynamic I could definitely see why!

14. I would kill for a…

Sheep In Wolves Clothes by little hurricane

... no comment?

15. Air is really made of…

See You Again, Love Me Like You Do, Sugar (Acoustic Mashup)

"mashup” is pretty accurate

16. I think about…

Move Together by James Bay

uhhhhhh good song, not usually on my mind?

17. I am…

No Average Angel by Tiffany Giardina

my dream future haha

18. The secret ingredient is…

Wake Up by AWOLNATION

productivity only happens in the wakeful hours! 💪

19. I will dance with my love to…

Cry Baby by The Neighbourhood

I’m not sure what kind of dance it is but clearly it’s quality 😂

20. I have a crush on…

Aeroplane by Holly Throsby

Plane flights are the best 💕

21. I got hurt because…

Vibe by JoJo

someone killed my vibe? true

22. My last words will be…

24K Magic by Bruno Mars

Oh my god, hahaha YES (esp about the intro)

23. The song at my funeral will be…

If This is Love by Ruth B.

Aww :’)

24. I died because…

Beautiful Mess by Kristian Kostov

If you ask @the-wayward-weeaboo what my reaction was during Eurovision this year that’s pretty accurate. Very accurate. Really accurate.

25. The story of your life is…

For You by Lucy Rose

💕

26. I like to eat…

The Wave by Colouring

This reminds me of that saying “EAT DIRT” pffft but like 10x more chill?

27. I live because…

Chewing Gum by Nina Nesbitt

Literally in the last tag game I did I think I mentioned that I’m not a fan of gum hahahaha

28. I’m immortal because…

Someone To Stay by Vancouver Sleep Clinic

refer to #25 here for proof of this truth

29. My superpower is…

LÉON’s Lullaby by LÉON

The power of singing? Yesss

30. Tonight I will…

FALLING IN LOVE by RossyPP

I was planning to watch a new TV show so that’s good news :D

31. They insulted my mother by…

Feel Good Inc. by filous, LissA

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN THO

CAPITALISM AT WORK??

32. I will dream of…

I Can Only. (feat. Alessia Cara) by JoJo and Alessia Cara

33. I licked…

Hearts on Fire by Molehill

See this is why I never get a S.O. hahaha

34. My nickname is…

Clash (Slash Remix by Shiny Mob) by Caravan Palace

Oooooh a sICK nickname! I’m taking it

35. My best friend is…

Arrullo De Estrellas by Zoé

A lullaby of stars

36. I would remove … from the world.

Invincible by Two Door Cinema Club

e q u a l i t y GO

37. I wanted to be … as a kid.

Flashlight by Kasia Mos

I’m fairly certain it was ballerina/author/equestrian tho... 😂

38. I wish I could juggle…

Venus by Sleeping At Last

That would be a cool hobby

39. I would bring … with me to a desert island.

La Revolución Sexual by La Casa Azul

Typing this out was difficult because of my laughter OohMYgOsH

on a side note I actually have no idea what this song is about I just liked that it was catchy hahaha

40. In my underwear you will find…

Chambre 12 by Louane

Apparently it’s very roomy down there I’m so sorry

41. Your children are like…

Sweet Madness by Sons of maria, Angelika Vee

That’s a pretty accurate description of kids tho

42. I would trade my soul for…

Just A Little Bit by Kids of 88

Desperate times call for desperate means

43. I think the moon is made of…

Scar by Foxes

Man in the moon’s got it rough

44. I will bask in…

Into The Sunset by Mako

👌

45. I lost THE GAME because…

Bigger Than Me by Katy Perry

a legitimate reason

46. I would lose a fight because…

Rewind by The Undercover Dream Lovers

Let’s not replay my mistakes hahaha it’s like a bad viral video

47. My deep dark secret is…

Move Me by Wet

hm.

48. My friends would describe me (as)…

Lost Boys Life by Computer Games and Darren Criss

49. My favorite song is…

Sophisticated Bad Girl by Colby O’Donis

Not my actual fave but a good jam haha

50. This meme was…

Purple Yellow Red and Blue by Portugal. The Man

Definitely pretty interesting! Haha

This was fun! Not the best songs tbh since it’s from my random-maybe-I-like-it playlist, so I’ll definitely have to do it again with a different playlist! Thanks @szeherezadaa for the tag! also Disco Pogo omg haha

#music #about me #i feel like if my personality was based off the song titles above i'd be a very... interesting person #read: really weird #but then again that's fairly true already haha

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