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helliontherapscallion · 4 years ago

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(Y/n) and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week: Tuesday

Monday Wednesday Thursday (Part 1) Thursday (Part 2) Friday Saturday Sunday

Spotify Playlist (collaborative)

Warnings: anxiety, doctor’s offices, taking pain pills (not sure if I need to tag that, but just in case), stalkers, blackmail, swearing, non-consensual taking pics of nudes, slight body dysmorphia, self-loathing, toxic friends

Word count: 5,326

(A/N): another long chapter, my little wlw heart loved writing this chapter! Also holy shit I was not expecting the first part to blow up, thank you to everyone that read it! Gosh, it’s enough to make a grown woman cry :’)

You cracked open your crusty eyes to Wilbur poking his head into your room. “(Y/n), Dad wants you.”

You groaned rubbing at your eyes in an attempt to get the sleep out of them. “I’ll be down in a sec.” Your voice was scratchy and thick with sleep.

He closed the door silently and you heard his socked feet thumping down the hallway. Your pain faded slightly into soreness, but your shoulders and upper back were slightly stiff. After you drug yourself out of bed, you shambled down the stairs to see your family at the table eating breakfast. Your stomach growled loudly, making you blush slightly in embarrassment.

Your eldest brother snorted. “Hungry (y/n)?”

You slumped into your seat next to him slowly shoveling food into your mouth. “You have no idea.”

“You wouldn’t be that hungry if you ate dinner when you got home like I told you to do last night, young lady. You better eat every single thing on that plate.”

There was no arguing with a stern Dadza, so you reluctantly complied. Meanwhile, Tommy and Tubbo were telling Wilbur about your match animatedly.

“And the ball was like fwoosh and she- the ball and-and-”

“And she hit it and Haley hit it to the other side! It was so cool!”

Wilbur merely smiled listening to them ramble about how badass you were last night. They made you feel genuinely happy that they admired your volleyball abilities; they were probably your biggest fans and that made your day most of the time. You remembered the first match they came to during your freshman year, they had run up to you right after the end-of-match whistle blew to spew about how good you were on the court. They met the team that day. Your team adored having them at your games, over the years they slowly replaced your school’s mascot. They played a huge part in morale boosts before and during matches.

He looked over to you, “I didn’t know my little sister could be so badass.”

You felt your cheeks flare up. “It’s nothing I haven’t done before. It really wasn’t anything special.”

“(Y/n),” Philza pursed his lips, “you did all that with a bruised back, I’d consider that something special.”

“Wait (y/n), you’re hurt?” Tommy and Tubbo looked at you with wide concerned eyes.

“Yeah, but it’s not that bad. I can still move and stuff.”

Techno rolled his eyes, “it’s bad if you’re going to the doctor for it.”

“Eh, it doesn’t hurt as bad as it did yesterday, so I’m not worried.”

“You’re deadass wincing everytime you move your arm,” WIlbur deadpanned, “it clearly still hurts.”

“Well yeah, I didn’t say the pain went away completely. Fuckin’ dumbass.”

“Language,” Philza glared at you two, gesturing to the two fifth graders watching the exchange with interest.

You and Wilbur resumed eating and murmured out a defeated “sorry Dad.” You both glared at Techno when he huffed in amusement.

“If you three keep bickering, you’re going to be late to school. Remember, you two have to drop off Tommy and Tubbo today cuz I’m taking your sister to her appointment. Now go get ready, I’ll take care of your dishes.”

Your brothers took off up the stairs, each competing to get to the bathroom first. Occasionally, you would hear shouts and slapping noises. You felt glad you didn’t have to deal with that today. Judging by Techno’s gruff voice laughing and an explosion of loud complaints from the rest, you assumed that he won today. “I swear, they’re gonna put me in an early grave.”

“You and me both Dad, you and me both.”

You went into the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of pain pills from the junk drawer. Various bottles of Motrin and Advil were scattered around the house because when you live with a rambunctious family like this one, people are bound to get hurt and headaches are common. Popping three into your mouth, you washed it down with a glass of water. The sound of the running water faucet and the slight splashing of water filled the silence of the room.

“How’s your back? Does it feel any better?”

“Kinda, today it just feels more sore than throbbing, my headache went away mostly, and my shoulder doesn’t feel any worse, so that’s better I guess.”

He shut off the water and reached for a towel to dry off his wet hands. He moved over to the freezer and grabbed a frozen package of peas that your family never ate. You all used it whenever one of you would get a bruise. He moved behind you and held it against your back without warning. Flinching forward from the unexpected temperature change, you winced with the wave of pain moving brought you.

“Shit, sorry.”

“You’re good. Just give me a little warning next time,” you chuckled. He gently placed it back on your back and you sighed from the slight relief that it brought you. You leaned into the peas and closed your eyes. “That feels amazing.”

“I bet. That bruise was pretty bad yesterday, can I look at it again?”

You reluctantly left the sanctuary that was the medical grade frozen peas and leaned forward, moving your hair out of the way for him. “Knock yourself out.”

He made a hissing noise as soon as he moved your shirt out of the way. “Dad, it probably looks worse than it feels.”

“...Have you seriously not looked at this yet? It looks pretty bad, hun.”

“Well, sorry I can’t move to look at my back without being in pain. I’ll try harder next time.” You snarked him.

“Hey, watch the attitude. Here, I’ll take a picture so you can see how bad it is.”

You heard the rustling of fabric as he fished his phone out of his pocket and the obnoxiously loud click of his camera app. You turned around to look at the damage. You squinted at his bright phone screen. Your entire back was swollen in some areas and was covered in ugly reds, blues, blacks, and purples. You made a disgusted noise in the back of your throat and cringed away from the screen. You always got nauseous seeing injuries.

“Yikes.”

“Yikes isn’t the only word I would use, it’s bad (y/n).”

“It looks worse than it feels, I promise. I’m gonna go get ready so we’re not late to my appointment. It sounds like the boys are finally done with the bathroom.”

You hobbled up the stairs slowly and made your way to the bathroom. The door was wide open ready for you to use. Turning on the light, you closed the door in a hurry so that your brothers wouldn’t try to get in again to hog the bathroom like they usually did. You frowned at your appearance. Your hair was sticking up in every direction and you had dark eye bags around your dull looking eyes. A few pimples dotted your skin like constellations in the night sky, but much uglier and more out of place. Turning your body, you scanned your figure. Your eyes watered as you realized that you had gained some weight. Adrian, Sammy, and Annie were right, you looked like garbage all the time.

You ripped your eyes away from yourself in the mirror with disgust etched deep into your features. You were disgusting through and through. Ripping your brush through your hair, you winced at the pain emanating from the back of your head. You deserve the pain for letting yourself go. Once you were slightly more satisfied with your appearance, you stepped out of the bathroom and quickly changed into the clothes you would wear today. You decided on a hoodie and a pair of tights. You didn’t feel like dressing yourself up.

You once again walked down the stairs and slipped on your shoes to meet your dad in his car. You idly scrolled through your phone while you waited for him, looking at your notifications for the first time that day. You had ten texts from the group chat that you were in with Adrian, Annie, and Sammy.

Sammy <3

(Y/n) where the hell are you?

Adrian <3

Do you guys think she ditched us?

I knew she was ignoring us

Sammy <3

Who ignores their friends?

Annie <3

(Y/n) apparently.

She has more important things to do ig

Oh my god

Do you guys think she skipped school?

Adrian <3

I wouldn’t put it past her

Maybe she finally gave up

(Y/n)

I’m sorry guys, I just have a doctor’s appointment today

I would never ignore you

Sammy <3

Yk, it’s hard to keep defending you when you keep ditching us..

(Y/n)

I’m not ditching you!

I’m sorry I didn’t tell you guys about my appointment

I’ll make it up to you guys

Adrian <3

How?

You’ve already skipped out on us enough already

Annie <3

Oh ik!

She can write our final research paper for us Dri!

I haven’t started it yet lmao

Adrian <3

Saaaame lmaoooo

Sammy <3

Guys, what about me???

Adrian <3

Idk, figure it out yourself

Sammy <3

Rude!

Uhhh

Ur gonna put together my final presentation for us history

(Y/n)

Alright, I can do that for you guys

Sam can you pls send me the rubric?

Annie <3

Thanks love ;)

(Y/n)

No problem, I like doing things for friends

My dad’s coming, I gotta go

Talk to you guys later

Adrian <3

Byeeee (y/n), ur the best!

(Y/n)

: ) <3

You put your phone down as your dad started up the car and pulled out of the driveway. The drive was quiet as you stared out the window and thought about how much work you now had to do. On top of your own classes, you had two more to write and a presentation to make in a class you hadn’t taken since the first semester in your sophomore year. The research papers had to be at least four full pages long with a minimum of ten sources each due on Friday and you had no idea how big Sammy’s US history presentation has to be or what it’s even about. But that was fine, you’d do anything for your friends.

“So, who were you texting? Your boyfriend?” He asked jokingly.

“Oh, just Adrian, Sammy, and Annie. I don’t have a boyfriend Dad,” because you were a closeted lesbian, but you wouldn’t tell him that anytime soon. “You know that.”

“I know,” he chuckled, “it’s been a while since I’ve seen them. How have they been?”

“They’re good. Adrian got a job at the diner, he’s a host. Sammy and Annie have been focusing more on raising their grades.”

“Good for them! You should invite them over for dinner sometime.”

“I was actually thinking that I could maybe go hang out with them on Halloween...?”

“(Y/n), the family was going to take Tommy and Tubbo trick-or-treating.”

“I know, but there’s always next year. Plus, we haven’t been able to hang out in so long! We’re always free at different times.”

“I don’t know (y/n), what if they don’t want to trick-or-treat next year? What were you planning on doing with them?”

“We were just gonna hang out at Annie’s house and watch some horror movies,” you lied. He would never let you go if he knew you were going to a party. Especially one where alcohol would be involved and hormonal teenage boys ran rampant actively scouting for an easy lay.

“...I’ll think about it.” The car pulled into the doctor office’s parking lot.

“Thank you Dad! It’s been a while since we’ve all hung out together.”

He chuckled as you both walked into the lobby, checked in, and waited for your name to be called. About ten minutes later, you were summoned by a nurse so you went into the back leaving your dad to wait in the lobby. The nurse recorded your height and weight (much to your dismay, you gained four pounds) and asked you the standard questions about your injury and uncomfortable questions about your overall health. The clacking of her acrylic nails on the plastic keyboard filled the awkward silence.

Once that was done, she left and you had to wait a little bit for the doctor. After slipping into the backless gown the nurse left, you mindlessly scrolled on your phone. Jumping when someone knocked on the door, you looked up to see your family’s doctor smiling at you.

“Hello (y/n), how are we feeling today?”

“I’m alright.”

“I hear that you had quite the fall onto some concrete, is that true?”

“Yes, I landed on my back and the back of my head.”

She reached over and squirted hand sanitizer onto her hands, rubbing it in and looking back at you. “Can you please lay on your stomach so I can take a look at your back?”

You nodded, shifting on the uncomfortable paper covered cushioned table onto your stomach. You felt her cold hands gently graze your bruises before she pulled out her stethoscope. “Can you take a good deep breath in for me?”

You complied and she instructed you to let it out. Doing this multiple times along your back, she put her stethoscope away and continued prodding at your exposed back.

“There’s definitely some swelling in multiple areas… It doesn’t feel or sound like you cracked or broke any ribs, which is excellent… Do you have any pain deep in your shoulder when you move it?”

“Yes, I landed on it wrong last night at my volleyball match.”

“How would you describe your pain? Stabbing, sore, throbbing…”

“More sore, but a little stabbing pain when I move my arm.”

She moved her fingers to examine your shoulder. “It doesn’t sound like a sprain or fracture, can you move it up and down for me?”

You moved your arm up and down, front and back, and side to side. “You still have a full range of movement, that’s good. Can I have you sit back up again?”

You sat back up and she started testing you for a concussion. After passing her tests, you were cleared of having a concussion. “Alright (y/n), it appears that you only strained your deltoid and teres muscles and you have severe bruising along your back. Make sure you ice your back and, if you have one, wear a shoulder compression sleeve. Anti-inflammatory medications such as Ibuprofen will help with the swelling. Other than that, you have a clean bill of health! You can still participate in volleyball practices, but you need to take it easy. Don’t do anything that will strain the muscles any further.”

“Thank you Dr. Samson,” you smiled at her.

“You’re welcome. I’ll leave you to change back into your clothes and you’re free to go! You may leave the gown on the table.”

She left the room and you redressed yourself. Walking out to the lobby, Philza’s head perked up when he heard the door opening. He stood up and walked over to you with a slightly worried face. You both walked back out to the car.

“So?”

“Dr. Samson said that I don’t have a concussion, sprains or broken bones. She told me that I just strained my shoulder muscles and I need to keep ice on my back.”

He visibly slumped in relief. “Thank god. What’d she say about volleyball?”

“She said that I could keep playing, but I have to take it easy.”

“Good, wouldn’t want you missing finals on Thursday. Do you know if the team you’re playing is any good?”

“Dad, of course they’re good, we’re the top two teams in the area.”

“I bet their setter is nowhere near as good as you are and I bet the setter and spiker aren’t as synced as you and Haley are. You two make a good pair.”

“Yeah we do, don’t we?” You looked out the window and smiled a little and felt your ears turn red. The very mention of Haley’s name was enough to make you feel like you were on cloud nine. The car fell silent again as you neared your high school.

In your AP world history class, the class was looking at the test you had taken yesterday. Surprisingly, you got a 74% on the multiple choice part and a 50% on your essay portion, so that landed you with a just below passing grade. You thought you completely flunked that test yesterday, so that was a pleasant surprise. It took a good portion out of your overall grade in the class, lowering it from a comfortable A- to a slightly alarming B. You supposed it could’ve been a lot worse. Besides reviewing your tests, the class didn’t do much except starting the reading for the next chapter.

Your psychology online class went like it usually did, however your phone blew up with texts about midway through the block. Glancing down, you saw that it was Haley. Shouldn’t she be in class?

Hales : )

(Y/n) meet me in the locker room right after school

I need to talk to you before practice starts

It’s an emergency

(Y/n)

What’s going on?

Hales : )

I’ll explain after school.

Can’t talk about it over text

(Y/n)

Alright, see ya then ig

You felt your gut twinge. Something’s wrong, but you didn’t know what. You were worried about Haley, usually she was really bubbly. You’ve never seen the senior act so strange before. You could only wait the block out until the bell would release you from the confines of the library and into the locker room. After sending a quick text to your brothers that you were going to stay after school for your practice, you stared blankly at your laptop’s clock as you counted down the minutes left in the class period. Ten minutes. Eight minutes. Four minutes. Two minutes. Thirty seconds-

You shot up from your seat as the bell rang. Pushing past some groups of freshmen that congregated in the hallways, you made a beeline for the locker room. In the locker room, you found Haley sitting on the metal bench on the opposite end of the locker room with her back facing the last row of lockers and facing the brick wall. She was clenching her phone in her hand with an iron grip. You hurried to sit next to her.

“Hales, what’s going on? Talk to me.”

“It’s bad (y/n). Like, really bad.”

“What’s bad? You’re worrying me.”

Wordlessly, she unlocked her phone and handed it to you. On the screen was something that you weren’t expecting to see. You scrolled through the contents and felt your stomach drop with each scroll; someone took pictures of you and Haley throughout the match last night. Every picture was a violation to yours and Haley’s dignities, they had gotten zoomed in pictures of your boobs and asses. Deeper, there were even pictures taken of you changing into your volleyball uniform through your open window. You were only in your underwear. Haley had a similar picture that you scrolled past as fast as you could. Scrolling to the bottom of the text message thread, the person that sent Haley the pictures added a caption to the last picture. It was a picture of you and Haley together celebrating your match, her arm slung around your shoulder with your mouth open mid-laugh.

Unknown

I’m sending these out to the entire school unless you stop hanging around her.

If you tell anyone, the pics will be printed off and put in every single locker and bathroom the school has.

You’ll be the sluts of Klinkver High.

Cut all ties now. You have two days.

Do not try me.

“Jesus christ Haley. Who the fuck would do this? This is sick.”

She took her phone back and locked it without looking at the screen. “I don’t know (y/n). I wanted to tell you not to openly talk to me for a few days. We don’t know who took these, we don’t know what they’re capable of. I don’t wanna risk angering them.”

“We can find them! If we look close enough, we might find a few clues where they were sitting. Do you remember seeing anything suspicious last night?”

“(Y/n), our best option is to leave it. We just can’t talk in person anymore; we can still text each other.”

“Hales, how are we gonna not talk? I’m your setter.”

She ran a hand through her thick black hair. “I don’t know (y/n). Just-just don’t talk to me anymore, I don’t want your pictures leaked.”

“I don’t care about my pictures. My name’s been drug through so much shit this past year that it won’t affect me. I don’t want your stuff leaked.”

She gave a watery laugh, “you care too much, I love that about you…” Glistening eyes turned to look deep into your own. “I’m so scared (y/n), I don’t know what to do.”

You pulled her into a hug, wincing slightly when she squeezed her arms around your upper back. She buried her face into your shoulder and started shaking with muffled sobs. “Haley, I promise I’ll catch whatever sick bastard is doing this to you. You don’t deserve this.”

She said nothing as you rested your chin on the top of her head and started to rock her back and forth slowly. You two stayed like that even after her sobbing resided, finding comfort in each other’s presence. Glancing at the clock, you realized that you two have been in the locker room for an hour. Practice was set to start in fifteen minutes, people were going to start coming into the locker room soon.

You reluctantly pulled away from the hug and looked Haley in her bloodshot eyes, “I’m not going to let those pictures of you get leaked. I swear on my-”

The door to the locker room swung open and loud laughter echoed throughout the room. Haley pushed you away and speed walked off to a bathroom stall, slamming the door shut behind her.

“Damn (y/n), what’d you do? She’s pissed.”

“It’s none of your business, Zara.”

“Oh, so it’s a lover’s quarrel then~” She cackled, her hair bouncing slightly with each heave of her shoulders.

“For the love of… Haley and I aren’t dating, we’re both straight.” She’s straight.

“Mmhm.” She brushed past you to go to her locker. You followed her, your locker was in the grouping next to hers. You shared the area with Haley. You changed as fast as you could so that Haley would have time to change before practice starts. Speed walking into the gym, Zara was hot on your trail wearing a shit eating grin.

“Why are you in such a rush? Giving your girlfriend the silent treatment?”

“Zara. We aren’t dating. For the last time, we’re both heterosexual, not homosexual!” You wildly gestured with your hands to emphasize your point, your voice being amplified by the vast gym. Coach Williams gave you a confused look from across the gym.

“You just keep telling yourself that.”

“I’m serious.”

“Hi serious,” a soft voice replied from behind you, “I’m Jazzy.”

You groaned at the pun at the same time Zara started cackling, giving the short libero a high five. “Nice!”

“That was so bad, Jaz.” You couldn’t help the smile that found its way onto your face.

Zara poked your cheek with a wide grin. “C’mon, you’re smiling!”

“I am and I hate it.”

Your bickering continued with Jazzy watching you two with a content smile. The remaining members of the team (Haley, Marlene, and Zuri) filed into the gym right as Coach Williams blew her whistle.

Practice went by slowly without Haley talking to you. Sure, you had the rest of the team, but it didn’t feel the same with you guys ignoring each other. If the team or Coach Williams noticed you two not talking to each other, they didn’t say anything. By time practice was over, you all went to the locker room to change. After slipping into your fuzzy pajama pants, you sat on the bench and texted Wilbur to come pick you up. He was supposed to pick you up after practice today because he and Techno took the car home after school. Five minutes passed and he still didn’t reply. He probably won’t see the text until you got home from walking.

You sighed, resting your chin in your palm as you leaned forward. One by one, the girls left the locker room until it was only you and Haley left.

“Do you need a ride (y/n)?” She asked gently.

“But what if the person sees us together? I can just walk home, it’s not really a big deal.”

She rolled her eyes at you. “It is a big deal. It’s cold and dark out. You could get kidnapped or something. You don’t even have a coat with you. I’m giving you a ride whether you like it or not.”

You playfully rolled your eyes at her and stood up to walk next to her, “okay, mom.”

“Don’t give me that attitude young lady.”

“You can’t tell me what to do, you’re not my real mom!”

She gasped and lightly smacked the back of your shoulder, “I married your- are you alright? Shit, I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“No, you’re good. It’s just this damned bruise.”

She moved her hands and frantically turned you around to pull the neck of your shirt down. You two stood in front of the school’s main entrance with the nauseatingly bright fluorescent light bouncing off the reflective surface of the tiles. The orange tinted street lights lit up the sidewalk outside.

“(Y/n)-”

“I know what you’re gonna say.”

She scoffed, “oh really? What am I gonna say then, o wise one?”

You turned around to face her, “‘oh, this is bad, yadda yadda yadda.’ Everyone’s been saying that about it. Honestly it looks worse than it feels. Tis but a scratch, m’lady.”

She snorted and covered her mouth, “never call me ‘m’lady’ ever again.”

You started to walk to her car in the empty parking lot. “Or what? What’re ya gonna do?”

“I swear to god, (y/n), I’m gonna leave you here.”

“Do it, pussy. Bet you won’t.”

“You really wanna bet?”

You grinned at her, “hell yeah.”

She broke off into a mad dash to her car, laughing freely into the night sky. You chased after her trying not to move your arms much, your laugh mixing with hers like a perfect symphony composed of the world’s best musicians. The sound of your rubber soles slapping the pavement resonated throughout the parking lot as you quickly gained on her. Reaching out to grab her shirt, she smirked at you and sharply turned to the right into the grass.

You grinned as her pace slowed down slightly. You’d be able to catch her at this pace. You pushed your legs to move faster as she looked at you from over her shoulder and shrieked in surprise at how close you were to her. You cackled at her reaction, reaching out once again, you grabbed her hand. She was stopped dead in her tracks as your shoulder was yanked with the sudden momentum, making you hiss in slight pain. Despite that, you didn’t let go of her soft hand.

You both stood there under the moonlight and the soft orange street lamps trying to catch your breath. The slightly damp blades of grass tickled your ankle as you shifted to face her better. Through gasping breaths and a dopey grin, you said “you… lost, pussy.”

She let out a breathy laugh as she pulled you to her car. “Shuddup.”

“Make me~”

She opened the passenger side door for you and got into the driver's seat. Her car smelled like vanilla and citrus. “Oh, you will later when I make you do more sets in weight lifting tomorrow, hurt shoulder be damned.”

She turned on the ignition and the car revved to life, soft indie pop wafted from the speakers. She backed out of the parking space and sped off to the main road. “You wouldn’t…”

“I’m your captain, (y/n). I can make you do whatever I want.” You felt your cheeks heat up a tad. You were happy that she couldn’t see you.

“Naw, you’re too much of a softie for that. Admit it, I’ve got you wrapped around my little finger.”

She chuckled as she pulled into your driveway and put the car in park. “...Alright, maybe you do. Just a bit.”

She turned to look at you. She looked stunning with the shadows accentuating the contours of her face perfectly. You found yourself glancing at her lips and leaning slightly towards you. To your surprise, she started leaning into you as well. Before your lips could finally mesh together, she pulled back with a sigh and ran her hand through her hair. You felt a rush of disappointment and fear course through your veins. She didn’t like you like that, you should’ve known better. You were so stupid. So, so stu-

“I can’t (y/n). I want to kiss you so bad, but we can’t. Not yet at least. Not until we find the pervert that took those pictures of us.”

You sighed, “right.”

The car was filled with awkward silence. Not even the soft music streaming from the speakers could alleviate the awkwardness. God, you really screwed up your friendship, didn’t you? Sammy, Adrian, and Annie were right; you messed up everything you touched.

You coughed, “I think I’m gonna…”

“Yeah…”

You grabbed your bag and walked into your house, the smell of chicken slapping you in the face instantly. Without checking in with your dad, you hurried up the stairs, desperate for the warm comfort of your bed. That, and if you wanted to get Sammy’s presentation and Adrian’s, Annie’s, and your research papers done by Friday, you had to start as soon as you could. You were going to skip dinner for tonight, you’d just grab more breakfast tomorrow morning.

You plopped on your bed and got started on your research paper. Luckily, you already had all of the sources you were planning on using and the rough outline of each body paragraph, so writing the actual paper wasn’t going to take long. You worked until you heard a knock at your door.

“(Y/n),” Techno’s monotone voice called out, “dinner’s ready.”

“Tell Dad I’m not hungry. Practice’s got me beat, I’m going to bed soon.”

He grunted, “you know he’s not gonna like that right?”

You felt frustration start to swim circles around your chest, “Techno, just tell him that I’m not hungry right now. Please.”

“Damn, you don’t need to be like that. I’ll tell him.”

You heard his stomping footsteps thumping down the hall. Shit, you pissed him off. You were a terrible person, he was just trying to get you to eat something, Pushing back the tears that threatened to spill from your eyes, you forced the panic that was starting to swirl around your body in laps deep into your being. You didn’t have time to deal with your failures and stupid emotions, you had to get this done. You didn’t have time to think about Haley’s warm breath ghosting across your lips. You didn’t have time to think about how she probably regretted almost kissing you. You didn’t have time to fall into an anxiety spiral, you needed to focus if you wanted Adrian, Annie, and Sammy to forgive you. You ruined yours and Haley’s friendship and did the same to yours and Techno’s. They were the only ones you had left. You needed to be a better friend.

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thefanficmonster · 4 years ago

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Never Satisfied [Chapter 2]

Corpse Husband x Original Female Character

Warnings: Language

Collaboration between Vy & Ashens 🖤

“this chick is crazy...and I kinda dig it“

It’s been four days since the incident and he’s all but forgotten about it, removed it from his memory entirely as if girls hide from police in his car on a regular basis.

Today is colder than usual, and his body has been quick to respond to the change, aching around the joints. Some days it’s impossible to move, feeling his clothes and sandpaper and housing spikes as joints. Thankfully, today isn’t that bad, the pain is rather manageable. Which checks out well for him, considering he has to do some cleaning around his apartment. His skin itched at the sight of the mess his living space has become over the last few weeks he hasn’t been bothered to pick up the strewn about items or wash the dishes in the sink.

Standing in his living room, he turns in a circle, taking in the disaster that is surrounding him. His chest tightens, throat closing up due to the overwhelmingness of the work he has ahead of him while all he wants to do is hide in his room, under the blankets of his bed that is for sure not willing to offer him much comfort at the moment, seeing as how it too is a mess.

Forget about that! He isn’t sure if his mind is telling him to forget the task he has at hand or the comfort he has in mind. Either way, he knows what the right thing to do is. It may give him anxiety, but it has to be done.

He clenches his jaw and closes his eyes, taking deep measured breaths and exhaling slowly just like his doctor had instructed him to do, in hopes to ease the tension around his lungs.

Calming down a bit, he finally decides to get on with it, starting with the smallest space he has to clean, hoping accomplishing a small victory would fuel his ambition to move onto the actual rooms with a lesser struggle. So, pulling on his favorite hoodie and a beanie over his black curls, he slips out of the front door and down the stairs of his apartment complex with a trash bag in hand. He may hate cleaning, but he hates messes more, therefore it’s an easy call to make. Easy when putting the two in comparison, a struggle when he actually has to get on with the process of cleaning.

With a deep breath as a final ‘You got this’ before action, he unlocks his car doors and looks around its interior. He starts off with the junk in the front - first tending to the passenger seat where he finds a couple plastic bags and a few water bottles. He keeps the area around the driver’s seat clean as can be, so he skips that side. Unfortunately, now he has to turn to the nightmare that is the backseats.

While it may be tame, compared to most, the three paper bags, five disposable coffee cups that he’d dropped to the floor are more than enough to annoy him. He also makes a frustrating find of a hoodie, a few shirts, a hat, and what appears to be a forgotten CVS bag of medication. Much to his dismay, there’s more: handfuls of old receipts that he is now shoving into the garbage bag he has in hand along with straw wrappers, a few stray cold fries dating back to God-knows-when. He sighs, somewhat relieved to see the backseat is doing a lot better now than it was a couple minutes ago, though it’s not even entirely clean just yet. Something catches his eye though - a choker that was probably covered by one of the clothing items he had found. He picks it up, turning it over in his hand. It’s made of soft leather with a gunmetal ”C” and a pentagram embossed on it. It has a leather braided cord on both ends to tie together and no price tag or brand to indicate its origin. He can’t remember buying this...but then again, retail therapy is a thing and it wouldn’t be the first time he forgot a purchase. He gives it one final once-over before shrugging and pocketing it. After collecting the headphones he’d also dumped in the back and retrieving a pair of boots from the trunk, he locks up his car and heads back into the building, mentally preparing himself for facing the terror of cleaning his apartment.

Returning to his place after tossing the trash in the dumpster along the way, Corpse locks the front door behind him and proceeds to drop the things he’s brought back near the front door.

This defeats the purpose of cleaning up in the first place, Corpse. He scolds himself but that’s what it remains at - just a scold. He slips the hoodie off his torso, but pauses when the leather collar falls to the floor. Tossing the clothing item on a dining room chair behind him, he picks up the choker and, without as much as a second thought, places it around his throat just below his Adam’s apple The metal feels cool against his skin and as he ties the leather cords at the back of his neck the corners of his lips curve upwards just a little.

I probably look stupid. He thinks to himself. Corpse tries not to look much at his own reflection, mostly because it’s a reminder of how little sleep he gets with the dark circles and worn out, exhausted eyes staring back at him whenever he looks. But when he catches a glimpse of himself in his peripheral on his way to piss, he admires his reflection, or more so the way the black leather stands out across his pale skin. He’s gotta admit, it looks pretty cool. Edgy. Very urban. Goth maybe? But he still prefers the chains he’s known to wear over chokers.

After doing his business, he starts heading toward his office with the intention of recording a new story for his channel if he manages to find a decent submission - and also to ignore the cleaning he still had to do eventually - when the sound of someone banging on the door of his neighbor’s apartment makes him jump, thinking the sound was coming from his door instead. Being the nosey bitch he is, he creeps to his door, listening to the muffled and almost completely incomprehensible voices from across the hall. The screaming match taking place is making him rather nervous and anxious and as much as he’d rather hide in his room and pretend he never heard or saw anything, he also doesn’t want the altercation to escalate into anything physical.

“You fucking bailed on me!” An angry female shout dominates over the other voice, a male one, that’s quick to follow the previous example with the tone volume.

“You almost got caught, it's not my fault you screwed up!” It’s the male’s turn to shout, his words intriguing Corpse.

Got caught? Screwed up what?

“Fuck you! You don’t just ditch like that! That’s such a dick move!”

Ditched? If it wasn’t for the ‘getting caught’ part I would’ve thought it was a flopped date?

“I wasn’t about to get arrested for your klepto ass! I’m done with your shit!” The male voice takes the upper hand again, and though the female attempts to speak, she’s promptly cut off by the male, “No! No, I said I’m fucking done! Get the fuck out of my apartment!” A loud bang that sounded remarkably like a chair being flipped over made Corpse jump again with his thoughts once again racing to try and make sense of the situation.

Klepto? So she’s a thief. Great. He rolls his eyes, not that he needed a reminder that he lives in a bad neighborhood, but he sure got it. He inhales slowly, finally deciding to check the aftermath in the hallway. Again, it isn’t his business whatsoever, but he can’t rest easy until he knows there isn’t an injured person outside his door right now. He peeks out the peephole before unlocking the door and sticking his head out to see a long haired individual still standing in front of his neighbor’s door. They have their back turned to him and are getting prepared to start banging on the door once again.

“Little scared-ass bitch! I’ll be back for my shit!” She screams, kicking the door to punctuate her point.

This chick is absolutely nuts. Everything in his gut is telling him to turn around and go back inside but his brain’s less-rational side is convincing him to check on her. He carefully steps into the hallway, swallowing nervously as he reaches out to tap her shoulder. “Are um-...you okay?”

The girl whips around, a furious expression on her face. Corpse makes a pause, his eyes widening at the sight of that familiar face.

Holy shit, I know this girl.

Standing in front of him is the girl who leaped into the backseat of his car only a few days ago.

Shit! What are the odds?

She’s wearing a pair of black skinny jeans and a cropped sweatshirt with the quote “Mercury’s in Gatorade or Some Shit” written in bold letters and a solar system around it, with a leather jacket on top.

His mouth dries when he makes a realization...

Oh fuck. She’s way prettier in the natural light instead of that ugly light I saw her in that night.

“Oh hey! Parking lot guy! What are y-...is that my choker?” She interrupts herself, looking closer at the black leather on his pale skin, her brows furrowing. He’d forgotten he was even wearing it to be honest, but she seems to recognize it. “That’s my fucking choker, dude! I’ve been looking everywhere for it!” She reaches up seemingly with the intention of taking it off him, causing his whole body to freeze up.

Finally finding his senses, Corpse takes half a step back, eyes slightly widened, “Woah, hey! Easy there, I’m pretty sure I bought this.” He warns, hands hesitantly held out in front of himself to try and create some distance between them.

She seems not to take the hint at his desire for personal space as she reaches out again, stepping closer. “No, I made it with my own two hands, man! It’s got a C on it for my name - Cora.” She says sharply to the point of anger that honestly frightens him a bit.

He quickly unties the leather straps, removing it from his neck. However, he refuses to give it back so easily as he holds it up out of her reach.

Maybe if it isn’t on me she won’t be all up in his personal space. Yeah, it’s a bit evil, but he didn’t care. Besides, part of him is still mad about the fact she used his car as a hiding spot, shooting his anxiety through the roof in the process.

“I feel like you owe me for those fries you stole last time we saw each other. Make it up to me and I’ll give it back. If it’s even yours, that is...” He says, brows furrowing slightly and eyes narrowing as he takes another step back. “And, you know, for nearly getting me busted by the police for something I wasn’t even a part of.”

Sure, he was talking but her eyes are wandering analyzing him: first the silver chains around his neck that glimmer in the light and his dark hair, strands dangling carelessly as a curtain over his face.

He too finds himself admiring her, memorizing her features better in this light. She has olive skin and sports a little bit of a tan. Stray locks of wavy dark brown hair hang around her ears having come loose from her messy bun. She has earthy brown eyes with flecks of green that he can’t help but stare at, despite their current sharpness. Her right arm is decorated with a few small tattoos: a skull of some sort of animal that appears to be puking flowers; a small cartoon t-rex floating via many colorful balloons and a brain with a spiky spiral in the center of it. She has a single line drawn around her pinky finger on the hand of the other arm and the shadowy silhouette of a forest around her wrist. However, the one thing Corpse could see better than all of that, was she is pissed.

“Gimme my fucking choker back! I paid you for those fries, it’s not my fault you spent them on douchebag lessons!” She snaps, hopping to try and grab his arm.

She is pressed up against him now, a wave of perfume hitting him when she attempts another jump. He holds the choker higher, maybe even subconsciously, just enjoying the warm presence of another body for as long as possible - not that he’d admit that.

Corpse’s brief content comes crashing down as he stumbles backwards when he feels something hard on his hip and her hands grabbing at the front of his shirt.

“Wait-“ He tries to say, but is cut off when a good amount of weight pulls at his jeans. “Oh Fuck!” He rasps out, dropping the choker as he slams onto the floor. In the split second he spared to take a breath, his pants had been yanked down to his knees and his neck was crooked up against his door. He’s now lying on the floor as the girl hovers over him having landed with her hand on top of his head and one leg over his chest while the other is pinning his arm down.

While remaining unmoving under the girl, he takes a moment to let the previous five seconds sink in before replaying them in his mind:

This small woman, Cora she said her name was, had put the boot clad toes of her left foot into the pocket of his baggy jeans to use as a stepping stool. In turn, they were shoved down, effectively pantsing him and tearing the pocket before knocking them both to the floor.

Corpse leans against his door, jeans still around his knees, hair a mess as he watches Cora stand up from where she’d practically tackled him and equip the choker.

“Serves you right.” She sticks her tongue out, tying the piece of jewelry behind her neck. “Now get up before someone calls the cops, we both know what happens then.” She rolls her eyes and bends down, offering her hands to help him up after he situated his trousers.

“Ah-um...I-...” anxiety started reigning in his chest and head as he realized everything that had happened. He takes both her hands and she uses all her weight to pull him up. Her pull was so strong that when he stood up, he had to hold her tight to keep her from falling back. He stabilizes her, maybe a little too hard because her chest collides with his. He apologizes under his breath, releasing her hands quickly. “Don’t people buy dinner first before yanking off their pants?” He snorts, trying to make light of the situation and crossing his arms over his chest. “But then again, you stole my dinner.”

“Are you insinuating I should take off my pants?” She asks with a smirk.

Corpse nearly chokes on his own inhale, eyes wide as he quickly looks away.

Oh my god is she serious? “N-no!” He says, perhaps too quickly. Too loudly. His cheeks turned dark pink as he gapes at her for a moment before furrowing his brows again. He hunches his shoulders a little, doing his best to avoid those sharp hazel eyes.

She’s pretty. Way too pretty for him and now she has him all flustered. This girl has way too much power over the agoraphobic anxiety bundle that is Corpse.

“Oh so you’re insinuating that I should buy you dinner since I took off your pants?” She prompts, eyes narrowing with a delighted little smirk on her face. She has to be enjoying watching him squirm in embarrassment, otherwise, why would she keep asking questions like that? Of course she does. She is like every other girl in his life.

“I’m..-just...Forget it.” He mumbles, shrinking back away from her as he turns to go back inside the safety of his apartment.

She’s probably making fun of me. Great, as if I didn’t have enough self-esteem issues already.

Before he could get inside, a hand grabs his shirt at the small of his back. “Hey, I’m just fucking with you, dude.” She says, giving the shirt’s fabric a tug.

He turns and looks at her with wary eyes, wondering if she was trying to goad him into falling for her taunting again. But the ice in her gaze has melted and she gives him a crooked smile. “Lemme buy you dinner to pay you back. It’s the least I can do after you helped keep my ass out of jail.” She releases his shirt after a brief moment of reluctance and then offers her hand to him for a handshake. “Oh, I should introduce myself, officially this time. I’m Cora.”

Corpse looks at her hand and carefully takes it. She has small hands and his long fingers practically engulfed hers as he shakes it lightly. He gives her his name in return and she smiles that light filled, beaming smile he remembers from the car.

“Nice to, um- meet you, I guess.” He finds himself staring at her, unknowingly still holding her hand in his until she looks up and grins a little wider.

“This seems like a roundabout way to hold my hand, bro. You could have just asked,you know.” She teases, but this time it felt okay, his embarrassment having faded slightly, but he still hurries to look away and release his hold on her.

Corpse murmurs a quick apology, but before he could stick his hand back into the ripped pocket of his jeans, she takes hold of it again, tugging him forward. “Come on, lock your door. I’ll buy you something to eat. You drive though.” She lets go of his hand after a moment and, much to his surprise, he catches himself missing the warmth that it provided him while it was there. Turning, he ducked into his apartment to grab his hoodie and keys, feeling suddenly thankful he’d cleaned his car out.

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watermelonsugar2612 · 3 years ago

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'MY DREAM WEDDING'

Okay- I'm sorry but I skipped some of the story, like wedding prep. I really wanted to write about their bachelor parties. In the story now, they're getting married in a week. Also, now the story is from Ginny's POV. I read a bunch of fics from her POV and fell in love. Sorry its so late too, I had exams. Now read on.

Ginny’s bachelorette

“I can’t believe we’re getting married in a week, fiance dearest!” I smiled as Harry and I sat in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place. We had just finished breakfast and we had our bachelor and bachelorette party tonight. “Me too fiancee,” Harry grinned, gave me a little peck on the lips and took his dish to the sink. He put it down and washed his hands. “Are you all set for your bachelorette tomorrow?” I asked him as I washed the dishes and he changed into a shirt. “Yeah. A few of the blokes are going for drinks.” he said unimportantly. “Cool,” I said and put away the last dish. He stepped away, his shirt was buttoned except the top two buttons, and his raven locks were messy as usual. “Bye baby, I’ll see you tomorrow. I love you, I’ll miss you” he said, gave me a short kiss. “I love you too, I’ll apparate to Grimmauld if I can’t sleep okay?” I made a cute face. “Of course baby, I probably won’t be able to sleep without you anyway, I’ll miss you,” he gave me another little kiss. “Me too, I’ll miss you so much Harry,” I said again and kissed him. After a few seconds, he pulled away, “I’ll miss you, I’ll miss you, I’ll miss you!” I chanted. “How will I sleep without your little caresses and without your hand in my hair?! Gin-” he said with a raspy voice. By now, I was pinned to the back of the sink and my legs were between his. “Harry, do you think Kingsley would mind if you were a little late?” I smirked as he pulled my skirt and knickers down. He kissed me really hard. Fuck. I thought it would be the end of me. I made my way to unbutton his shirt as he kissed my neck. I tore his shirt off and he did the same to mine. I winced because of the few seconds of missed contact. He continued kissing my neck and made his way down. He kissed my collarbone and unclasped my bra, kissing my breasts. I moaned loudly. He continued his pecs and licks as my hand traveled to his junk. I stroked it a few times.“Fuck- I need to be inside you,” he groaned and I could distinctly feel his huge bulge between my legs. I quickly unbuckled his belt and took his pants off. I was already naked, so he pulled away for a brief and slammed inside me. “Harry!” I moaned at the top of my lungs. “Fuck Gin, you’re still so tight!” he said in response. He thrust at high speed and I whimpered and moaned at the pleasure. “Harder Harry! Go faster!” I moaned again and he followed my command. He thrust and continued to kiss my neck, now fondling my breast. He made way to clit and massaged it. I felt my insides tighten and he stopped massaging at once. “I’m coming, Harry! HARRY-” I clenched around him and a huge wave of pleasure overtook me. “Ginny!” he moaned and came on his high. He slowly rode us out back low. “That is going to be one to remember! I think we came in like record time,” Harry grinned. “You git, if I told you, you wouldn’t believe how much I got turned on when you told me you would miss me.” I blushed as he pulled out. “No fiancee dearest, you wouldn’t believe how much the fact that I wouldn’t have you in my arms to sleep was a problem. I really will miss-” and I cut him off with a little kiss, I didn’t want to be turned on again. Though honestly, what I was doing would probably turn us on too, so I bit his bottom lip and pulled away. “You have to get to work darling,” I grinned and pushed him away. “Ugh! Fine,” he rolled his eyes and put on a fresh set of clothing and so did I. We were in the bedroom and he apparated away with one little kiss and said, “I can’t wait to make it up to you in the bedroom tomorrow. We’ll go nonstop for hours. I’ll miss you so very much baby.” FUCK! How dare you Harry James Potter, you git! He turned me on again. I mean, me and Harry, on average would shag twice a day, but we because we weren’t going to be able to do that tonight, we’d shagged like 4 times the previous night and once in the morning, in the shower and well, the kitchen. Oh god, I’m blushing like crazy. Someone save me from this man.

Well, for my bachelorette as I had already told Harry, me, Hermoine, Luna, Hannah, Fleur, Angelina, Audrey and mum would have a few drinks at the burrow and gossip.

We were starting celebrations early, we would make dinner and make some treacle tart. Dad would be out for the night, with Harry. Oh, that little piece of eye candy, I thought about Harry and closed my eyes. Ugh, I need help. I wasn’t supposed to think about him, not today. Okay deep breaths. I spent the rest of my day definitely not thinking about Harry and the way he touched me, the fact that he had chosen me of all women, and we were about to get married, nope. Oh! And by the way, I didn’t have quidditch practice because I had taken leave for the wedding and honeymoon, so for like 2 months. It was about 6 pm, we were going to make dinner, I remembered and apparated to the Burrow. I was greeted by all of my bridesmaids (and mum). We made a big dinner and treacle tart for dessert. Now, it was about 10pm and we had all taken our seats in the large living room of the Burrow. I sat in the settee in which I would generally sit in Harry’s lap. He would softly play with my hair and give me little pecks during conversation with my family. He would feed me cookies during Christmas- “Ginny, Ginny, Ginny, GINNY!” my mom interrupted my thoughts. I had an unavoidable blush on my face. “Sorry mum! Yeah, I’m here now,” I said. “Okay, let’s play never have I ever, each time you have done something, you take a shot of firewhiskey” Angelina suggested and everyone nodded. “You go first Hermione,” she continued. “Okay, never have I ever, shagged in public.” Hermione blushed. “You gotta be more specific ‘Mione! Like a restaurant, or a clothes shop-” I was interrupted yet again by Hermione, “Okay, a restaurant?” she finished her question. “Ha! That’s simple, I have, a bunch of times!” I shrugged and I felt a tinge of blush as those memories came back to me, but I shut them off and gulped down a shot. My mum looked at me with a deadly look. “Well I haven’t!” Luna said and Audrey, Hannah, Hermione and mum chimed in and said, they hadn’t either. Fleur and Angelina downed a shot, oh my god! I had to ask Bill and George myself later. “Well, next question!” my mum interrupted before we could get really deep into conversation. “Never have I ever,” Fleur said, “ditched someone for my husband, or vice-versa?” she finished. “Tons of times!” I said as I lifted a glass high up in the air and drank it. “Wait! The time you said you got “emergency practices” or Harry or you had gotten very sick or you had to go to a team meeting or Auror function were all excuses to ditch us?!” Hermione said with her mouth agape. “Not always, but yeah most of the time, we were probably shagging,” I shrugged and took another shot. “Hermione looked furious and honestly so did everyone else, I gave a slight smile. “Never have I ever bought anything from Lady Lilac’s Lingerie,” I asked with a grin and immediately downed a shot. Everyone else looked at me with pure shock. “Do we even want to ask how many times you have bought- lingerie from there?” Hannah said with a disgusted expression. “I mean, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve had it ripped off myself, so no probably not,” I said, suddenly in horror as I saw the number of shocked faces turned toward me. I. should. not. have. said that! It should be illegal for me to talk even when I’m slightly drunk. “Uh-uh next question?” I said with a confused smile. The faces didn’t turn away for quite a long time when mum finally spoke up, “Oh god, everyone, this is her night, let’s not be shocked by my daughters sexual appetite!” everyone laughed. “Never have I ever, had sex in the burrow, this only applies to after you moved out!” mum questioned. I downed another shot, no one else did, and the horrified expressions returned. “I can’t believe I’m asking this, but with which room, Ginny Weasley?!” mum almost screamed. I wasn’t sure if I should answer this question but my drunk brain did anyway, “Ron’s, and even the living room, when we were staying here for Christmas!” I grinned. “You are a dead woman Ginny!'' Mum got up and walked toward me. “Fuck. Sorry mum! We scourgifyed it later?” I said as I winced. Mum rolled her eyes and

sat back down. “Okay, this game is a little too much for some of us to take right now, let’s play something else,” Hermione said. “Yeah sure, let’s play 21 truths.” Angelina suggested. “Perfect!” I said. How this game worked was, we would go in a circle and say numbers, one person could say three numbers max in one turn and the person on which ‘21’ landed had to answer a question. The first few rounds went easy and I wasn’t asked anything. It was like the 6th round when, unfortunately, the 21 landed on me. “Okay, shoot a question, who wants to ask me one?” I said accepting defeat. “Well, I think since Ginny is the bride and everyone will have tons of questions for her, everyone gets to ask her one.” Hermione suggested. Everyone grinned and nodded. Fuck. I was so dead. “When was the first time you and Harry had sex and where?” Luna asked. “The room of requirement, sixth year.” I said. That one was easy, thanks Luna. I thought and turned to Angelina. “With who was the best you ever had- wait, let me reframe it, it's pretty obvious its Harry, where was it?” she asked. “Oh! Wow, that's difficult! I mean, all over Grimmauld Place I guess! The kitchen, bedrooms, living room, balcony, bathroom. The locker rooms at Quidditch pitches. And… sorry about this, but at Hermione and Ron’s wedding, in the bridesmaids room, after the ceremony, before dinner. Also, maybe in the Great Lake-” I continued but I was interrupted by mum, “Next person!” she laughed a bit and Fleur continued, “Have you ever had sex on a broomstick?” she said with a little contemplation. “Well, we tried- but it didn’t really work, we kinda tumbled to the ground and finished there, but yeah, no.” I replied. “When you were living at the Burrow, how often would you sneak into the boys room, when I had asked you not to?” mum asked. Shit. “Well…” I cleared my throat, “every night?” I said with a slight shiver and continued, “Harry would switch places with Hermione to sleep with me and at one point all of our belongings were shifted and we didn’t go to the other couples’ room.” I finished. Mum looked at me with those eyes that scared the crap out of me. Her expression softened, “oh well!” she rolled her eyes. “What is the longest you and Harry have lasted while having sex?” Hannah asked. “This is an interesting one, basically we had this bet of who could last longer and I came first after we had sex for like 2 hours. No big deal.” I shrugged as I finally took another shot of firewhiskey. “Wow!” Hannah sighed. “I’m gonna regret asking this, but how many times have you had sex in last night and this morning?” Hermione said, twiddling with her fingers. “Fuck. Do I have to answer that, you are probably going to think I’m insane…” I said insecurely. “Yeah, actually…” Angelina said softly. “Ugh. fine. No one judges me. Like six times- only because I wasn’t going to spend the night with him, so we had decided that we could do it like an extra time at night, and, and, we kinda got carried away, so we did like 3 extra times. Then in the morning, Harry had woken up late and I was in the shower, washing my hair, when he came in to brush his teeth, he saw me and got in, and it kinda just- happened. Then again, we had finished breakfast and Harry was saying that he would miss me, that he couldn’t sleep without me and I was saying it too, somehow it really turned on the both of us, so then, it's pretty obvious Harry would be late for work.” I finished, realising I had said too much. “Wow. I bet you and Harry can’t go till your wedding without having sex!” Hermione spoke up. “Of course we can!” I said loudly, but somewhere, even I knew we couldn’t, but what was wrong with a little friendly argument. “There is no way you could Ginny.” Angelina chimed in. “How can you say that?!” I said as I stood up. “Because you and Harry are like bloody rabbits! We’ve seen you at the Burrow, you cannot be kept apart from one another! Hell, you had sex like 4 extra times because you wouldn’t spend one night togehther!” Hermione said again. “That’s- different!” I said unsurely. “Okay, then prove it

Ginny!” mum said, “You can’t have sex till your wedding night, six days.” she grinned as she finished. “FINE!” I said as I took the bottle of firewhiskey and went to my bedroom. I would be sharing my room with Hermione, Angelina would be with Fleur in Bill’s room, mum would be alone, in her own room, and Luna would be with Hannah in Ron’s. I had started drinking from the bottle directly and was really drunk by now. Then realisation came rushing to me, I wouldn’t be able to have sex with Harry for six days, SIX FUCKING DAYS! I’ll probably go insane, and what about Harry’s promise to me, to ‘make it up in the bedroom’. Fuckkk!! Someone needed to kill me, this very instant. While I was mourning on the floor of my bedroom, Hermione walked in. “You are the worst Hermione! Get out!” I screamed. “What’s up?” she asked unknowingly as she came in and opened her hair. “I bet Harry and Ginny can’t go without having sex till their wedding! Meh,meh,meh,meh.” I said mockingly. “Well, I bet you can’t!” she said normally. “You bitch! I know I can’t but what will I say to Harry?! ‘Harry I can’t have sex with you for a week because my bridesmaids are such bitches for betting on my sex life!’' I continued mocking her. “Ginny, it was harmless, you don’t actually have to do it!'' She continued her business and I continued downing shots. “YES, I DO! It is now on my pride Hermione Granger!” I screamed. “Well then, do it I guess?” she said again. “Fine!” I said, pouring another shot. “But what about his promise?!” I muttered to myself but I guess I was louder because Hermione heard. “What promise?” she said as she sat down beside me and took the bottle of firewhiskey from my hand, pouring herself a shot. “Well- uh, in the morning, after we had sex in the kitchen. Ugh wait. Let me tell it to you from the beginning.” I said, sighed and continued, “We were just talking randomly about our bachelorette party tonight. We had just finished breakfast. Harry was standing near the sink of the dining room putting on a shirt, he came out, looking… What's the word, yummy? Properly buttoned up shirt, messy hair and those green fucking eyes… He said something like ‘Bye baby, I’ll miss you.’ and boy was that hot. Then I said that I would- apparate to him if I couldn’t sleep. He said, ‘I probably won’t be able to sleep without you anyway.’ I said I would miss him too, a lot. Then I was chanting into the kitchen that I would miss him. Then he was like how would he sleep without my hand in his hair and the tiny caresses I would do on his bare chest. Fuck, that chest. Mmmmm…” I said getting lost in the imagination of his chest. I was bought back from the world of imagination by a nudge from Hermione’s elbow. “Yeah sorry. So yeah the tiny caresses. He pinned me to the back of the sink and well, then we just had sex there, standing. I’ll skip the details, afterwards, we both got dressed and I said that he was a git for having me so turned on by the tiniest things and he said that it was true, he couldn’t sleep and would be thinking of me. When we were done he made a promise, ‘I’ll make it up to you in the bedroom tomorrow. We’ll go nonstop for hours. I’ll really miss you’ he said something like that and apparated away!” I finished. “Wow, you two have some serious issues. Do you have any idea why he still has that effect on you, you’ve been dating for 4 years, you're about to get married?” Hermione muttered. “I have no fucking idea! But that’s not even the problem! How will I tell him?!” I said. Me and Hermione chatted for a while and went to bed soon enough. I woke up the next morning, hungover as fuck. I had dark circles and my hair was all messy. My breath, yuck. I brushed my teeth and took a bath, went downstairs to find everyone except Hermione (who was in the shower) dressed and having breakfast. The hangover potion lay on the table and I took it and got almost instant relief from the constant throbbing of my head. “Morning guys! I just wanted to inform you that I am taking the bet!” I said proudly. “Great, we bet 100 galleons, together.” Angelina said as

Hermione walked downstairs. “Great!” I said and grabbed a piece of toast and egg. I finished and said. “The party was great! Thanks, I will see you all later.” I said as I apparated to Grimmauld Place.

#hinny wedding #hinny smut #domestic hinny #ginny weasley #ginny is such a badass #molly weasley #hermione granger #harry x ginny #harry potter #ginny potter

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jawritter · 5 years ago

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Mine...

Request: Could you do a one shot where the reader lives with Sam and dean they are best friends. The reader and dean have a secret relationship and dean gets jealous of the reader and Sam hanging out all day. So Dean shows the reader who she belongs too in the bedroom.

Warnings: SMMUUTTTT!!! LOL, unprotected sex, hair pulling, dom!dean, hint of breading kink, biting, daddy!kink, hint of praise kink, rough sex, jealous!dean (yep he has a warning lol.) language. a little bit of edging, orgasm denial. I think that’s about it.

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Reader (friends) Dean Winchester x Reader

Word Count: 2226

A/N: As always all mistakes are mine! Feedback is golden! Please don’t copy my work! I hope you all enjoy this one! Trying to knock down some of these requests because they kind of piled up on me lol.

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"Looks like we're going to get another 8 to 10 inches by nightfall," Sam announces as he flops down at the table in the kitchen of the bunker you have been calling home for the last two years. "So it looks like we're going to be stuck here a little longer, all the roads are closed going in and out of town, and the DOTD says just about everything is not passable."

"Great! More time indoors! Just what I wanted to hear! Did I mention how much I HATE winter?" you complained as you sit down a cup of coffee in front of Sam, and took a seat across from him with your own.

Dean was leaning up against the island in the middle of the kitchen. Looking at the two of you silently. He'd about reach the end of his rope with sitting inside and doing nothing. Dean was used to hunting, and if this snow blast didn't clear out of here soon, and he wasn't able to blow off some steam by chopping the head off of some freak he was going to eat the business end of his favorite pistol.

"Well we could use the time to go through some of those old documents in the file room, or we can lay up all day long and watch crap TV, up to you." Sam suggested, and while you normally didn't' mind research, today you just weren't into it.

"I vote for crap TV," you said.

You could almost feel Dean's eyes boring into the back of your head.

"What's up Dean?" Sam asked his brother, noticing his change in demeanor, and the murderous look he was giving the two of you currently.

"Nothing. I'm just going to go work on Baby," he mumbled, slamming his coffee cup down into the sink and stalking out of the kitchen.

"What's wrong with him?" Sam asked, and you just shrugged it off.

"No Idea. Cabin fever maybe?" you suggest, knowing damn well that wasn't the problem.

See you and Sam were best friends and had been since the day you'd meet the Winchester brothers. You just clicked. You both loved research and were a bit nerdy if you were being honest.

Dean on the other hand, well, you and Dean were something else altogether.

For the last few months, you and Dean had been secretly in a relationship that started after you fell in bed with each other on a particularly bad hunt where you lost a child that drowned in a bathtub before Dean or yourself could stop that particular nasty poltergeist.

You'd both walked away a little shook up from that hunt, and when you got back to the motel room and Sammy went out to get food Dean had confessed his feelings for you, which ended up with the two of you in the bed, then the shower, then in the backseat of Baby later that night while Sammy was in the room sound asleep.

Dean always was a little bit of a jealous type, and your decision to keep this a secret for a little while so that you didn't have a giant Chuck sized target on your back until this war with him was all sorted out had been anything but easy for Dean.

Lately, he seemed to be getting more and more uneasy about the platonic friendship with Sam, as much as he'd been trying not to show it. Still, you weren't going to blow your friend off because your boyfriend was in a mood.

So for the rest of the day, Sam and yourself watched crap TV and ate junk food. Dean stayed hidden in the garage with his car, he didn't come in for lunch and when he came in for dinner all he did was glare at you.

After dinner, you were standing at the sink washing dishes when Sam came up, gave you a hug, and told you he was turning in for the night. You told him good night and thought you were alone.

Until you felt Dean press himself into you from behind and grab your hair with his free hand, while the other wrapped around your middle and held you to him as tight as he could.

As soon as you felt him against you it's like something shot straight to your core, and you wanted nothing more than to have him take you right there over the island in the kitchen, but that would be too risky.

"You, me, bedroom, 15 minutes," he husked in your ear before sinking his teeth into your neck, not hard enough to hurt you, but hard enough to send a wave of pleasure shooting through your body.

You had to bite down on your lips to stop the moan from escaping you that almost slipped past your defenses.

"Yes sir," you mumbled, and he released you, stalking off towards the shower to clean up from the day.

Quickly as you could with anticipation pumping through you like electricity, you hurriedly finished the dishes and all but ran to Dean's room. Slipping into the room and shutting the door quietly behind you.

You didn't even know he was in there in the dark until he slammed his body into yours, pressing your face first against the door, one hand wrapping back up in your hair, and the other slipping inside the waistband of your leggings and underwear, running his fingers lightly over your slick folds, but avoiding where you wanted him the most.

His mouth attacking your neck and the sensitive skin behind your ear, leaving deep purple bruises and bite marks as he went. You knew you'd never be able to cover those up, but also didn't care.

"Dean," you whined, pressing your ass into his already fully erected cock, taking note that he was completely naked.

You were answered with a deep growl in the back of his throat and a tightening grip on your hair as he spun you around to face him, his eyes almost glowing, even in the almost completely dark room.

"You think you can just lay around on the couch with my little brother all day watching TV like you two are a thing. You're mine, you belong to me, and by the end of the night you're going to know it."

God if you weren't wet before you were now.

Before you could even open your mouth and respond to him Dean's lips found yours in a bruising kiss that was all tongue and teeth. His hands make quick work of stripping your pants and underwear from your body, before breaking the kiss just long enough to rip your shirt off your body.

"No braY/N?" he all but growled, his teeth grazing against your neck as he picked you up by your thighs and started to rut his leaking erection through your wet folds. Your body jerking at the contact of his spongy tip with your swollen clit.

"Daddy please!"

"Shhh. Daddy has rules, and you've been a very bad girl, haven't you? Laid all up on the couch with my little brother. I don't fucking think so, baby girl. It's time Sammy learns just which one of us you belong to."

Carrying you over to the bed he drops you onto the memory foam mattress, his eyes roaming your body like a prize.

"Hands and knees. Now," he commanded you, and you scampered onto your hands and knees for him as he positioned himself behind you on the bed, The familiar clink of a belt buckle sending had your core already clenching around nothing, and he hadn't even touched you yet.

One of his big hands came down on the supple rounds of your ass, massaging the skin there and examining his blank template of flesh that was presented before him.

"Safeword," he commanded.

"Impala."

No sooner had the word escaped your lips when the thick leather of the belt that had just been on Dean's body a little while ago came down hard on your ass, causing a sound that was a squeak, and a moan falls from your lips.

"Count!" he yelled at you, his deep voice sending shivers down your body.

"One"

"Two"

"Three"

"Four"

"Five"

Each slap of the belt got harder and harder. He was pushing your limits and you knew it. Your moans between counting growing louder and louder and you were sure that if Sam couldn't hear the two of you he must be dead. Slick was literally sliding down your thigh as Dean continued to punish your ass.

"Nine"

"Ten"

Finally, he seemed to be satisfied that your as was a delicious shade of red. Running his hand over your heated skin he hummed in approval.

"Good girl," he praised you, pressing his body against yours running his fingers through your dripping fold, pressing his index and middle finger deep inside of you while his thumb rolled over your clit at the same rhythm he was curling his fingers inside of you, hitting that spot deep down inside of you that only he could

"Look at you all wet for Daddy. Do you want Daddy to fuck that pretty little pussy, full you up with my cum until it's dripping out of you, and down that pretty red ass? Make you mine."

He growled in your ear, your walls starting to flutter around his fingers that he had buried deep inside of you, your release so close you could taste it.

Right before you were thrown over the edge of your release he pulled himself from you completely knowing you were close, leaving you cold and shuttering on the bed, still on your hands and knees. You could hear him chuckle almost darkly as he rounded the bed pumping his thick length as he admired you.

"Dean please!" you begged him as he cocked his head to the side, watching you, his eyes lust blown, and a look that reminded you of his time as a demon on his face.

"Please what, baby girl? What do you want Daddy to do to you, all you gotta do is ask?"

You whined as he continued to work his tick length slowly keeping himself ready.

"Please Daddy, fuck me!" you whined and he was on you faster than you expected him to be. Grabbing you by your hair and maneuvering you to your back and he crawled over your body. Settling himself between your legs. His tip pressed into your waiting entrance.

"As you wish, Sweetheart," Dean whispered before slamming into you in one quick deep thrust, not giving you any time at all to adjust to his thick girth as he pounded into you as a punishing pace. The coil tightens in your stomach quickly as he fucks you almost flat onto your stomach, his hand slipping around you, and rubbing your clit in harsh circles matching his pace.

"Dean," you moaned, feeling your release so close that your body was shaking under him. You knew better than to cum without his permission, not when he was this dominant.

"Not yet," he growled feeling your walls flutter around him. lowing himself down as his lips met yours, his thrust deep and slow, his whole demeanor changing as he slowly drove his cocking into your clenching walls, the tip hitting your cervix almost painfully, but in the best way.

"Look at me, Sweetheart," his voice was so soft that it threw you off guard. You looked at him and for the first time, you saw more love and softness in his eyes than you even saw.

"I love, Y/N."

For a moment you were so stunned you didn't know what to say. Tears welling in your eyes surpassing the almost unbearable need to cum for a moment.

"I love you too, Dean."

"Let go, baby girl," he whispered to you as his lips met yours in a tender, passionate kiss. Your walls clamp down around him and his seed spilling deep inside of you as you both feel over the edge together as your orgasms sweep through your bodies, hitting your very soul, Dean's name a prayer on your lips as he grunted into your neck, his hot breath fanning your skin, and sweat damping both of your bodies.

As soon as you both had control over your breathing Dean pulled out of you slowly, kissing you on your lips before disappearing and heading to the bathroom, coming back with a warm damp rag, and a bottle of lotion to soothe your overly red skin of your ass that was still stinging lightly, and you were pretty sure you'd not only be walking funny, but sitting funny tomorrow as well.

Once Dean was done with the aftercare he climbed back into bed and pulled you tight to his chest.

"I'm sorry I lost control like that baby, I was too rough with you tonight," Dean mumbled, pressing a chased kiss to the top of your head.

"You weren't too rough with me Dean. I would have used my safe word if you had been."

"I was jealous of you hanging out with Sammy all day. I can't handle this sinking around. I don't care who knows we're together. I'll deal with whatever happens, and I'll die protecting you if I have to, but I don't give a damn who your mine."

He tucked the covers protectively around you, pulling you even tighter against him.

"I love, Sweetheart."

I love you too, Dean. I'm all yours."

"Mine," Dean mumbled. Kissing you softly. "And I'm all yours."

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rubyeditsandstuff · 3 years ago

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off-topic for my blog here, but it’s my blog and i need to rant. things that have truly sucked about having to live with my able-bodied / ableist moher in law...

MIL: decides i’m no longer allowed to use the bodyscrub / shampoo and conditioner i like, because it affects her allergies, but still smokes in the house which affects my asthma me: unable to use any soap, which means i haven’t had a proper shower in months bc she won’t tell me which soaps won’t affect her, and i definitely can’t afford to try a bunch out to test them. also takes away the bodyscrub which helps pull me back from traumatic memories. and the only shampoo / conditioner she’s approved irritates my skin.

MIL: *forgets to take smth out of the fridge and it goes bad* oh, too bad, that’s a bummer me: *forgets to take smth out of the fridge and it goes bad* MIL: see? this is why you’re a terrible housekeeper.

me: *isn’t able to cook bc of a flareup* MIL telling husband: she’s going to be a bad mother. she’ll let your future kids starve just bc she doesn’t “FEEL” like cooking.

me: *tries to set a boundary with her bc it feels like she’s being controlling and trying to make life decisions for me* MIL: you’re acting like a 12 year old.

MIL: you can walk a mile me: no, i can’t. my body won’t handle it. MIL: yes it will, you just have to build up endurance. if i can do it, so can you

MIL: i am a very big advocate of mental health / wellness, yes. me: *shows a symptom of PTSD* MIL: oh, get over it. your “baggage” is affecting people around you

me: *has srs memory issues due to trauma and forgets smth* MIL: god, why are you so lazy? why didn’t you remember to do this?

me: *says i’m having a long covid day bc it hit me harder due to already poor health, and my recovery has been painfully slow* MIL: you can’t keep using that as an excuse to be lazy

me: *tells mother in law i have an ED and i don’t appreciate her commenting on what i’m eating* MIL: okay, but you shouldn’t be eating that JUNK. eat healthier. are you eating organic? maybe if you ate healthier you’d feel better. and don’t eat too much. oh, but also don’t eat too little

me: *wears pajamas all day bc i don’t have spoons to get dressed / pain’s too bad* MIL: you look sloppy. you should get dressed, you’ll feel better. i’m sure your husband would like it if you dressed up more.

me: *plays video games for a bit bc they help get my brain working, again, and calm me down / distract from pain for a bit* MIL: how dare you play games while there’s still housework to do! there’s dishes to wash, and floors to sweep, and you’re sitting here gaming all day! why are you so lazy??

MIL: you need to start making money me: i can’t work... i physically can’t work MIL: nah, you’re just choosing not to. me: no, i --- MIL: here’s a list of a bunch of jobs and opportunities i want you to look into and, if you don’t, i’m going to talk down to you, call you lazy, lecture you, act like you’re stupid and a burden, and treat you like you’re a stubborn child.

husband: you know, she’s having a really tough time, maybe you could go easier on her. MIL: hmmm, okay, but i have tough times, and i have trauma, too. and if i can just get over it and function, so can she

and this is just a handful. there’s a lot more i just can’t remember off the top of my head, but damn. and husband still doesn’t actually see how ableist this all is, or why it’s even a problem in the first place for her to be treating me like this. but, only a few months more. a few months. and then we don’t gotta live with her anymore. oh, and keep in mind, i do 95% of the housework around the place. like, basically all of it... even on days when pain’s severe...

#ableism tw #venting tw #negativity tw #not an edit

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that-one-gay-girl · 4 years ago

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Oh, Baby - Ch.2

Pairing: Daddy!Dean x Reader

Word Count: 1905

Summary: The Winchester Family prepares for Thanksgiving

A/N: Hey y’all! So originally I planned for this to be the Sequel to my One-shot Oh, Baby. As I was writing it I realized I have so much more I want to put into this story so I’ve decided to turn it into a series. Let me Know if you want to be tagged!

The sound of giggles floated through the bunker as Dean and Sam walked through the door. “Luna May Winchester” you say sternly as she splashes water all over your shirt again.

“I sowy mama” She blows you kisses as you finish washing her off.

“Is that my little bug i hear?” Dean asks as he steps into the bathroom

“Daddy!” She squeals trying to get out of the tub to him.

“Careful baby it's slippery” Dean walks over to the bathtub scooping her up in a towel. “Oh i missed you bug” he kisses her face all over, giggles spilling from her lips.

“Well now that daddy is here mommy is in need of some dry clothes” Dean takes luna to her room to get ready for bed as you walk into the shared bedroom and put pajamas on.

“Daddy read stowy?” Luna asks as Dean puts her rainbow pajamas on and brushes her hair.

“Go pick one out bug” Luna jumps down from her bed and walks over to her reading corner, she grabs three books before running back to her bed and crawling underneath the blankets.

Walking into Luna’s roomas Dean opens the first book, as you sit on the other side of Luna, running your fingers through her hair. Finishing the second book, Luna's eyes close softly as soft snores fall from her lips.

You both kiss her one last time before closing her bedroom door. “How was it? Is Jody all settled into the new place?” you ask

“Yeah, now she's just gotta paint and replace the living room floor and she's done. She really turned that old piece of junk around” Dean replies as you both walk into the kitchen to find Sam eating.

“Hey sam” you hug him quickly before making yourself a mug of hot chocolate. Dean pulls out leftovers from the fridge as the three of you relax and hang out. “So Thanksgiving is coming up, I thought we should invite people over and have dinner?” You question the boys as they eat their dinner.

“Yeah, that could be fun. I’m sure Eileen would love to visit and see Luna!” Sam says excitedly at the thought of seeing Eileen. You chuckle softly at Sam as you finish your drink, resting your head on Dean's shoulder.

“As long as there's lots of pie I don’t care what we do” Dean replies. Shortly after finalizing Thanksgiving plans everyone retires to their rooms for the night.

The next morning you roll over in bed to wrap your arms around Dean only to be met with a tiny body. You open your eyes to see Luna holding back a giggle “What’s so funny baby girl?” you ask her with a smile as you begin tickling her.

“Momma Stop!” she squeals in laughter. You scoop her into your arms as you walk towards the war room.

“Where's daddy and Uncle Sam?” You question the ball of energy wiggling in your arms, as Luna slips from your arms to the ground she takes off running screaming

“Unca Sammy gots a puppy!”. Your eyes widen as you follow behind your daughter. As the war room comes into view you see Dean frowning at Sam who indeed is holding a very small puppy.

“Dude, it's a puppy not a monster, what did you want me to do? Abandon it and let it die?” He looks at Dean questioningly.

“Maybe if you weren’t Mr. Health nut and always going on runs, we wouldn't be in this mess!” Dean responds. Walking into the room you lean against the wall.

“So we have a dog now?” You question your husband as Sam sits on the ground so Luna can play with the puppy.

“No, we are getting rid of it” He responds looking at you sternly.

“Daddy! NO!” Luna cries holding the puppy against her small body. You smirk at Dean as big fat tears roll down Luna’s cheeks

“Like I said, we have a dog now” you say to your husband who now looks defeated.

“Come on unca Sammy!” Luna pulls Sam with her as she chases the puppy down the hall. Kissing Dean softly you tell him

“You’re the best dad, now I have people to invite, a meal to plan, and a grocery store trip to make. Maybe you and Sam could take Luna to the park today, she misses you.”

Thirty minutes later you are sipping coffee at the table as you write down a grocery list. Dean walks into the kitchen, Luna’s small ladybug backpack in hand.

“Luna’s all bundled up, its a little chilly today. We are going to get dog supplies and then head to the park. If you need anything just call ok?” He confirms with you as he kisses your forehead.

Nodding you stand up following him to the impala to say goodbye to your daughter. Opening the back door you double check her buckles and kiss her forehead. “Be good for Daddy babygirl.” You tell her

“I am!” She grins widely showing off her teeth

Laughing softly you close the door and wave as the impala pulls out of the garage. Going back to your room you grab a pair of skinny jeans with a cream sweater, deciding to dress up slightly you grab your new pair of booties, zipping them up.

Grabbing your bag you put the grocery list inside and grab the keys to your car. When you arrive at the grocery store you groan, debating your choice to have a thanksgiving meal as you see the store filled with people.

Grabbing a shopping cart you quickly gather your list of supplies filling the cart to the brim, you consider grabbing a second cart, knowing how much the hunters loved to eat. In the end you manage to get everything into one cart and head to the checkout counter. Once you checkout, you are glad about the credit card scams for once, seeing the large total of $378.43.

Putting the groceries into the trunk of the car you shiver as the wind picks up. If the weather kept this up it would be snowing in no time, you thought to yourself. Turning the car on you turn up the heater as you listen to the soft acoustics of the music drifting quietly throughout the car.

Once you are you notice it’s already two in the afternoon, quickly putting away the groceries you grab your phone begging to make calls to your family. Dialing Jody’s number first you heat up a small lunch for yourself.

“This is Jody.” She answers after the third ring

“Hey Jody! It’s Y/n, I was calling because we decided to do a last minute thanksgiving and we wanted to invite you and the girls.” You tell her happily

“That sounds perfect Y/n, we were just talking about plans for thanksgiving. We will head down there in the morning, it’ll give us plenty of time to catch up and see that gorgeous girl of yours.” She responds

“Great! We’ll see y’all then!” Hanging up you make your way down the list inviting Jody and the girls, Garth, Charlie, and Bobby. You hadn’t seen everyone in a long time and having them in one place together kept a smile on a face.

This year was extra special for another reason, as you finish eating you can’t help but smile down at the small bump of your stomach, two weeks ago you took a pregnancy test. At first you thought it was a stomach bug because Luna was just getting over it.

Turns out, it was another baby. You couldn’t wait to tell Dean about the newest addition but you were worried as well. With the news of your second child coming you had been thinking more and more about leaving the hunting life, you hadn’t shared any of this with your husband but you knew eventually you would have to tell him.

Keeping yourself occupied you clean the bunker, getting it ready for guests. Everyone would arrive tomorrow for Thanksgiving and stay the night. Making sure each room had clean sheets and pillows for your guests. Distracted in cleaning you don’t hear the bunker Door open.

“Mama! I Home!” Luna runs into your arms giggling as she wraps her body around your.

“Hi baby girl, did you have fun at the park?” You ask her, her cheeks and nose slightly rosey. Adjust her so she’s sitting on your hip you walk out of the room to look for Dean.

“Yes! And buttercup plays me!” She tells you excitedly

“Let’s get you warmed up bug” you pour some milk into a mug heating it up in the microwave.

“Pizza delivery!” Dean says as he walks in dropping two large boxes on the table.

Pressing her cold hands onto your face Luna giggles as you gasp at the cold touch. Pouring the warm milk into a sippy cup for her you set her down in her chair, glaring slightly at your husband.

“What?” He says around a slice of pizza.

Saying nothing you grab plates for everyone and dish some for Luna. Sitting down next to her as Sam comes in to eat as welll.

Throughout dinner Luna had begun to start sneezing and sniffling and your husband still had yet to notice. This only added to your annoyance. Once Luna was finished she was basically half asleep. “Sam, could you put her to sleep please, I need to talk to Dean”

“Sure thing Y/n” Sam quickly lifts Luna from her seat bolting from the kitchen recognizing your tone.

“I’m sorry?” He asks unsure of why his wife was now pissed at him.

“Dean! She just got over the stomach bug and now she has a cold! You can’t keep her out so long especially without the right gear! Her hands were freezing cold!” You snap at him

“I’m sorry y/n, you know how much fun she has at the park and with the dog we just lost track of time. She seemed fine and I even made her wear a jacket. I’ll take care of this ok?” He holds your hand rubbing his thumb against you softly.

“Just, don’t it again please.” you say, the annoyance leaving you. “Let’s just go to bed, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.” Standing up you put the leftovers in the fridge before walking to your room with Dean.

Dean sits you on the bed unzipping your shoes and rubbing your feet softly, moaning at the feeling you lay back closing your eyes and drifting to sleep.

Opening your eyes you feel Dean's lips on your neck “Morning baby” he says gruffly

“Mm” you smile rolling over on top of Dean, straddling his hips. “Good morning” you lean down kissing him. Your lips capture his in a fight for dominance.

“I could definitely get used to waking up like this” He smirks as you run your hand down his chest

“Can’t help myself, you’re just so damn irresistible Mr. Winchester” You lean down kissing his neck

He flips you over quickly pining you underneath him “Don’t start something you can’t finish baby” He runs his hand down your body kissing you all over

“We’ve got 15 minutes before she’s up” You gasp as he reaches your sweet spot

“That’s all I need” he smirks, pulling the sheets over your entangled bodies.

Chapter 3

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kaibacxrps · 4 years ago

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Something new, something blue!

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"Please, for me?"

"No."

"Please?"

And round and round went this debate with Mokuba for quite a while. Mokuba argued that clearly Set's hair was separate, because it got longer, so anything done to it shouldn't effect his brother. Seto argued he didn't care, it was still his body, changes or not when he switched with the spirit. Round and round it went. But Mokuba was persistent about this. He'd already gone though all the work of getting the dye and learning how to do it. Nothing would stop him.

Which is how Seto found himself sitting on a stool in the shower, Millennium rod held in crossed arms as his little brother set everything up.

Gods, was that bleach? If this didn't work as intended, he had no idea what he would do. Wear a hat for several moths so people couldn't see it? He never should have agreed to this.

Mokuba approached with containers and brushes and several things Seto didn't want to know what they were. "Okayyy... I think everything's ready! Set, you there? We got a surprise for you! Switch out with Seto!"

It felt good to be back in Seto’s body, things were starting to return to it’s usual after their previous adventure. That was the longest time they had been separated, from one another. Nothing they hads been through thus far, came close to match the scale of it.

Thankfully, it was all over for good. And to celebrate it, they decided to take the weekend off work in order to dedicate some time for themselves and get much needed rest.

But it appeared a certain someone had other plans for today.

Set watched over the brothers banter with each other, since Seto woke up. He didn’t know the context, or even why they were arguing in the first place as such he chose not to interfere and instead watch from the back of his vessel’s mind. Until he was called by Mokuba.

The spirit appeared before Seto, he exchanged looks with him before swapping places- taking control over the body. It quickly went through it’s usual changes, the hair’s length served as proof of it. “I’m here Mokuba. Do you mind telling me what’s this all about?”

"Surprise!" Mokuba held up the dish of blue hair dye with a grin. Meanwhile, Seto was trying his best to not look in his astral form.

Really, he should just retreat into his soul room and try to not think about the damages. But if he did that, who would tell Mokuba if he was going overboard?

"It's hair dye," Mokuba explained. "I saw you looking at those people who had done their own. I learned everything to do it perfectly, promise! I was thinking of just doing a couple of strands of yours. I gotta bleach it first, but... you in?"

The younger Kaiba was also hoping that this would help them all settle down from that orichcalcos junk--even if Seto didn't wholly approve.

Set's gaze shifted between the boy and the things that surrounded them, in the bathroom. "Oh, so that's why he..." His voice trailed of as he finally caught on to what this feud, was all about.

Mokuba was very observant. Although, it wasn't something Set tried to ever hide. It was no secret how fascinated he was with the modern world's beauty, they had the chance to try a few things here and there. But they were mostly small things, which Kaiba would simply wash off the next day.

Nothing so far, came close to something like this.

The offer was no doubt extremely appealing to the spirit, who seemed to be fascinated by the pretty dye color. However, this didn't take a genius to think or figure out, there was an uncertainty whether this would affect Seto or not. Yet, he could see in the younger Kaiba's eyes, how he just wishes to try and help them get over what they went through recently... It wouldn't be fair to him if he simply gave a no.

He will bite the bullet on this one. Seto has braided his hair in the past, several times and they never appeared whenever the other took control over the body... So maybe, that would work in their favor.

"... Ah- I see. You're right Mokuba. I don't see any harm in giving it a try, so... I'm in Mokuba." Set responded with a gentle smile, without even looking up at Seto's soul.

Mokuba would have pumped a fist, but with his hands full, he instead bounced on the balls of his feet.

"Yes! I'll be careful Seto, promise!" The younger scurried behind the spirit and even got up on a stepstool for good measure.

'I'm sure you will. Just don't get that stuff on my skin, I don't wanna turn blue,' Seto grumbled even though Mokuba couldn't hear him in that form.

Mokuba had planned everything out beforehand, he went and pinned all the hair out of the way he wouldn't be working on. "Here, tilt your head back so it doesn't get on you."

Of couse, Seto had the right mind to change into some clothes that wouldn't matter if they got dirty, but his soul form still hovered close by to watch Mokuba's work. He'd done his own research into it as well.

And with the chosen strands separated, Mokuba carefully started bleaching it so it would hold the new color.

"You want gold as well? I got some of that just in case. Course when you bleach dark hair it kind of does that already. But highlights maybe or nah?"

“Go for it Mokuba, it’ll be fine.”

Set remained still- immobile, and in silence throughout the process. He would do everything that Mokuba asked from him, he can’t wait to see what the child had in stored for him.

A few good chuckles escaped the spirit, as he listened to the brothers banters... Even though Mokuba couldn’t see nor hear Seto’s words.

It was obvious how Set, didn’t share Seto’s worry and concern about the whole thing. How could he? When they haven’t had this much fun in such a long time?

Even before they became victims of Doma’s sinister plans... Kaiba’s defeat in his own tournament, left him with an understandable sour taste in his mouth. That’s the reason why they headed to the United States, so he could focus on his work and try to get his mind off what he had just gone through.

“How’s it going Mokuba? Is it working?” The spirit asked, after sometime had passed since the boy had applied the bleaching product on it.

"Mmm! 'Sh good!" The boy spoke around the bobby pins in his mouth. Once all the strands were ready to take the color he began with the blue, carefully brushing into the hair.

'Oh gods... it's a good thing you don't go to school for me, we'd be kicked out at a moment's notice for having colored hair.'

Seto's form floated nearby, covering half his face with his hand trying to not be obnoxiously watching Mokuba's every move, even if he couldn't see the elder, it would give Seto a small brain aneurysm.

With some more time, the blue was all in, and then it was time for the gold. Mokuba had chosen smaller highlight stands for that, not wanting there to be too much going on at once.

"Well... its done, and hope I did okay." Mokuba said once everything dried.

The younger held up a larger mirror as the eldest was trying his best to not look out of worry.

"What do you think?" The hair held the color well, and Seto even helped to ensure that Mokuba got evey angle of each strand.

“What about Yugi’s hair? Ah-” Set asked to Kaiba, before being interrupted by Mokuba as he showed off the fruits of his labor. His gaze immediately shifted to the boy and his hair, hours had passed since they began this - he could just barely contain his excitment.

Curiosity was plastered all over his face, a wide smile quickly formed on him while his hands ran through the hairlocks and brought them forth so he could have a better look at them. The blue color was the first thing to catch his attention, it even scored a gasp from him as he kept feeling how smooth it felt and stared at how beautiful it all looked.

At first, he had no words to say- he was left speechless. Set didn’t know what to expect out of this, the spirit was amazed at Mokuba’s work. An idea formed in his mind, as he began braiding a hair strand- or at least, attempted to.

“This turned out so much better than I imagiend, I... Ah- Is this how you do it? Seto? Mokuba?”

Yugi--well Kaiba wasn't even sure how that kid's hair worked, and he doubted anyone else did either.

But those thoughts were interrupted once the dye had dried.

The younger Kaiba beamed at his reaction. "I'm so glad it came out good!" Internally, he breathed a sigh of relief. Of couse he had done his research well, but who knew what could have gone wrong while actually doing it, there coulda been another end of world scenario in this time!

Seto hovered closer at his name. And while he didn't wholly approve of what Mokuba had done, he did have to admit it was detailed job.

"Close. Remember even parts, right over left. Keep it tight if you don't want pieces sticking out," Seto explained, making the gestures in the air so Set could see.

Set's focus shifted between the strand in his hands, and Kaiba's motions. He was following the instructions, and he quickly began repeating it with more strands. In no time, he had braided his entire new hair, it was something he was certain would compliment Mokuba's work.

When he finished working on the last strand, the spirit quickly reached out for a mirror he could have a look at the final product. There was a wide smile on his face, as soon as he spotted his reflection.

A few chuckles escaped him in disbelief, it all looked so great in Set's eyes. He quickly ran his hands through the braids, and showed them all off to the brothers.

"How about it now, huh? Ah! I still can't believe at this shade of blue...!"

"Ooh! I hadn't even thought about braiding it, that's a great idea!" With a smile Mokuba reached out to poke locks, careful to not knock them loose. "It mixes the colors in great! Obviously water or washing it will make it fade quicker, but it should look really vibrant for at least a week--well if you were in control for a full week that is. But really your hair will probably grow out before you have to worry about that."

That was under normal logic of course, so in reality Mokuba had no idea how long it would be. But never mind that! Proud with his work, the younger Kaiba started cleaning up all the supplies he used.

Something did pull at Seto's lips though. "I guess you guys didn't have something that could do that back in your day, huh," he said with a hint of amusement. It was almost as if Set was like a kid on his birthday.

“Are you expecting me to say that your time scored a point this time, Seto?” Set spoke out loud in a teasing manner, as he seemed to be looking at where his vessel’s soul currently was at. He didn’t even attempt to cover up the amusement in his face, while still proudly showing off Mokuba’s work. “I suppose you might be right about that.”

The spirit got to be in control of the body for the remainder of the day, and spent it in the company of the younger Kaiba. It almost felt like they were back to their usual, they had finally recovered their lives before everything started.

When was the last time they had the chance to find peace this way?

After tucking Mokuba to sleep in his bed, Set wasted no time in preparing himself for a night of sleep (at least, he hoped so). He proceeded to swap places with Kaiba, once he put on a pajama and headed straight to his soul room.

The day was delightful, yet it still was a draining one in it’s own right. The priest found himself in a personal chamber, it was a replica of sorts from what he used to have back in the day. Set removed most of his garbs and accessories, he only kept on himself a piece that he could sleep with.

It didn’t take long for him to finally, lay down on his bed and rest his head on a pillow. He came close to drifting off... But the sound of footsteps from the outside caught his attention.

‘Was it Seto? Of course it has to be him...’ The priest thought to himself while just barely awake, as he kept his eyes fixated on the door that the other soul would come through. “Come in, Seto...”

A familiar smirk formed at the spirit's words, but Seto said nothing.

But it felt good to spend some time with Mokua, when if it was kind of through the backseat.

But when night came, sleep evaded Kaiba, as it often did. And so he found himself nudging open Set's soul room. For once, careful and undemanding.

But there was one problem. It seemed Set was nearly asleep himself. Kaiba makes a nose of acknowledgement to the invention, and ventures further into the chamber.

"Guess no game night. Can't sleep," he says with a shrug, coming closer to Set's bedside. "But that's nothing new."

So many fresh memories. Of this room being empty, and his mind as well. The silence, sinister.

"Mind if I say? I won't bother you, you can go on to sleep," He just didn't mean stir up trouble either and yet here he was.

The bed is conveniently, large enough for two people. He always enjoyed having a lot of space for himself to sleep, by himself.

A yawn escaped Set’s lips while Seto spoke, he shifted around in his bed slightly so he could be laying on his side and facing his guest. “Yes, sorry about that... Mokuba ended up requiring a lot more attention than expected...” The priest spoke softly and in a slurred tone. It was obvious how he didn’t mind at all, being found like that by the other.

Due to his current state, Set couldn’t even imagine what must have really brought Kaiba here. He assumed it had to do with a force of the habit, and nothing else.

“Sure, of course you can Seto... Make yourself comfortable. I don’t think there are any doors leading to another of my memories for you to watch, or even anything else to entertain you for the night... Ah...” Another yawn interrupted him while he hugged the pillow, and sank his face into it. As he shifted around, his long hairlocks came forth and revealed that they retained everything they have worked on during the day. “Sorry, it has been awhile since we... It was a good day, huh?... You might be better off staying in your soul room tonight... There’s nothing that could- Ah...” Yet another drawn out yawn silenced him.

"I-- it's fine. I just..." he trailed off as he sat down cross-legged on the floor with his back against the bed, not knowing what else to say. And it would be incredibly awkward to try to bring up anything more. No, quiet was better. Quiet, but not silent. Not silent again.

"If I get bored I can fetch something from my room. Go back to sleep." If anything else, he should at least be able to scrounge up a book somewhere.

The dye did seem to stick, even in here. At least Seto's own hair was left un-smurfed, else he would never be taken seriously at Kaiba Corp.

And Seto just didn't want to be left alone in complete silence again. Even if they weren't talking or interacting, at least this way he knew the spirit was still there. Not whisked away by some seal.

Set hummed in a low tone, his eyes were partially open- it was obvious how difficult it was for him to keep them like that.

His mind was empty- in a numb state, the body felt heavy - especially his eyelids.

The priest had considered asking Seto if there was anything bothering him, or what did he miss out on while he was away.

'He must have had his peace... It all must have been nice to him...' The spirit convinced himself of that, he knows how he wouldn't get an answer from Seto in that regard... Even if he did, it wouldn't be clear or he would simply receive a snarky remark about it. Maybe another time...

It was only a matter of a few blinks of his eyes, before they shut down- and he finally drifted off to sleep. A snore didn't take long to escape him, it indicated how Set had fallen into a deep slumber.

Seto breathed out a soft exhale of relief when it was clear that the priest was asleep.

And for a long time, even though Seto had no real idea how long it was, he simply sat there. With his back up against the bed, listening to Set breathe. Just knowing that he was there put him at ease, even if Seto didn't know it.

And after a while, he nodded off. He also couldn't be sure how long his slumber was. Nor did he fully realize it had happened when his balance shifted, making his head pop up as the jarring movement half woke him.

Perhaps he knew what he was doing. Or perhaps not, and he got his own room mixed up with Set's. But with lazy movements, Seto half stood, pulled back the covers to the bed and crawled in, returning them to their place.

Naturally, his body gravitated to the warmth, the chill in his fingers in toes gradually dissipating. His eyes closed again as he buried his face into Set's shoulder.

Set found himself in a state of deep slumber, to a point he didn't even notice Kaiba join him in his bed at some point in the night.

Despite that, his body moved - inched slightly so his face could fit in that position in a more comfortable way. Almost as if he wasn't a stranger to this at all, his body was trained to act like this.

He was so used to his children, crawling into his bed during his sleep whenever they couldn't sleep. This happened often, and he quickly learned to fit them in like that without disrupting his sleep.

Set slept soundly, after all he was confident Seto had found peace during his absence. This won't last much longer...

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linkispink1995 · 5 years ago

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Better as friends (13) Appendix

Previously

Series masterlist

Chapter warnings: language, angst, mentions of surgery , a tiny bit of fluff and mentions of alchohol

A/N : please please stay safe and wash your hands

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Y/n P.o.v

After Steve and I's two arguments and him leaving I noticed that Jackson was quiet and seemed to be looking for something I asked "are you okay" he mumbled "yeah" I responded saying "are you sure". He nodded saying "yeah I'm sure". I brushed it aside before finishing the dishes , after drying the last dish Jackson came in the room saying "mommy my tummy hurts" I nodded saying "did you have enough dinner" he nodded as I added "well how about we go sit and watch a movie" he nodded again before running to the livingroom. As I walked out of the kitchen and took a seat next to Jackson he snuggled into my side which was something he only did when he was really tired or didn't feel good so I asked. "Do you feel okay sweet pea" he shrugged and continued to sit there quietly but I brushed it aside thinking he must've had a long day with Steve since the two were supposed to go to the park.

It was the middle of the night when I was awaken by the feeling a someone shaking my arm , I turned to see Jackson standing by my bed. I yawned before saying "hey sweet pea , are you okay" he shook his head saying "my tummy still hurts". I nodded saying "do you think your gonna be sick" he shook his head again saying "no , can I sleep with you though" I nodded before pulling him into bed with me. A few hours later I noticed that Jackson continued to stir and that he held onto his stomach almost as if it were in pain , I instantly remembered my father going thru the same thing when I was in highschool. I rubbed Jackson arm saying "Jackson baby , where does it hurt" he then pointed to his appendix area and that's when I knew we needed to go to the hospital. I quickly hopped out of bed and grabbed some shoes not caring that I was still in my pajamas I then spoke saying "Jackson go put your shoes on , we need to go to the hospital" he frowned saying "am I gonna be okay" I signed not answering his question and instead said "Jackson just please put on some shoes".

Ten minutes later I was sitting in a hospital room with Jackson waiting for the doctor to come back with the test results while whipping the tears on Jackson's cheeks as he asked. "Am I gonna be okay" I nodded saying "of course your going to be okay, the Same thing happened to papa , your gonna stay here for a couple days and then I'm gonna stay home with you and we can watch movies all day okay". He nodded before the doctor came back to the room saying "well , it's his appendix I suggest surgery before it worsens" I nodded as she added "I'll be back in a few minutes". I nodded again saying "do you know where there's a phone" she nodded before gesturing towards one in the hallways before leaving. I kissed Jacksons forehead before saying "I'll be right back , I gotta call daddy , are you gonna be okay here". He nodded saying "I'm okay I'm a big boy mommy" I nodded before leaving to call Steve , after dialing the number to Steve's apartment he finally answered in a groggy tone "hello". , I already knew he’d be in bed since it was the middle of the night. “Steve” I said causing he to say “Y/n do you know what time it is” I sighed knowing I had to get to the point , given the situation. “Steve you need to come to the hospital , Jackson’s having his appendix removed” after I didn’t get a response I added. “Steve , hello” I then heard “we’ll be there in five” I hung up the phone before going back to Jackson , as I realized that said we and we only could mean one thing I'd have to see Alison again.

A couple minutes later and Steve had entered the hospital room alone. He quickly rushed to Jackson , who was shaking saying “hey buddy , what’s going on” Jackson sighed saying “I have to have surgery”. Steve nodded saying “I know mommy told me , your gonna be okay though , cause when you get out we’re gonna just eat junk food and watch a bunch a movies , okay” Jackson nodded as Steve added “plus your gonna have an awesome scar that'll gonna drive all the girls crazy” Jackson chuckled before asking “do you have any scars daddy” Steve nodded pointed to his upper lip saying “Aunt Robin and I used to work at a mall , and I slipped and fell and ended up with this” he then added “and this” he said pointing to his index finger “ I got from trying to open a beer with a , nevermind" Jackson nodded again saying “does mommy have any”. Before I could answer Steve did saying “one the side of her left foot” I was almost in shock he remembered as Jackson asked “how’d she get it” Steve responded saying “mommy and I were at the lake and she got a seashell caught in her foot” Jackson gasped saying “did she cry” Steve chuckled saying “like a little girl”. I swatted his arm as he continued saying “and then I pulled it out and I had to carry mommy up to the house and we-“ he then cut himself off realizing how this story ends.

After Jackson getting a kiss from both me and Steve , he went into surgery. As Steve and I began to walking back to the waiting room I broke the silence saying. “I can’t believe you remembered” he shrugged as I added “the seashell in my foot at the lake”. He nodded saying “how could I forget , I still have the shell you know” I chuckled at the distant memory before entering the waiting room to see Alison sitting in one of the chairs. She quickly got up to hug Steve“how was he” she asked , Steve nodded saying “he just went in , it’ll be a while” she nodded saying “okay , how are you holding up” Steve again nodded saying “okay , I think”. The two then began walking towards one of the couches in the waiting room , Leaving me in there dust. After a couple of sitting in the waiting room , and all I could hear were Steve and Alisons giggles , stolen kisses and all I could see was how snuggly the two were and how Alison was basically sitting in Steve’s lap. After a few more minutes I decided to leave the love fest and go for a walk , causing Steve to sit up saying. “Where are you going” he asked , I just shrugged saying “a walk” he nodded saying “do you want me to come with”. I shook my head saying “no I’m okay” he sighed saying “Y/n I’m anxious too , but why don’t you sit with us” I shook my head saying “no , I just need to be alone” he continued saying “Y/n you need to sit when was the last time you ate” I sighed saying “it doesn’t matter I’m going for my walk”. Steve back in his chair giving up while I started my walk.

After a few minutes of walking I went back to the waiting room , to find Steve and no Alison. “Where’s Alison” I asked , he sighed saying “she went to get something to eat , which is what you should be doing”. I rolled my eyes saying “whatever” I then gestured to the seat next to him saying “can I sit” he nodded silently. After taking my seat Steve and I sat in silence and all I could do is wait before hearing Steve say “he’ll be okay , he’s a strong kid” I nodded whipping the tears off my cheek as he added “he gets it from you Y/n”. I shook my head saying “no , probably you Steve” he sighed saying “well wherever he gets it from he’s lucky to have you”. I nodded before asking “do you remember last time we were here” he nodded saying “yeah you almost broke my damn hand” I sighed saying “you try pushing a baby out , and having a smile on your face”. I then saw Steve frown at my comment before saying “I’m sorry” I shrugged as he added “that I left that day , it was selfish” I then added “okay how about the first tome we came here”. He chuckled saying “yeah , third grade when I broke my arm after falling in Ms. Andrews class , cause someone put a rubber spider in my backpack ”. I rolled my eyes saying “well you put yellow paint in my shoes" he chuckled at the distant memory before I added " I mean when we were together , I meant when we came for the first time while I was pregnant with him”. He nodded saying “how could I forget the first time I saw him” I responded saying "same way I could forget you when you cried after falling in Mrs. Andrews class you cried and made me promise that I'd never tell Tommy about it". Steve chuckled saying "you didn't though right" I shook my head saying "no I didn't" Steve sighed before saying "do you know why I used to pick on you when we were kids" I shook my head as he added "cause I always liked you , and I -" his cut himself off before I turned around to see Alison standing behind me I then saw a sight from her I thought I'd never see , Alison had tears in her eyes , she was crying. Steve quickly got out of his seat as Alison walked away and Steve being Steve ran after her , and that wasn't something he ever did for me. That's when I realized he had chosen Alison and that it was finally time for me to accept it no matter how painful it was going to be.

Flashback

"Ugh why do I have to go" Steve said practically slamming his head onto the back of his seat almost like a small child who was throwing a tantrum. I sighed saying "because you promised and I've let you bail twice and I'm not going alone". He rolled his eyes saying "but Tommy and the guys wanted to-" he then sensed my annoyance with him before saying "I mean yay we get to see out little peanut" he then placed a kiss on my heavily swollen bump to sell his performance of someone who was interested in going to this appointment with me.

A few minutes of sitting in the waiting room Steve leaned over and whispered into my ear "how long is this gonna take". I sighed saying "I don't know it just depends on how many people are ahead of me I guess" he nodded as I added. "Hey I was thinking maybe that we could get Benny's after this" Steve shrugged saying "we just ate lunch and hour ago" I sighed saying "I know but I'm hungry again and I'd really like a vanilla milkshake". He sighed saying "is it really a good to fill up on all that junk food" I rolled my eyes saying "I'm pregnant Steve what do you want me to do". Before Steve could answer the receptionist spoke saying "Y/n Yl/n" I then tried getting up from my chair before Steve assisted me since it was now an extreme inconvenience for me to stand up. A few minutes later I was sitting on the examination table why Steve was leaning against the wall chewing a peice of gum. A few more minutes later there was a set of knocks on the door , the door then opened revealing Dr. Ryan walked in while intensely looking thru the paper in her hand before saying. "Good afternoon Y/n , Mrs. Yl/n , how are we feeling today" before I could respond she looked up from her papers saying "I'm sorry I didn't realize we brought someone else" she then gestured to shake Steve's hand but he shrugged before she spoke again saying "refresh my memory Y/n how far along are you". I responded saying "uh I'll be six months on the third" she nodded saying "are you sure you seem a little bigger than you were last time" Steve chuckled saying "I tell her to cut back on the junk food but she gets all moody and-". He then cut himself off again realizing that neither Dr. Ryan or I were amused by his words he then held my hand before placing a kiss onto the back of it. Dr. Ryan spoke again saying "could you lift up your shirt a bit and sit back a little". I nodded before exposing my bump to the coldness of the room before she added "this" she said gesturing towards the gel in her hand "is a little cold but you already know that" I again nodded before Dr. Ryan placed the gel onto my stomach before moving it around with the doppler. She than began to point things out like the baby's head and there feet even there little nose which I swore looked almost identical to Steve's the sound of the baby's heartbeat then flooded the room before Steve spoke saying "can you tell what it is". Dr. Ryan nodded saying "I mean I could probably give a good guess but it might not be a hundred percent , would you like to know" I shook my head saying. "No thank you" Steve's face fell in shock before saying "what do you mean no" I sighed saying "I mean no I don't want to know". He rolled his eyes before Dr. Ryan spoke saying "I'll let you clean yourself up and you two can meet me in my office" I shrugged aside her words before she left. As I began to wipe some of the access gel off my stomach Steve spoke again saying "I just cannot believe you , you know what I actually can god you are so selfish". I rolled my eyes and readjusted my shirt before he added "you know what this is my child too and-" I had finally had enough of Steve and his nonsense as I interrupted with. "Oh yes Steve I'm the selfish one , you didn't even want to be here you wanted to go get drunk at the quarry with Tommy and Mark , so you know what if I'm standing in your way just go and get out of here , my appointments almost over and I'll get a ride home". He didn't say anything he just stood there silently before placing a kiss onto my cheek and walking out the door , and that's when I felt it again that pain in the bottom of my heart , the feeling of a peice of my heart breaking all over again.

It was that evening when I decided to be the bigger person and call Steve since after Robin dropped me off cause she was the one I called after my appointment and the minor argument with Steve. The moment I got home all I could think about was the look on Steve's face and how wounded he looked and honesty I was starting to become curious about what the baby was. Not that I had a particular preference since I knew all that I wanted was a healthy baby but I knew that since the beginning of my pregnancy Steve had been claiming that it was a boy who would grow to to be just like him. That thought was one that terrified me and kept me awake at night. As I waited for an answer on the phone I began to rehearse what I was going to say but I was then interrupted by a voice say "hello this is the Harrington's this is Jenifer speaking". I responded saying "hi Mrs. Harrington it's Y/n is Steve there" she responded saying "oh I'm afraid not dear , Steven just stepped out is everything okay". I nodded saying "yeah everything's fine , just could you tell him to give me a call". She responded saying "of course dear and you get your rest" I nodded before continuing to have the most awkward small talk with her. After getting off the phone with Mrs. Harrington I placed the phone back onto the receiver before feeling the inevitable tears begin to build up and like most nights it ended in silent tears and heartbreak.

Flashback over

I had been sitting in the waiting room for an hour and there was still nothing's from the doctor's and no Alison and Steve. I just sat there staring at the wall , I couldn't keep a single thought in my head other than the image of Alison face out of my mind. All I could think about was how I knew exactly what she had witnessed and even though she was terrible and she threatened me but she still was a human being and didn't deserve for that to happen. A few moments of looking into emptiness I finally heard a voice "Jackson Harrington" I looked up to see one of the nurses before she added "he's out of surgery" I nodded before looking around to still see no Steve , so I followed the nurse down the hall. As I began walking down the hallway as she added "he did very well , he's still asleep but he should be wake up soon is there any other visitors or are you here alone dear". I sighed saying "his dad's around here somewhere , I think" she nodded saying "how are you two doing" I furrowed my eyebrows at her words as she added "I'm Doris , I was the nurse who was there when you were discharged from the hospital". I then remembered saying "oh wow I'm so sorry I didn't recognize you , and um yeah I'm good , and uh Jackson's five now ". She nodded saying "I know , he doesn't look like that little baby who came three weeks early anymore" I nodded as she added "and how's Steve". I frowned at the words thinking of earlier saying "he's um good , we uh aren't together anymore though" she frowned saying "I'm sorry dear" she then added "here we are room 251". I then stood in the doorway as she left before taking in the sight of my little boy peacefully sleeping in a hospital bed before quietly waling in the room and taking a seat in the chair placed by the bed.

I sat there for who knows how long before feeling a hand on my shoulder causing me to look up to see Steve standing there. I went to get out of the chair so he could sit since he looked like he needed to causing him to say "no Y/n sit I'm fine". I nodded as the guilt continued to peck at me before Steve broke the silence saying "she's okay , Alison is and um I think I need to clear up what I was saying earlier about how I liked you and I was going to say how I was a stupid kid and now that I've grown up I realized we never worked , we will never work and I am uh gonna start working for my dad in a couple weeks so your gonna need to find someone else to watch him". My jaw fell at his words saying "but you hate your dad" he sighed saying "well it's a job and Alison said-" I cut him off saying "I don't want to talk about this my son just had major surgery and were-" Steve cut me off this time saying. "Are son , I hate when you do that I'm his dad and weather you like that or not I am weather you want to believe it at one point you loved me , and Alison is the best thing to ever happen to me and you just cannot grow up and accept it". I began to feel tears form in my eyes before hearing a voice say "mommy" I turned to see that Jackson had woken up and I wondered how long he was up , I responded saying "hi baby , how are you feeling". He shrugged saying "were you crying mommy" I shook my head saying "no I just had dust in my eyes" he nodded before I said "do you think you wanna try eating something". He shrugged before I whipped some of the fallen tears before I looked up at Steve saying "can I see you in the hallway please" he quietly nodded before we walked out of the room. When Steve and I entered the hallway I finally decided to tell Steve I had enough of his new attitude and that him ridiculing me in front of our sleeping son. As we stood in the hallway , Steve leaning against one door and I across from him when I finally broke the silence by saying "Steve , I honestly don't know how to say this but-" he cut me off saying "oh god , what did I do now". I rolled my eyes saying "that's it , I want you to leave" his face fell as I added "you just belittled me , and I just don't know how you could let her do this to you". He sighed saying "who" causing me to say "Alison , I can't believe you let her-" Steve cut me off saying "god you are so jealous , it is almost so sad that you can't let me have this one thing , the one thing that's made me happy , she is the best thing that's ever happened-". I already knew he was repeating himself from earlier so I cut him off in anger saying "no Steve , that little boy is the best thing that's ever happened not some rich and entitled princess who has fooled you into doing whatever she says , you cannot seriously believe her but you can you would choose her over Jackson in a heartbeat wouldn't you". Steve huffed saying "oh an you wouldn't choose um I don't know Matt" I sighed saying "Matt and I are just friends , why can't you just accept that". He chuckled saying "yeah like how you and I were friends" I shook my head saying "that was completely different I loved you" Steve shook his head before saying "well I didn't , see this is just like the stupid doctor's appointment all over again everything is fine and then we have one little disagreement and you blow up at ne and throw me out". I felt the pain all over again , the tears pricking in my eyes and the feeling of my heart being pulled from within me as I said. "I want you to leave , I'll call you when we get home tomorrow but I can't look at you now and if you find the old Steve let me know cause I'm not even sure if I want this one around my son" . I then returned to the room to see that Jackson had fallen back asleep , I took a seat in the chair besides the bed before closing my eyes trying to not think about the tears falling down my cheeks as I tried to get a few moments of sleep and not think about what had happened.

Steve's P.o.v

It was when Y/n went back into the room when I realized what I had done I stood there for a moment before deciding to apologize but when I walked back into the room to follow her I saw that both Y/n and Jackson were asleep. I then began walking back to the waiting room to see Alison who stood up after acknowledging my presence saying "hey are you ready to go" I shook my head saying "no I think I'm gonna wait out here for a little bit , I gotta talk to Y/n about something". Alison sighed saying "well why don't you talk to her now" I shook my head again saying "she's asleep" Alison huffed saying. "Are you serious" I sighed saying "yeah I am , she's had a long day" she rolled her eyes saying "yeah I bet". I sighed again saying "Alison just try to understand what she's going thru" she rolled her eyes again saying "oh please , god why do you even care , I'm your girlfriend " I huffed saying "Alison , I don't want to talk about this". She frowned saying "I love you" I nodded saying " I uh yeah , but I still just wanna stay for just a little bit". She sighed saying "well what am I supposed to do" I shrugged saying "well you can stay with me" she sighed saying "fine I'll stay". I nodded before she added "but when she wakes up and you two have your little chat , were going home" I nodded knowing it was best for us to not to argue about this right now.

An hour had passed and I had decided to get up and see Jackson and maybe try to talk to Y/n , when I got up it caught Alison's attention since she said. "Were are you going" I knew I couldn't tell her that where I was going but I also knew it wasn't smart to lie to her , but I just had to. "I'm uh going to the bathroom" she nodded before I left the waiting room , as I began walking to the room that I knew Jackson was occupying. I immediately recognized the sound of Y/n and Jackson's voices but there was another one which quickly caught me off guard , I silently peeked into the room to see Matt with his arms around Y/n as I went to turn around to leave without having to be caught and having awkward conversation with Matt while Y/n was mad at me I heard a voice say "Steve". I turned to see Alison in standing behind me with a not very pleasant expression on her face , I then realized the interaction had caught Y/n and Matt's attention. I then walked backed into the room before silently waving to Matt , who returned the gesture by doing the same before Alison said "I'm going to sit in the waiting room" she then pecked my cheek before whispering "and we'll talk about this in the car". After Alison left I quietly entered the room before walking over to Jackson and ruffled the top of his hair saying "how you feeling buddy". Jackson shrugged saying "okay I guess" I nodded saying "well uh , daddy's gonna go but I'll see you tomorrow okay". He nodded before I looked at Y/n saying "is that okay" she nodded before saying "yeah but we'll need to talk" I nodded before kissing Jackson's forehead saying "I'll see you tomorrow buddy". As I left the room and began to make my way to the car I was stopped by hearing an unfamiliar voice say "Steve" I turned around to see a nurse who I somewhat recognized but wasn't sure where. She walked over to me before saying "your Jackson's father , right" I nodded as she added "I'm Doris I was the nurse who took him for his test before he went home" I quickly remembered before saying. "Oh I'm so sorry" she shook her head saying "oh don't worry dear" before I could continue to have this pleasant conversation with Doris but instead I was interrupted by a voice saying "let's go Steven". I turned to see Alison with her hands still on her hip and the unhappy expression I sighed before saying "I'm sorry but it I um have to go , it was nice to see you again though" she silently nodded before I walked down with Alison to the car. As we got to the car Alison began to try snuggled onto my arm which I shrugged away causing her to ask "are you mad at me". I really wanted didn't know how to answer that I mean Alison was ride to not only Y/n , Jackson and I she was rude to some innocent old lady. I mean maybe she was tired since we'd been here since three this morning but I thought she'd understand , I also told her that she didn't have to go and that she could just come visit later but she insisted , I sighed saying "no I'm not , I'm just a little tired" I said before wrapping an arm around her causing her to shrug away saying "so cause you tired you can reject affection from your beautiful girlfriend , what is with you today your fine minute and the next I find you and Y/n giggling like a couple of school girls and then you won't tell me that you love me". I signed before saying "Alison I'm tired can we talk about this later please" she rolled her eyes again before we entered the car. As we began driving home I couldn't help but think about Alison was saying , I mean I knew she loved me but I didn't know if I loved her I mean I knew with Y/n I knew exactly when I realized I was in love with her but with Alison I still had this feeling that something wasn't right like I wasn't seeing the full picture. I mean Y/n wasn't right about Alison was she , she couldn't be but something seemed off , and then it dawned on me why I couldn't say it , I think I still have feelings for Y/n.

Y/n's p.o.v

After the nurse left the room Matt spoke again saying "Y/n we gotta finish talking about earlier" I nodded since earlier Matt and I were talking about the trip when the nurse came by to check on Jackson again. Matt then added "I talked to Colleen about New York and she um can't go". I was a but surprised since when I called Matt after the party and told him I was seriously considering going before he said anything else I asked "is everything okay with you two". He nodded saying "yeah everything is fine um well Colleen and I are going to have a baby" my face fell in surprise as he added "believe me were just as surprised as you are , but were excited um she's due beginning of August I think so it's kinda around my moms birthday". I nodded before pulling him into a hug but before I could congratulate him and ask him the other dozen questions I had I heard the most annoying and agitating say "Steve". Matt and I turned to see Steve and Alison standing in the doorway , Steve silently enterd the room before silently waving to Matt as Alison spoke saying "I'm going to sit in the waiting room" she then whispered something to Steve that I couldn't quite make out but I could tell by the expression on Steve's face that it wasn't good. Steve then walked over to Jackson before ruffled the top of his hair saying "how you feeling buddy". Jackson shrugged saying "okay I guess" Steve nodded saying "well uh , daddy's gonna go but I'll see you tomorrow okay". He nodded before Steve looked at me saying "is that okay" I nodded before saying "yeah but we'll need to talk" he nodded before kissing Jackson's forehead saying "I'll see you tomorrow buddy".

After Steve left and Jackson had somewhat eaten something I moved to the spot on the bed next to him as he slept peacefully before speaking to Matt again saying. "Do you think I'm doing the right thing" he nodded before I added "I mean I keep giving him opportunity after opportunity but do you think I'm just letting him get away with everything". He shook his head saying "Y/n everyone deserves a second chance and so maybe Steve's on his 100th chance and as much as it sucks to see Steve with her you gotta remember that's Jackson's dad , he's the same guy he's just going through some weird stuff". I nodded as he added "and he was right what he said at the birthday party about him being Jackson's dad and-" I cut Matt off saying "Matt he was just in a shitty mood that day , he had no right to speak to you like that" he responded saying "Y/n it's steve he's always in a shitty mood and do you wanna know why" I nodded as he added "because I think he's starting to realize that it will never be the same again". I nodded before deciding to change the subject by asking "how far along is Colleen" he answered saying "a little over three months , we were kinda quiet about it just in case you know" I nodded before saying "if you guys need anything I've got plenty left over from Jackson and I think I don't need to save any of it". Matt then asked "hey I have this friend at work he's a real nice guy-" I cut Matt off again saying "Matt I think I'm just gonna be single" he nodded again before saying "and that's fine to , I loved be single it's oh what the hell I don't remember being single" I chuckled knowing in all of this mess with Alison and Steve I was greatful to have a friend like Matt.

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From One Family To Another

There was a terrible accident, and Tony was the first to find out. This time, it wasn't Stephen or Peter who were the victims, but rather Harley. Or his mom and sister to be more specific. Harley was running errands for his mother, but when he got back to the house...it was up in flames. What was left of his family was taken by the inferno and after he got over his initial shock, he recovered just enough to call Tony. As soon as the engineer told him he would be there in a couple of hours, Harley had closed up again. He didn't say a word when Tony arrived, and the engineer kept one eye on him while he took care of what he needed to so he could take Harley with him back to New York.

As soon as they was taken care of and they took Tony's jet back to New York, Stephen silently showed Harley to the guest room (which would eventually become his) and told him to get some rest. The teen said nothing until the next morning when the sorcerer took food up to his room since he didn't join them for dinner the night before. Harley was hurting but he still needed to eat.

"Here. Try to eat something." Stephen says softly and sets the plate of food on the bare desk.

Harley looks between Stephen and breakfast for a few moments before deciding to crawl out of bed to sit at the desk and eat. His stomach growled loudly and he really was hungry, but he didn't have much of an appetite so that made it hard to eat. He did anyway, and then stopped halfway through to hang his head.

"...I didn't know who else to call." The teen whispers.

"You did the right thing."

Stephen had to keep himself from reaching out to thread his fingers through brown hair. This was not Peter, it was Harley, and he wasn't sure if the motion would be appreciated. For now, he would just have to give the boy his space. If Harley needed physical comfort, he would come to them. Tony, really. Stephen and Harley still weren't very close. The only reason he was checking on him in the first place was because Tony was in a meeting with his lawyers about getting permanent guardianship over Harley...at the very least. Like with Peter, it was Harley's decision if he wanted to take that extra step and let Tony adopt him.

Stephen also couldn't ignore his maternal instinct that Peter had drilled into him. A child was hurting, hungry, and locked himself away in his grief. Mama Bear surfaced. He wasn't the only one worried either. Tony was worried, and even Peter kept glancing up at the bedroom with apprehension. He understood and probably wanted to help, but like Stephen, didn't know if it would be welcome. Tony would probably be the only one who could do something.

When Harley puts his fork down for the final time, Stephen takes the plate, glad to see it almost empty. "If you need anything just ask."

"...thanks." Harley says quietly as he returns to bed.

Stephen frowns as soon as he leaves the bedroom and the door closes behind him. It would be best to let him be until Tony got home. He was Harley's father figure. Stephen was just Tony's husband. At least Harley spoke to him though. What he said made Stephen think that the teen maybe felt a little bad that he called the engineer. That he had barged in on their lives when that wasn't the case at all. Harley needed help and they were all more than willing to give it. Peter wasn't jealous of him anymore and wouldn't mind sharing Mama Bear because he knew that was what Harley needed right now but was too stubborn to accept.

"You're not staying with him?" Peter asks when the sorcerer returns down to the kitchen to deposit the plate in the sink.

"He's not like you cub."

The vigilante pokes at his own eggs with his fork with a thoughtful gaze. "Maybe...but I know how he feels. The last thing I wanted was to be alone. You weren't Aunt May or my mom..." Stephen flinches minutely at that. "...but when you hugged me...I felt safe. I wasn't so worried and I definitely didn't feel alone. I always felt empty and the world was way too big for me until either you or Dad sat with me." Peter looks back up at him. "I'm just trying to say that just sitting with him might help. I know Harley is stubborn and it probably took a lot for him just to call Dad for help...but right now, I think he needs a Mama Bear."

Stephen chuckles and smiles softly at Peter. He had some good points, and the worst Harley could do was ask the sorcerer to leave. So after he washes the dishes, he gently kisses the top of Peter's head on his way back up to Harley's bedroom where he gently raps on the door with his knuckles. Predictably, no answer came, and the sorcerer slowly lets himself back into the bedroom and closes the door. Harley didn't move when Stephen sat on the empty side of the bed, but the doctor knew he wasn't asleep. The teen was either ignoring him or trying to figure out what the man was doing.

Stephen stretches his legs out with his back against the headboard and turns the TV on before throwing caution to the wind and setting his hand on Harley's head. It only took a few moments of brushing his fingers through the teen's hair to break Harley. Quiet sobs escape the teen, and Stephen almost jumps when the boy turns to press his face into the sorcerer's thigh. Peter was right. Harley needed company but was too stubborn to ask for it. It gave quite a bit of insight on how to deal with him in the future.

The crying eventually tapered away to sniffles, and then stopped completely after about half an hour. When Stephen looked down, he found Harley had fallen asleep. He was glad. FRIDAY had told him and Tony that the teen hadn't slept at all the previous evening and that was when they decided it was best to have Stephen try to get him to eat while Tony took care of the custody situation. Harley ate breakfast, and now he was sleeping. There was no doubt in the doctor's mind that the boy wouldn't speak of this moment or even come to him for comfort in the future, but at least Stephen knew what was really going on in Harley's head.

All thanks to Peter of course.

The next couple of hours pass quietly, and the only interruption was when Tony got home and came to check on Harley. When he found him curled into Stephen's leg though, he was openly surprised. The surprise quickly turned into a look that said 'of fucking course' as the engineer rounds the bed to Stephen's side and leans down to kiss him.

"How long has he been asleep?" Tony whispers after he pulls away and sits on the side of the bed.

"Only about two hours." Stephen gently weaves his fingers through brown hair again, a motion he had been absently doing all this time. "How did it go with the lawyers?"

Tony sighs and pulls his sunglasses off to rub his eyes. "Good. It apparently helped that we already have Peter so child services was more lenient about giving us custody. So Harley is ours now."

"...what about his father?"

The engineer scowls. "In the million in one chance that he decides to try and slither back into Harley's life, he'll only be taking the kid from my cold, dead fingers."

"What if Harley wants to go with him?" Stephen asks softly and Tony clenches his teeth.

"It's not going to happen so can we please stop talking about this? Stay with him and I'll go check on Underoos."

Stephen nods and Tony gets up and leaves the room quietly, leaving his husband to his tv show. He wasn't really watching anything. The tv was mainly on for noise and the periodic need for entertainment. Another couple of hours passed like before, and by the time lunchtime rolled around, Harley woke up from his much needed nap. He didn't say anything though. He just turned his attention to the television and enjoyed the hand in his hair.

"It's about lunchtime now." Stephen states quietly. "Do you want to come downstairs with me or do you want me to bring you something?"

Harley's response surprised Stephen. "I...I'll come down."

"Alright. Take your time."

Once Harley moves away from his leg, Stephen gets up and leaves the bedroom, and joins Tony and Peter down in the kitchen. The engineer was currently frying up some bacon, and Peter was stuffing his face with a BLT. He wouldn't have been surprised if it was the vigilante's second one.

"How many sandwiches do you and Spud want?"

Both Stephen and Peter guffaw at the nickname, but the teen chokes on his sandwich momentarily. "Th-that's awful Dad."

Tony ignores him and looks at his husband expectantly. "One...two? Four?"

"Harley is coming down this time." Stephen says with a shake of his head. "Only one for me."

Tony nods and Stephen makes his sandwich once the bacon is finished, and sits at the table with a crossword puzzle he grabs from the junk drawer. Harley came down a few minutes later, his eyes looking a little less red, and asks Tony for two sandwiches. Both men were happy to see that he was willing to eat, and that he even sat at the table with Stephen. Peter had a bad habit of standing at the island to eat, but he and Tony joined the other two at the table and they all ate in comfortable silence with their respective separate entertainment. Stephen with his crosswords, Tony with his tablet, and Peter with his phone. Harley didn't seem to want anything but his food and that was just fine. The fact that he was down here with them instead of hiding in his room was progress.

Stephen wondered if it had anything to do with him. Maybe Peter was right and Harley just needed a reminder that he wasn't alone.

"Hey Spudicus." Tony starts and Harley grimaces at the nickname. "How about some lab time? Just the two of us."

The older teen looks up at the engineer. "...really?"

"Yup. Something I gotta talk to you about anyway." Stephen kicks Tony's shins under the table in warning when Harley frowns and Tony hides a wince. "Nothing bad. More of a...confirmation."

"Okay." Harley says after some hesitancy.

Tony nods and the four of them finish their lunch before he and Harley make their way down to the lab, and Stephen stays with Peter for the rest of the day. Come to find out, taking the other teen down to the lab had been Peter's idea. It was a way to keep his mind off the tragedy, he had said, and it was working. Stephen made a mental note to go to Peter if he felt like he was hitting a wall with Harley. The younger teen obviously knew what he needed even if Harley was being stubborn about it.

Pride. Stubborn's mistress.

It was later that night when Peter and Harley had already gone to bed and Stephen and Tony were getting ready themselves, when the billionaire told the sorcerer what he had talked to Harley about. The custody.

"He took it pretty well."

"You didn't bring up adoption did you?" Stephen asks warily as he slips under the covers.

Tony pulls off his shirt and throws it in the direction of the hamper, missing spectacularly and making Stephen roll his eyes. He would be the one picking that up later. "No. I wasn't going to either, but Harley did so we ended up having that conversation."

"And?"

"I told him we just have permanent guardianship of him. If he wants to take that step, he just needs to say so but I made it clear that it was his choice." The engineer crawls into bed and lays on his stomach with an audible 'thwump'. "He took that pretty well too."

"Well now we can focus on getting him comfortable. We'll need to enroll him in school once he's had time to grieve too." Stephen replies tiredly as he snuggles into his husband's side.

Tony turns to pulls the doctor into his arms. "I mentioned Peter's school and he was okay with it. That way he'll at least know one person and he's smart enough for it."

"Mmm..."

Tony smiles and kisses Stephen's forehead. "Thanks for everything babe. I know I kind of just brought him without talking to you."

"If I minded I would have said something."

"The fact that you don't is one of the reasons I love you."

"Go to sleep Tony." The sorcerer mumbles tiredly. "You're turning into a sap." Tony chuckles in response before settling and closing his eyes, and Stephen presses his face into his neck. "I love you too."

#ironstrange #mama bear stephen strange #supremefamily #peter parker #tony stark #stephen strange #harley keener

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starship-squidlet · 5 years ago

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Kurta’s Moving Castle: Chapter 4

Chapter Summary: Leorio and Gon work on cleaning up the castle. Leorio gets more of a glimpse into Killua's abilities, and finds out more about his and Kurapika's contract.

Word Count: 2,049

Disclaimer: Kurta’s Moving Castle Preface

A/N: Reading the original A/N on this one was like a slap in the face 😂 remember when we thought quarantine would only be two weeks? Then a few months??? And now it’s been almost a year????? Also, I don’t think I finished any of the stories I was talking about here but I did write lots of others so that has to count for something, right?

Original A/N: Hey, all! So sorry for the long time between updates!!! I had been in "writing mode" for a few months or so, and then Christmas happened... Meaning that from early/mid October until early/mid January, I was busy building, running, and striking the Christmas show at work. I was doing six 12+ hours a day at work, and had no time or energy to write, and even after that ended, January was still busy with touring shows and other events, and I still lacked the energy and, even more importantly, the motivation to write. But! I'm currently laid off until at least May 16th (probably longer, realistically), so I'm trying to push myself to write more, and for more fandoms. I'm pretty sure it's been like a year and a half, if not longer, since I updated some of my fics ^^; so, one of my Quarantine goals is to finish a few in-progress stories, and get lots of stuff posted!!! Hopefully my creative run lasts a while, because I have lots of stuff I want to write and share!!!

Previous chapter: Chapter Three

Next chapter: Chapter Five

Somehow, saying 'we have a lot of work to do today' turned out to be an understatement. Leorio and Gon started by sorting through the piles of junk heaped around the main room. Gon told him what was okay to be thrown out, what needed to be kept, and what really should be in one of the other rooms upstairs. Unsurprisingly, most of the debris turned out to be garbage.

When the real trash had been sorted from the slightly-less-trash, Leorio set about finding homes for everything. He left Gon at the sink with the towering stacks of dirty dishes and an ample supply of soap, and started organizing the books, journals, trinkets, magical charms (according to Gon), spell and potion components (also according to Gon), and food first into piles and then onto shelves and into cabinets and drawers.

Once that was done, they moved on to actual cleaning. They dusted, swept, mopped, and wiped every surface in the room. They also built up a pile of laundry, between dirty rags, curtains, blankets, and other assorted fabrics that they found as they worked. This pile formed in the corner near the door, growing as all the other piles receded.

While they cleaned, Leorio intentionally let the fire die down. Killua was extremely unhappy with this turn of events, and made sure to voice his displeasure.

"Old man!" he squawked, down to a small flicker of blue and white, eyes flashing with fury. "Old man! I'm going out over here! Don't you dare let me burn out!!!"

Leorio sighed and went to the hearth. "Don't worry; you'll be fine," grumbled, using a pair of tongs to scoop what was left of Killua, plus the final log, up and out of the fireplace, depositing him in a nearby bucket. He noticed something heavy, just barely contained by Killua's fire, hanging below the log, but didn't pay much attention to it. He is a demon, after all.

Killua was irate. "Hey! Put me back, you crazy old man. Kurapika! A crazy man with tongs just took me out of the fireplace! Help! Kurapika! Gon!"

Leorio ignored the fire demon and started to scrape the heaps of ashes out of the fireplace. He bundled them up in an old blanket, tied the whole thing together at the top, and took it outside to pile with the rest of the garbage.

When Leorio returned, he found Kurapika holding what was left of Killua in his cupped hands. He blew into the flame, tossed a few logs into the fireplace, and deposited Killua on top of the fresh wood. Without a word, he turned towards the door.

Kurapika looked fresh and clean, and was dressed in new clothes. He'd even cut his hair; instead of the tangled, overgrown fringe Leorio had seen before, there was now an even row of short bangs, just long enough to brush against his eyebrows. He tucked his hair behind his ear, a dangling ruby earring catching the light, and offered a bright smile to Leorio and Gon. "Well, I'm off. I have some business to take care of. Leorio, remember—don't get too carried away with your cleaning!" He turned the knob on the door to the color black and whooshed out with a gust of wind. The door slammed shut behind him, and the dial clicked back over to red.

When Leorio turned back to Gon, he saw the sad look on the boy's face before he wiped it away.

"Hey, old man!" Killua roared from the hearth, full of vigor now that he was licking at several dry logs. "You better watch out! If I die, I take Kurapika with me!"

Leorio winced. "I didn't know that."

"Yeah well, there's a lot of things you don't know about us, grandpa," Killua's face narrowed into a scowl and he settled himself on top of the logs.

Leorio glanced down at a tug on his pant leg. Gon was staring up at him, amber eyes wide and earnest. "It looks really great in here, Leorio! I don't think I've ever seen the castle this clean!"

Leorio grinned proudly. "Thank you, Gon." He rested his hands on his hips, not even realizing that he had been able to almost completely straighten his spine. "You know, seeing how great this place looks has given me a fresh burst of energy! Let's get started on the upstairs!"

Gon ran ahead of him and barred the stairs bravely. "You can't go up there!"

Leorio arched a fluffy grey eyebrow and leaned in close, grinning wickedly. "If there's anything you don't want thrown out, better hide it now."

Gon groaned and hopped from foot to foot, looking back and forth between Leorio and the top of the stairs. "Ugh, fine! Just… do my room last!" He spun and bolted up the stairs, nearly tripping in his haste.

Leorio laughed and fetched the broom, mop, and a bucket of fresh water before following Gon up. The upper story was no cleaner than the room downstairs. Cobwebs and dust clung to the walls so thickly that Leorio wasn't sure what color they were even intended to be, literal piles of dirt and bits of litter lined the baseboards, and discarded shoes, clothing, books, and even the odd toy—where in the world did those come from?—were scattered among the other debris. It was also extremely stuff upstairs, so Leorio headed for a door that looked like it led outside, rather than to another room.

It took some doing to wrench the door open, but, once he did, Leorio was presented with the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. The scenery flew past them, a whirl of reds and oranges and browns and yellows, and even the odd pink and green, as they trundled along past a huge, sprawling forest. The grass under the castle's feet was still green, but going brown at the tips as the autumn weather grew colder. Above them, the sky was a rich and deep blue, broken only by a few cottony wisps of pure white clouds. Off in the distance, in the same direction the castle seemed to be heading, was a large blue lake, sparkling brilliantly in the sunlight, reflecting the color of the sky almost perfectly.

Leorio ducked back inside. "Hey, Killua! You're the one moving the castle, right?"

"Who else do you think would be doing it?" the fire demon roared back.

"Well, it's amazing! Keep up the good work!"

Unseen by his companions, Killua blushed proudly, his blue and white flames turning beautiful shades of purple and pink. "He thinks I'm amazing!" the fire was literally glowing, far brighter than before, as he began to lick upwards, encouraging the castle to move faster and more steadily.

Upstairs, Leorio leaned against the balcony railing, taking in the gorgeous scenery. A little while later, Gon joined him, cobwebs in his dark hair and dust on his clothes.

"Gon, do you know where we are?"

"Sure! The forest is the edge of the Visca Forest Preserve, which is a protected wildlife and biological area. That lake is part of the Milsy Wetlands."

"I don't think I've ever seen anything so gorgeous," Leorio breathed.

They were interrupted from their reverie by a shriek and a loud squawk, followed by a flurry of white feathers and a thud.

You've gotta be fucking with me.

Leorio glared at the giant bird, which had leapt deftly from the ground, across several points on the castle's side, and finally landed gracefully on the balcony beside them. Gon yelped and ducked behind Leorio. "What's that!?"

Leorio sighed. "She's been following me around since I was in the Wastes. I'd've thought she found something better to do after I left, but apparently not."

Gon quickly overcame his fear and stepped forward, offering his hand out to the bird, who immediately began to pack at it. He laughed. "Can we keep her?"

Leorio arched an eyebrow. "You forget: I'm not in charge around here. Take it up with Kurapika, when he gets back." He sighed as the bird gave him an alarmingly mournful look. "I guess that until he gets back, she can hang around. But not inside! I just cleaned, I don't want her tracking anything on the floors."

"Yay!" Gon cheered. "Hey, you need a name! I'm going to call you Chickey, okay? Nice to meet you Chickey; I'm Gon!"

.*.*.*.*.*.

Killua settled the castle near the lake that Leorio and Gon had spotted earlier, overlooking it and some mountains off in the distance. Once they were settled, Leorio and Gon got to work washing the laundry that had piled up while they cleaned, scrubbing it in the crystal clear water of the lake before hanging it on lines to dry—lines which Chickey was all too happy to stretch out, gripping one end on her beak while the other remained attached to the castle and running around with reckless abandon. They sat down to a late lunch on the bank of the lake, watching the sun as it began to brush against the mountain peaks. Silence fell between them as they listened to birdsong in the distance and the waves lapping against the shore. Leorio felt himself begin to nod off.

"Hey, Leorio?" Gon said finally.

"What is it, Gon?"

"Are you… are you going to stay with us for a while?"

Leorio stared out at the sunset. "You know, I think I just might."

.*.*.*.*.*.

Late that night, after Leorio had made himself as comfortable as possible on a short couch tucked into an alcove in the kitchen, the knob of the door slowly clicked over to the black section of the dial on the wall. In the silence of the night, the door opened almost without a sound, and a great beast stepped into the castle. Its steps were solid, but made little sound. Black fur fluttered weightlessly around its body. Red eyes glowed from its face. It passed through the room without a sound, then finally settled in the same chair Leorio had occupied the night before, propping its feet up on the hearth.

"Welcome back," Killua flickered gently. "You look awful."

Oh-so-slowly, the creature began to transform. The black fur retreated, slowly changing into dirty white, blue, and gold clothes. The hair on the head grew and turned golden. His face and clothes were streaked with dirt and soot. "We won't have to worry about the Spiders for a few days, at least."

"Hm," Killua reached out to grab a log from a pile on the edge of the hearth. "Check it out! Leorio put these here for me."

"Killua," Kurapika said softly. "The Spiders will find us before too much longer."

"Yeah, well, you're going too far with your whole 'vengeance and retribution' thing," Killua snapped. "You'll get yourself killed long before they find us. And where will that leave the rest of us? I'll be dead too, in case you'd forgotten our terms. Gon will be all alone when that happens. And what about Leorio? You said he could stay; that means he's under my protection, whether I like him or not. If we die, what happens to him? You know, the Head Spider put a curse on him. If we die, do you really think Chrollo will just let him go?"

Kurapika sighed and sat up. "Heat up some water, will you? I need a bath." He opened his eyes, revealing red irises that slowly shifted back to blue as he stood and turned for the stairs. He paused to peer into the alcove where Leorio was sleeping. A slight smile played over his lips at the sight of a tall, gangly man crammed onto a far too small sofa, all arms and legs and looking considerably taller and younger than he had that morning. Kurapika let the curtain fall back into place and went to the stairs. "Killua, don't worry," he said softly, foot on the bottom step. "I'll release you from your contract before I die. Just promise me that you'll get the two of them somewhere safe before you go."

"Yeah, yeah," Killua grumbled. "Although I'd really just rather you didn't die in the first place."

Kurapika gave him a small, sad smile. "Some things are inevitable, Killua."

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tastelikesleepdeprivation · 6 years ago

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Domestic Human!Jack Headcanons featuring his three dads:

-Sam : no dessert after dinner, it will rot your teeth and we don’t have dental insurance because, legally, Dean and I are dead and Cas isn’t human so he can’t have insurance

-Cas: *sneaks Jack a cookie under the table during dinner, winks*

-Jack, with tears in his eyes, “thank,,”

Jack sneaking back into the bunker:

-Cas sitting in a chair and turns the lamp on: “where have you been?”

-Jack: “uhh with Dean”

-Dean, sitting in a chair next to Cas, turning on another lamp: “wanna try that again”

-Jack: “uhh with,, Sam?”

-Sam, in another chair next to Dean, turning on another lmap: “wanna try that AGAIN?”

-Jack likes it best when Dean cooks cause Cas can’t taste anything but “particles” so it’s always bland and Sam just can’t cook but Dean makes the best burgers Jack has ever tasted

-Jack sometimes has nightmares about Lucifer but if it’s a really bad one it’s about Dean, Cas, and Sam dying while Jack is standing by, unable to do anything cause he doesn’t have his powers and he wakes up panting and in a cold sweat with Cas right by his side because Cas doesn’t need sleep and will always be there to make sure to wake up Jack and comfort him during his night terrors

-Sam introduces Jack to books and tears up when Jack gets super excited about them because finally someone else who reads (not countering the literal one book Dean has read) and his favorite thing is sitting by Jacks bed side while reading The Wizard of Oz cause Sam told Jack all about their badass friend Charlie and her girlfriend Dorothy who saved all of them and Jack loves hearing about this apparently very real magical world

-Jack is actually really observant for his young age so when he sees Dean shuffling into the kitchen, scratching at his two week old beard with bags under his red rimmed eyes from fitful rest he announces a vacation day which Dean originally objects to but when Jack gets Cas and Sam on board he caves and so Dean hops in Baby with Sam to his right, Jack behind him and Cas behind Sam and they just drive. Dean puts on some classic Rock and Roll to “culture the kid right, Sammy” and they stop at some greasy diner and Dean laughs over his burger while Sam grumbles into his salad, Cas flashes his gummy smile and Jack hides his grin behind his drink and looks at his family and just living in the happiness he helped create and is a part of

-Dean got to be a father twice before technically but it never really felt like this. Never really felt like anything with Emma and while he got to be with Ben for a couple months it never felt permant, not like this, not like with Jack. So Dean cherishes every small moment he gets to teach and pass on something to Jack, whether it be through how to rile up Sam with a quick joke, or how to correctly wash and fold Cas’ trench coat, or do some work on Baby. Teach him something that doesn’t involve killing or hunting. Something normal, something a normal father would pass onto his son

-One of Jacks favorite occurrences between jobs is when Dean would cook all of them dinner and he would be wearing the apron Sam got for him as a joke (but secretly loves) and Dean would put on some music and would loudly sing along, shouting the lyrics while wildly waving the spatula in the air.

-Sometimes, Jack would pretend to be asleep when he would hear footsteps outside his door because he knew that Cas always comes and checks on him after he goes to bed. Cas carefully cracks open the door, and while Jack pretends to be asleep, Cas will put a gentle hand in his hair and place a chaste kiss on his forehead and Jack would wait until Cas pulls the door closed to smile into his covers

-Shopping with Sam was Jacks favorite. Sam usually did the shopping because Cas would forget the human stuff like tooth paste and toilet paper and Dean would buy pie instead of vegetables because he “forgot ‘em, sorry Sammy” so Sam always did the grocery shopping and would let Jack tag along, letting him get ONE candy (he always got nougat)

-Watching marathons with Dean is one of Jacks favorite passtimes because while Dean was a closeted chick flick watcher, Jack was an out and proud chick flick fanatic so both boys would sneak away for a night every so often when a new movie finally came out on Netflix

-One of Jacks favorite memories was when everyone went grocery shopping together when Jack was first turned human to find out what kind of foods he liked so he could have it available at the bunker, Dean grabbed the chips and junk food for him to try while Sam grabbed the fruits and vegetables, Cas gave his opinion now and then about what he rememberd from when he was human, especially his like of pb&js.

-Jack would go through bouts of insomnia to keep away the nightmares and this was the beginning of his midnight trips to the kitchen for snacks where he was joined sometimes by Sam but mostly Castiel which he preferred cause they would stay up late talking about the beginning of the universe and the thousands of years Cas has lived and what he has seen.

-When he turns One on May 18th, Dean, Sam, and Castiel decide to throw him a party, in their own way of course. Dean bakes the cake which is chocolate and has writing in icing on the top which says “baby’s first birthday” and they have streamers from toilet paper and first-aid gauze hung up all over the bunker. Sam gets him a new flannel so that he “can officially become part of the team” and a new book called The Great Gatsby which he can’t wait to start. Cas gets him a mixtape he made from all the songs he noticed Jack bobbing his head to when Dean would blast the radio. And Dean. Dean gets him a necklace. Not like the one Dean had, he told Jack all about the one Sam gave to him. But a necklace just for him that had the angels symbol for protection hand carved into the wood

-Sam is the first one to call Jack son to his face. Sam had just finished the last chapter of The Great Gatsby and Jack was crying because he thought that Gatsby didn’t deserve that kind of end to his life. Sam had closed the book, set it on the bedside table, wiped the tears from Jacks face, kissed him on the forehead and said “ it’s alright son, his story isn’t over, just moved to a new place”

-Cas first called him son on the night of one of Jacks worst night terrors. Jack heard screaming and woke up in a cold sweat to Cas at his side holding him close and whispering “I’m here, Jack, I’m here son, it was only a dream, I’m here” in his ear. Only until the screaming in his ears stopped did he realize it was coming from him and it wasn’t until he had fallen asleep on Cas’ shoulder from exhaustion and woken up the next morning to feel Cas still running his fingers through his hair did he notice that Cas called him son

-Sam and Cas had called Jack son early on and while Dean knew in his head and in his heart that Jack was his son he couldn’t say it to him. Experience and pain had taught him that once he said it, it would be real and so would the pain he will feel if, when, Jack gets hurt or killed. So he avoided it, calling him kid, kiddo, sport, and every other dumb nickname under the sun but still not that word until one hunt. It was supposed to be a normal job (famous last words, Winchester) until it went sideways and the werewolf got a claw into and up Jacks stomach. Only when Dean had shot the bastard in the chest until his gun was clicking empty did Dean fall to his knees next to Jack, holding his hands over the kids wound shouting at Sam to “hurry up and get the damn car!” Only when he looked at Jacks closed eyes and the shallow rise and fall of his chest and sees his pale face did he whisper for only Jacks ears “come on son, hold on. You gotta stay with me Jack, you gotta wake up son, you gotta wake up, you have to wake up”

-When Jacks hair starts curling around his ears does Sam decide to give him a haircut. Well, it was Sam at first until Dean grabbed the scissors and hip checked his brother out of the way saying “with your mane, I’m surprised you even noticed Jacks hair getting long. Move over, Sammy, I cut your hair for twelve years I’ll cut the kids hair”

-it’s Fourth of July and Dean insists on taking Jack to see the fireworks. One of Deans best memories is of him and Sammy shooting them off in some abandoned parking lot decades ago so he thought that he could give Jack a memory just as precious. Sam packs a picnic with some snacks and Castiel stuffs the impala with blankets. They drive out to the nearest town and set up shop in front of a closed grocery store across from the park where the towns show was set up to go off. Castiel hadn’t seen fireworks up close before so he was also excited. Jack was practically bouncing in his seat asking “ are they really made from fire?? How do they work??” And Sam and Dean would laugh and tell him they were really loud and colorful. When the fireworks officially started, Jack was terrified. It was so loud and he could feel the reverberations in his chest, they would come in no random order so he was suprised by the POPS. But after a while he was soon enraptured by the colors. Cas was just as enchanted by the way they would appear one moment and be gone the next. Jack and Cas loved the show so much they asked when the next one was and both were just as confused when Sam and Dean just laughed saying not until New Years

-Since they can’t exactly call a cleaning service to come and mop their underground bunker filled with weapons and proof of the supernatural, Sam established a chores list. Some chores depended on the day, like if Dean cooked he didn’t have to do the dishes but every person was given a chore, no matter what. Dean always grumbled but everyone knew he preferred a clean bunker. Cas would simply nod and go about his work, sometimes humming whilst doing so. Jack was just glad he had something to do that was of use to his family. And ironically, Sam was the one who forgot to do his chores most often

-whenever Jack manages to join the older three men on a hunt he always gets stuck in the back seat of the impala. Dean always drives, Sam always gets shotgun, Cas always sits behind Sam and Jack sits behind Dean. He doesn’t mind that much because on the truly long rides, the cross country rides, Cas lets him put his feet in his lap so he can lean against the door or sometimes he puts his head in Cas’ lap while Cas runs his fingers through his hair, falling asleep to the sound of the impalas engine rumbling, the quiet humming of the radio, and the muffled rapping of Deans thumbs on the steering wheel.

-Now that Jack is fully human, his body starts being fully human too which involves shaving. Sam pointed out his stubble first and offered to pick up razors and shaving cream next time he went to the store. Jacks first attempt at shaving began and ended quickly as he had no idea what to do, so he went to Cas. Cas,, tried. Being an angel and his vessel remaining the same he had no reason to shave (besides the one time after purgatory which still doesn’t make any sense) but he doesn’t know how to manually shave, just, angel shave. And that’s how Dean finds them later, in the bathroom both with their faces covered in shaving cream and staring at the razor like it would come alive and attack them. Dean chuckled but refrained from making a joke and helped to teach both boy and angel how to shave.

-Cas’ signature Pat of Reassurance is on Jacks shoulder. He’ll just hold his hand there on Jacks shoulder for a couple seconds longer than necessary, pat twice and then walk away. Sams signature Pat of Reassurance is on Jacks head or the back of his neck. Most of the time it’s a solid weight, a comforting weight but sometimes it will be a playful weight, a ‘you did something good and this is how I show it’ weight. Deans signature Pat of Reassurance is on Jacks back, right inbetween his shoulder blades. Most of the time it’s more of a slap than a pat but when it really counts, when Jack yearns for a physical sign of a reassurance, Dean always seems to know and just holds his hand steady

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just-jordie-things · 6 years ago

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It Was An Accident! - Peter Parker

word count: 8382 warnings: swearing summary: (y/n) always kisses Peter on the cheek and he loves it so much he thought he’d do the same for her. but this dork’s aim is a little bit off.

Movie Night in the Parker apartment was about as sacred a tradition as Christmas.

Ned, (y/n), and Peter took it very seriously. If one person couldn’t make it, it was rescheduled completely. If there wasn’t popcorn, everything was halted to go pick some up. They each brought their favorite blanket, pillow, and drink for maximum comfort. And the seating arrangement had been chosen long before this tradition started.

The three were the best of friends, and had been since they were kids. Movie Night had been going on since the seventh grade, every Friday at five o’clock. They would each alternate picking the movie, and there was no passes or cut ins. That way, it was fair.

As years went by the times and days began to change. With Peter having Spider-Man duties and all of them struggling to keep up with the cruelty of high school exceptions began to be made.

“Ned?” (y/n) had spoken softly when she walked into the living room, seeing Ned had taken the seat next to Peter on the couch. “You’re in…” She couldn’t even bring herself to say it, too embarrassed that her heart was breaking over something as simple as a couch cushion.

But it was her seat.

“I told him he could have it this time, because he’s not coming next week” Peter explained quickly, as to avoid getting her feelings hurt. He’d hate to make (y/n) feel bad, or to have her think he didn’t want her to sit next to him. Sitting next to (y/n) during movie night was the best.

“You’re not coming next week?” (y/n) asked, sitting down in the recliner instead, where Ned usually sat. But for obvious reasons wasn’t sitting in tonight.

“No, my uncle is getting married out of town so I won’t be here” He said. The girl frowned, but didn’t say anything else, instead turning to the tv to see what movie Ned had picked. The movies he usually chose were always either amazing, or weird. Or Star Wars. She didn’t recognize the one he’d chosen yet.

The night didn’t have the carefree and fun atmosphere it usually did. In fact, (y/n) got bored of the movie not even halfway through and fell asleep in the chair. It was far more uncomfortable than when she usually fell asleep.

“(y/n) fell asleep” Ned told Peter slightly under his breath. Mostly just because he felt like he should. Peter looked over, his face falling when she had long since passed out. He sighed, getting up from his seat to grab a blanket from the hall closet. “I should’ve just taken the chair” Ned said when Peter came back to drape the blanket over her.

“No, it’s alright, we get it-”

“I know but… sitting together for movie night that’s… that’s your guys’ thing” Ned persuaded quietly. “It’s like… the only time you both let your guard down, just for an hour or two”

Peter looked back to (y/n) as she shifted to get more comfortable in her sleep. He felt bad she didn’t have the couch to stretch out on.

“She usually falls asleep on you” Ned commented, making the corner of Peter’s lips tilt up at the thought.

(y/n) was the best to sit with at movie night because she was completely herself when it was just the two of them sitting there. She’d mutter her opinions during the movie, laugh quietly to herself, make jokes, but the absolute best part was when she’d start to get tired. Everyone was busier these days, so the times for movie night got pushed later and later to still include everyone.

When she’d get sleepy, she’d start with something as cliche as leaning her head on his shoulder, or chest. She’d rest there for a bit, sometimes his arm would wrap around her, or her own arms would wrap around his, or his torso. It was always somewhat intimate, but never awkward.

Most nights when it was way past her bedtime, she’d fall asleep on him, his shoulder or lap. She’d hold onto him and nap there until it was far too late and she had to go home.

“Yeah” He finally spoke dreamily, unable to look away from the sleeping girl. There was something so soft, and calm about her.

“She’s curled up all awkwardly, I don’t think her arm is supposed to bend that way” Ned mumbled, his brows drawing together at the painful looking position (y/n) slept in.

“Isn’t she an angel?” Peter replied, clearly not having heard what Ned had said. He smiled to himself as he looked at her, though he wished she’d fallen asleep on him, like usual.

“Peter, I think you’re smitten” Ned said, snapping Peter from his daze.

“Smitten? No, I don’t think so” He chuckled awkwardly. “Just cause I think she’s a cute sleeper doesn’t mean-”

“You think she’s a cute everything” Ned interjected with a giant grin.

“What? No way man, (y/n) and I aren’t like that. Just friends. I just like her as a friend. We’ve always just been friends, no changing that now, nope. Geez, Ned! We’re just friends! Stop trying to push it-!”

“Dude” Ned monotoned as Peter went on his mini ramble.

“Guys?” A quiet voice yawned out, and both boys shot their heads towards where (y/n) had been sleeping, but was now awake. “Is the movie over?” She asked, but her eyes blinked to see the screen was, in fact, rolling the credits.

“Yeah- I-I guess” Peter said, and without another moment shot up from his seat and began to clean up the area. “Guess it’s time to be cleaning and heading to bed!” He exclaimed, almost enthusiastically, before racing to the kitchen with three empty soda bottles and a popcorn bowl.

“What the hell?” (y/n) said softly, looking to Ned for an answer. “What’s got him all jittery?” Ned laughed, shaking his head as he folded up the blanket he’d brought.

“You should’ve just fought for your spot back” He told her. “He got weird. Weirder than he normally is” (y/n) smiled slightly. She looked over to where he was in the kitchen putting things away, quickly, and knocking things over in the process. It made her giggle a little bit.

“I didn’t think it could get weirder” She said, folding up her blanket, that she realized wasn’t hers. “Is this Peter’s?”

“Yeah, you fell asleep and he got it for you” Ned said with another smile. (y/n) smiled back but furrowed her brows.

“What? What’s that look for?” She asked suspiciously, putting the blanket back. Ned shrugged his shoulders innocently.

“It’s nice to see the two of you being all… domestic… with each other is all” He answered. The girl rolled her eyes, even shaking her head slightly. Ned always tried to get her to fess to Peter about her feelings. Not that it ever worked, but he was a persistent guy.

“You’re crazy” She commented. “I’m gonna go see if Pete needs help”

She could hear him mumble something else, but pretended not to have heard it. Instead, walking into the kitchenette where Peter was washing dishes in the sink.

“Need someone to help dry?” She offered. The boy jumped, not having seen her come in. His reaction made her laugh. “You know, for having super senses you sure are jumpy”

“Sorry I- I wasn’t focused” He responded sheepishly. (y/n) just brushed it off, helping him with drying dishes even though he hadn’t answered her.

“You feeling okay?” She asked him, making a stack of plates on the counter.

“Yeah of course- why?” Peter answered, barely glancing at her for a second.

“Because when you get anxious you clean things” She replied calmly. Peter’s actions halted for a moment, and he looked over at her seriously now. She offered a smile, seeing that he was clearly thinking about something. “What’s on your mind, hon?”

Hon, Peter repeated in his head. He liked that.

“Well to… to be honest… Movie Night’s been getting kinda weird” He admitted slowly. (y/n) nodded, hoping he’d continue to explain because she wasn’t sure where he was going with this.

“You want to… to stop them?” She asked softly, hoping that wasn’t the answer. She loved Movie Night, she loved spending it eating junk and watching dumb movies and sitting with Peter. She didn’t want to give them up.

“N-no! No of course not” Peter answered quickly, dropping a pair of spoons in the sink. “Of course not I will never banish Movie Night, it-it’s tradition-!”

“Okay, okay” The girl giggled in response. “I get it, we’re keeping it. Why do you feel weird about it though? Just cause of tonight?”

“Wh-what no… I mean, a seat is just a seat… right?” He spoke like he was unsure of what he was saying, and (y/n) visibly deflated. A frown forming on her lips and her eyes unable to meet his.

“I mean I-I guess” She mumbled back. “I dunno, I like our usual arrangement” She admitted afterwards. Though she didn’t see, because she was too embarrassed to look at him, Peter was beaming at her response.

“Well, next week, you’ve got me all to yourself” He told her, making a blush rise to her cheeks as she smiled softly.

“Alright” She said, turning back to dry more dishes.

“Hey guys” Ned walked in, promptly ending the conversation. “I gotta head home before all the weird people are on the bus” He said.

“Be safe” (y/n) said, only half jokingly, reaching out for a quick hug from her friend. “And try not to get mugged” She told him as she pulled away, letting Peter do their weird handshake with him.

“Spider-Man would stop you from being mugged” Peter said proudly, earning a soft whack in the arm from (y/n).

“See ya later sport” She said to Ned, giving a short wave before going back to the kitchen counter. Ned waved to the both of them before showing himself out the door.

It was relaxed between (y/n) and Peter as they finished up dish, talking about school and Spider-Man and next week’s Movie Night.

“Do you have a movie in mind?” She asked him, since it was going to be his turn to choose.

“I’m thinking something new. Maybe horror. Or Star Wars” She smiled at his options, seeing that they were total opposites.

“Okay, you let me know when you figure that out” She said, before heading out of the room to get her coat. “Anyways, I have to get going, it’s really late and I’ll probably be sneaking into my room tonight”

“I could take you back-”

“I don’t mind the bus” She replied before he could finish his offer. “It’s nice at night”

“It’s also creepy” Peter interjected, earning a look from the girl.

“What, you think I can’t take care of myself?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow. “You magically get abs and suddenly-”

“Whoa, hey, slow down for a sec” Peter cut in with a chuckle. “It’s nothing like that, there’s just a lot of… you know… creeps” the girl smiled at him, buttoning her coat.

“I’ll be fine, promise” She said, heading for the door, peter following behind her. “Tell May I said hi, and sorry if we were too loud while she was sleeping” Peter smiled at her consideration, and nodded.

“I will” He said, getting the door for her. “Seriously, try not to get attacked-”

“If you give me a ‘be safe’ talk one more time Peter I swear-”

“Okay, okay!” He laughed again, putting his hands up in surrender. “I won’t”

“Mhm” She hummed disbelievingly as she put her shoes on. “Okay, well, I’ outta here, see ya in the morning Parker” She said, kissing his cheek before waving and heading out of the apartment.

Getting cheek kisses from (y/n) every time they parted might have been Peter’s favorite thing ever.

“Bye” He mumbled once she was already long gone down the stairwell.

The whole following week was filled with Ned dreading the wedding, Peter scrambling to find a movie, and (y/n) becoming more and more nervous for Movie Night.

It wasn’t like her and Peter had never had one on one time before, there were plenty of times the two of them would spend private time together. But something about this coming Friday really troubled her.

Being alone, in the dark, watching a movie, sharing a couch, being so close-

“(y/n/n)? You’re zoning, did you hear what I said?” Ned snapped his fingers in front of her face, making her blink and tap back into the conversation.

“Sorry, what’d you say?” She asked, holding the strap of her book bag tighter.

“I said, that I’m going to be the lamest kid there this weekend. And yeah, I said kid, you heard me right” He ranted. “I’ll be showing up, no date, no life, for that matter, and no dignity, because I’ll be wearing the ugliest suit and tie-”

“Ned, you couldn’t be ugly if you tried” (y/n) teased, pinching his cheek. “Who cares if you have a date or a tux” She told him.

“Um, me? I care?” Ned muttered.

“You shouldn’t. Go into it having fun. Steal someone’s drink, sleep with someone else’s girlfriend-”

“(y/n)!” Peter hissed, but Ned was laughing. The girl shrugged bashfully.

“What? It’s a celebration so go and… you know… celebrate”

“That’s it. You officially give better advice than Peter” Ned announced with a big grin.

“That hurts my feelings a little bit, not gonna lie” Peter said. “But I understand” (y/n) giggled quietly.

“It’s because I’m right” She shrugged. “Anyways, while you’re out there partying it up, I’m stuck babysitting this guy” Peter looked at her with offense, before slinging his arm around her neck and tugging her over to him, ruffling up her hair just to mess with her, making her laugh and push at him to let her loose.

“Yeah. I’m sure that’s gonna suck” Ned monotoned sarcastically. “Anyways, I have trig. See you two weirdos later”

“Bye Ned!” (y/n) called excessively loud, making him fluster and wave his hand.

“You just live to embarrass don’t you?” Peter teased, finally releasing his arm from around her as she was headed towards her classroom.

“I do” She said, walking backward into her class and blowing a kiss towards him with a cheesy grin. Peter blushed, rolling his eyes at the action. “What, you’re not gonna give it back?” She joked, which only made him blush more.

“Don’t tease me” He joked back, which made (y/n) blush now.

“Fine fine, I’m going” She waved slightly before disappearing into the class.

[ peter ] : ok, this stuff with (y/n/n) is getting serious [ peter ] : well, seriously ridiculous that is [ peter ] : idk what to do man [ peter ] : like what’s gonna happen when we’re alone on the couch together like do we still [ peter ] : cuddle?

[ ned ] : dude, i’m in class, can’t we talk about this later

[ peter ] : this is an emergency !!

Peter never did get a response from Ned.

Later that day the three caught up outside the building, Ned and Peter having waited on the stairs for (y/n) to arrive.

“So? What the hell do I do about… you know what” He said, trying to be discreet.

“About (y/n)?” Ned questioned, not even looking away from his phone.

“I mean- yeah- could we be quieter about this?”

“Just try being honest Peter” Ned said. “All your problems are the fact that you can barely tell her the truth on how you’re feeling and I think if you just were honest there wouldn’t even be a problem”

“Don’t say it like I’m stupid”

“You could never be stupid, stupid!” A new voice called, someone putting their hands on Peter’s shoulders and leaning her face in front of his upside down. She grinned before standing upright again. “So, what’s the gossip?” She asked as the boys got ready to go.

“Nothing!” Peter answered in a panic.

“Just complaining about the wedding more” Ned said, somewhat more calm. (y/n) gave them both a suspicious look, confused by their different answers.

“Mhm” She hummed, unamused by their strangeness today. “Anyways, I have great news!”

“Y-yeah? Y-you do?” Peter asked, desperately trying to move on to a new conversation topic. She nodded eagerly.

“I got an A on the Spanish test!” She said with the biggest smile,

Ned and Peter congratulated her, both slinging their arms around her and hugging her.

“We’re proud kiddo” Ned said, just making (y/n) smile bigger. “Have you picked out a movie?” He asked the both of them.

“It’s Peter’s night” (y/n) said, putting her hands up and looking to Peter for his answer.

“Uh I-I was thinking like… Saw II or something creepy like that” He answered. Ned’s face scrunched together with confusion.

“But Peter you hate sc-”

“I’ve barely seen them, can’t say I hate them” Peter interjected Ned’s comment. “Yaknow… thought it would be fun” He said lamely, but (y/n) nodded at the idea.

“Sounds good to me. We never watch horror. Good idea to switch it up” She grinned at him, punching his arm lightly. “I’ve got candy to pick up, but I’ll be over later at like…ten? Is that too early because I don’t want to interfere with Spider-Man or anything-”

“Ten sounds great” Peter said, chuckling at how much she’d rambled. “You sure you don’t want me to get it though?”

“Hey, hi, still here” Ned interrupted. “Was hoping you would wish me luck before going to this shitshow tomorrow”

“Good luck, Ned, and follow my advice!” (y/n) said, hugging him briefly.

“You know what, you should really consider writing an advice column in the school newspaper” She giggled at the idea.

“Bye man, tell us how it went” Peter said, again opting for the handshake.

“I’ll never understand you two” (y/n) sighed. Ned waved goodbye one last time before heading to his bus stop. “So, Spider-Man,” (y/n) teased, “What’s in store for today’s patrol?”

“Well, hopefully, nothing” Peter answered as they walked towards home together. “But also… hopefully a little something” (y/n) laughed at his love for fighting crime.

Peter Parker was a huge dork, but, he also protected Queens and the people in it, and she couldn’t be more thankful for that.

“May, I’m freaking out!” Peter was rushing throughout the apartment as he gathered all of the Movie Night essentials. “She’s going to be here, in five minutes, and I’m going to be pacing a-and rambling-!”

“Honey- honey” May set her hands on Peter’s shoulders, making him stay still. “I am tired, I’ve had a long day at work, and today, I can’t handle your angst with (y/n)” The woman spoke slowly and steadily. “Just flirt with her, put your arm around her when you watch the movie, let her do that thing girls do when they freak out over horror films you know?”

“Um no I don’t-”

“I’m going to bed. Hope you two figure it out for once” May yawned and waved as she walked towards her room. “Goodnight kid, tell (y/n) I say hi”

“Okay I-I will” Peter stammered. “But uh… what did any of that mean?”

He was answered by her door closing.

But not moments after there was a gentle knocking on the front door. He knew it was (y/n) just by the sound of it, she never knocked too loud, in case Aunt May was asleep, and she knew Peter’s enhanced hearing would pick it up no matter how softly her fist hit the door.

“Okay” Peter took in a few deep breaths as he made his way to the door, rather slowly. “This is it, it’s gonna be fine, it’s just (y/n), it’s just-”

He paused when he swung the door open to see her standing there, smiling, and looking, like an angel. Her hair was back in a mesily constructed ponytail, and she wore leggings and a sweatshirt that was too large to fit her frame. There was a backpack on her back, which Peter guessed had her blanket and snacks.

“Hey” She spoke awkwardly, seeing as Peter hadn’t said anything since he’d opened the door. “You gonna invite me in? Or just keep staring and wondering what snacks I brought?” She teased him, pushing his shoulder slightly and letting herself inside.

Speak you idiot! Peter screams internally and shuts the door behind him as she had walked in, leaning against it for a moment to regain his sense of sanity. (y/n) had set her bag on the couch, and turned to see Peter still standing at the door.

“Hey,” She said again, padding over to where he stood with a concerned look. “Did you have a tough patrol?” She asked him quietly, figuring that was why he was so speechless.

“No I-I just am tired” Peter said, which wasn’t a lie, but he was clearly unsure of what to say. It was hard enough stringing that mess of words together.

“Alright, well how about you try sitting down?” (y/n) offered, tugging the sleeve of his sweater back towards the couch. He followed behind her like a puppy on a leash, flopping onto the couch like she’d suggested. “I’ll make up the popcorn and get the blankets, you just get the movie going” She said, sweetly messing up his hair before heading to the kitchen for the popcorn.

Meanwhile Peter got the movie all set while wishing he could bash his head in over the coffee table. Normally when these things happened and he’d find himself lost in (y/n) in one way or another, he’d text Ned, so he could get it off his chest and go back to normal. But Ned had gone to bed an hour ago because of his early flight in the morning.

“Okay, popcorn’s ready!” (y/n) set it on the coffee table in front of the couch, and ruffled up Peter’s hair again before heading for the hall closet filled with blankets. She got down the softest one she could find, and brought it back to throw at Peter. The boy chuckled as he situated himself under it. With the remote in his hand, he waited as (y/n) sat next to him, getting under her own blanket and putting the popcorn bowl in between them.

Was she sitting further away than usual? Peter wondered to himself. She seems further away than usual.

“Hey Spider-Boy, you feel like pushing play anytime soon?” (y/n) asked, smiling at him as he snapped back to reality and pressed play on the remote. “Where do you go off to?” (y/n) hummed, and he couldn’t tell if she meant it rhetorically or not.

“If I knew, i’d have brought you to see the real insanity a long time ago” Peter answered, making her chuckle.

“You’re not freaked out cause we’re doing this alone, are you?” She asked. A part of her had already figured that’s what was going on, especially since she had been nervous about it too.

“No! I mean not- not really” He stammered out, making her smile a bit. It was cute when Peter stuttered like that.

“Not really?” She repeated, questioning if he really was nervous about this.

“I mean no- you know what I mean” Peter sighed. “No, I’m not freaked out cause we’re alone” He clarified. (y/n) nodded, though she didn’t believe him for a second.

“Good” She answered, taking some popcorn from the bowl as her attention faced the tv screen again. Peter would keep stealing glances at her during the film. Partly because she was so focused and her calm state fascinated him a bit, but also this movie had way more gore in it than he’d thought.

(y/n) seemed to realize this when the needle pit scene came up. He’d been getting quite squirmy as the film progressed, but hadn’t said a thing about it. Before he was about to leap out of his own skin, her arm shot out, her hand gripping onto his forearm as though she was horrified by Amanda being thrown into the pit.

“Holy shit” She mumbled. Sure, the scene made her stomach churn, but it clearly bothered him far more. Peter looked over at her again, slightly surprised by the action, but nonetheless he patted the hand that was still clasped onto his arm. “Why’d you have to pick a horror movie?” She asked.

“You’re the one that said it’s good to switch it up!” Peter retaliated, making her laugh and momentarily glance to the screen. “Do you even like it?” He asked, sounding let down. He’d only tried to make this night fun and different, an so far she seemed weirded out, and hated it.

“I like hanging out with you” (y/n) responded in a high pitched optimistic tone. Peter groaned, his head falling back on the cushion.

“How did we manage to ruin Movie Night?” He asked, earning a confused look from (y/n).

“I mean I wouldn’t say ruined-”

“We’re cool people!” Peter announced before she could go on. “And we have fun all the time!” He lifted his head to see her again.

“Um… yeah” (y/n) spoke, confused by his little outburst.

“So what’s the difference now?” He went on. “I mean, just because it’s just us- and it’s late- and we’re- you know” He gestured wildly between their sitting position.

(y/n) glanced down to see her legs had strewn across his lap, over his blanket, and her own blanket still on. Her hand was still resting on his arm and now that she thought about it they were sitting quite close.

“Oh” She said softly.

“And I just wanted to have fun, you know? Watch something new, and have fun just the two of us, you know?” “Pete, if you say ‘you know’ one more time I might have to slap you” She said, “Why are you getting all worked up? Cause you picked one movie I didn’t really like?” She asked, her brows scrunching together as she looked at him, beginning to worry.

“Sorry” He said quickly. “But what am I doing wrong here-?”

“You’re not doing anything wrong” (y/n) assured, smiling softly at the boy. “I promise, it’s still fun” Peter’s head fell back on the couch cushion again. (y/n) frowned, adjusting slightly to lean up and look at him. “Would you stop overthinking everything? What if we just put in a different movie?” She offered. Peter opened his eyes to see her leaning next to him, her elbow on the cushion and propping her head up there.

“It’s what I do best” He said dryly, making her smile back at him.

“You want to change the movie?” She asked softly, and he grinned, making her grin back. “Alright. But it’s still your night, so it’s still your pick” She swung her legs off of his and headed for the dvd shelf, while Peter paused the movie so they didn’t have to endure any more of it.

“Pretty much anything happy is fine by me” Peter said. With that she put in a disney film and headed back to the couch. “Thanks, you’re the best, you know that?” Peter grinned over at her as she sat down. “I know-”

She was cut off by a pair of lips planting on hers, but only for a millisecond.

For Peter, the moment lasted… well a long time. He’d simply leaned over to press a kiss to her cheek, just as she did all the time. It took him long enough to work up the courage just for that simple action. But he didn’t expect her to turn to him with her response, just enough for his lips to not land on her cheek, but her mouth.

His eyes had remained open, partially out of fear, and partially because he couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Meanwhile, (y/n’s) had fluttered shut getting lost in the moment that barely lasted a second.

When reality struck them both, they pulled back, (y/n’s) eyes flying open and her jaw dropping slightly.

“You just kissed me” She breathed out.

“It was an accident!” Peter panicked.

“An accident?” (y/n) questioned, her brain felt hazy, still not believing Peter’s lips had been on hers. “You kissed me”

“I swear I didn’t mean to-”

“Yeah, I hear you saying that” She cut him off. “But I don’t understand. How do you accidentally kiss somebody?”

“I wasn’t- you weren’t supposed to- it was supposed to be-” Peter groaned, rolling his eyes as he tried to find the right words. “I didn’t mean for it to land there”

“You didn’t mean for it to land there?” (y/n) repeated, shutting her eyes and pinching her nose. “You kissed me”

“I’m sorry-”

“On accident” She continued through his apology. “You kissed me on accident…”

“Please, say it one more time, it’s really helping my dignity” He mumbled. And despite the strangeness of the situation, (y/n) smiled. Even laughed softly. “Why are you laughing?” Peter asked, adjusting his position to be facing her completely. “Aren’t you mad?”

“Mad?” She repeated, and Peter shrugged, nodding his head slightly. “No, of course not, how could I be mad?” She said with a shake of her head. “I’m surprised, obviously, and a little winded- I feel out of breath? That’s not normal-”

“So you’re not mad?” Peter double checked, and she chuckled again, getting braver and holding his chin between her thumb and forefinger.

“No, Pete, I’m not mad, I promise. It’s just a kiss” She shrugged her shoulders, hoping to play it off and get over it. Peter was quiet, looking down at his lap where his fingers were toying together. He’d lost all sense of anything once her fingers had touched his face. “Right?” She said after her hadn’t said anything.

“Yeah- yeah… right” He answered, lifting his head and faking a smile for her. (y/n) looked at him curiously, still gently holding his chin. Her eyes flickered between his before down to his lips, only for a second. “What?”

“What?” She questioned back.

“You-you just looked at my lips”

“What? No I didn’t” (y/n) dropped her hand now, shaking her head at him. Peter smiled faintly.

“Yeah… you did” He continued. (y/n) pretended to think back on it, looking up to the ceiling. “Pretty sure you did”

“M’kay Spider-Boy” She hummed disbelievingly. “I give. I did”

“I knew it!” Peter said with a grin. “You kinda liked that I accidentally kissed you”

“What? Peter you’re delusional-”

“Mhm” He hummed back at her, not believing anything she was saying. “Sure. Okay” (y/n) looked at him with surprise.

“A-are you suggesting that I wanted-”

“Yeah” Peter shrugged his shoulders, somehow managing to appear calm, even though on the inside he was starting to freak out. “I am suggesting that you wanted to kiss me”

(y/n) leaned back slightly, her jaw dropping open as she stared at him. She was completely taken aback, not sure what to tell him. This is the greatest question on whether or not she should lie.

So instead she just shook her head with a small laugh, leaned back in her seat and went back to watching the movie. It was quiet between them after that.

The rest of Movie Night went as it normally does, with (y/n) falling asleep on Peter’s shoulder, and him letting her stay there until the credits started to roll. He stalled for a few moments, letting her sleep on the couch as he cleaned up around the living room. Until everything was done and it was just time to go.

“(y/n/n)… hey (y/n/n)” Her eyes scrunched together before opening slightly. “It’s time to get up”

“Is the movie over?” She asked quietly, voice slightly rough from having been asleep. Peter smiled at her, nodding his head.

“Yeah… yeah the movie’s long over, we gotta get you home” He said, helping her sit up. “Want me to take you home?” He offered, as usual.

“Yes please”

Peter was stunned as (y/n) wandered off to put on her shoes and coat. She’d never accepted his offer, always politely refusing. Why she’d taken him up this time, he had no clue.

But either way, he met her at the door, putting on his own coat and shoes, and walking with her out the door.

“You never let me walk you home” He said while she shoved her bare hands deep into her pockets.

“I figured we could use the fresh air” She mused, smiling gently at him. Her eyes were still tired, her messy ponytail far messier now. “Together” She finished quietly.

“You’re a secret softie, you know that?” Peter grinned, loosely wrapping an arm over her shoulders. She smiled back at him again shuffling closer to keeping walking with his arm around her. It was pretty chilly after all.

“Yeah well so are you” She mumbled. “Hey…”

“Hey” He said back casually.

“We’re okay, right?” She said. They were already halfway to her apartment complex, and she needed to know that there wasn’t going to be any weirdness between them.

“Of course” Peter said. “How could we never not be? You know Ned would murder me for letting that happen” (y/n) giggled, her elbow bumping into his side for that. “I mean it though”

“Good” She responded simply.

They went on talking about the usual things, how patrol was, what’s going on at home, random memes they’d found. Both of them glad they were comfortable with each other. The entirety of their previous situation could be swept under the rug.

“Alright, Pete” (y/n) sighed as they reached her house.

“You sneaking in, or using the front door?” He asked.

“I told them I’d be late for sure, so front door” She answered back with a slight nod. “Beats climbing the fire escape all the way up there” Peter chuckled a little bit.

“Yeah I’m sure” He replied, and it was quiet for a moment as they stood there across from each other, hands in their pockets to keep them away from the cold November air. “Anyways…”

“Anyways…” She hummed back, rocking on her feet just slightly to keep her body warm, and to calm her nerves. “Goodnight, Peter” She said, turning to go inside.

“Goodnight, (y/n)” He responded. She smiled, reaching up and holding his chin in place, before turning it to the side and placing her usual kiss on his cheek. Then released and walked up the steps to her building.

Peter swung back home with a giddy smile permanently planted on his lips.

“What do you mean you accidentally kissed her?”

Monday morning came far too fast for Peter’s liking, and explaining the weekend to Ned was not something he was excited about doing.

“How does that even happen?” Ned asked, completely confused by the situation.

“Well I- I was gonna kiss her cheek cause you know… she does it to me all the time and she was being really sweet, like more than usual, so I thought I’d just… you know”

“Did you know you have this thing of saying ‘you know’ when you panic-”

“Yes I know” Peter muttered.

“So go on about this kiss, how long was it?”

“Barely even a second Ned, not exactly what I thought our first kiss would be like, at all” Peter groaned. “I didn’t even close my eyes Ned, I was like, petrified”

“Of course you were. I’m not surprised by that. Like at all” Ned said, going back to scribbling in his notebook. Technically they were supposed to be taking notes in Chemistry, but this seemed like a much better thing to do with their time. “So did she?

“Did she what?” Peter asked, not looking up from his own notebook.

“Did she close her eyes?”

“Uh- yeah. Yeah she did”

“That’s good” Ned said with a proud grin. “Means she liked it”

“That doesn’t make any sense. Like at all” Peter mumbled back.

“I’ll have to agree on Parker with this one” A new voice said from behind them. Both boys turned to see Flash Thompson sitting there, diligently taking notes while still managing to ruin Peter’s life. “There is no way that (y/n) (y/l/n) would ever want to kiss you”

“Butt out, Flash” Ned said with annoyance.

“She’s just way too hot” Flash continued anyways. “She can do so much better than Penis Parker”

“Don’t say that” Peter said, taking offense for her. If (y/n) had been here, she’d be disgusted by what Flash was saying.

“It’s just facts, Parker, she’d never kiss you, just accept it”

She wanted to, Peter thought to himself, remembering the way you’d looked at him that night. But he would never say that to anyone, much less someone like Flash.

Ned and Peter turned back around, and didn’t talk about it for the rest of class. Peter’s heart was racing with embarrassment, and quite frankly, anger that Flash had talked about (y/n) like he knew her at all.

“Ignore it” Ned advised under his breath, knowing full well Peter could hear him clearly.

Not that he could actually ignore it.

Economics. The one class (y/n) had with both Peter and Ned. Quite frankly a boring and somewhat difficult one, but she bared with it just because it was one of the only times she could spend with them. Besides lunch of course.

“Guys, you will not believe how tired I am. I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired before, that’s really saying something”

“Good morning to you too (y/n)” Ned said dryly. The girl took her seat next to him. “Where’s Peter? He’s gonna be late”

“No, he went to his locker cause he forgot his folder. Again” She sighed.

“Of course he did. Anyways, how was the wedding thing? Fun or tedious?”

“Managed to be both” Ned said with a shrug. “But it was sort of fun, I guess. If I’m forcing myself to be optimistic that is”

“Really touching. You certainly do have a way with words” She said sarcastically.

Peter walked in shortly after the bell had rung, and (y/n) gave him a big smile, but it wasn’t returned. Instantly she turned to him with a confused and expectant expresion.

“Where’s your happy face?” She asked him.

“Sorry” He responded, before forcing a smile. (y/n) rolled her eyes.

“What’s got your onesie in a twist?” She asked him quietly, leaning closer.

“Just Flash being his usual self-”

“What’d he do?” (y/n) asked before he could even finish his sentence. Peter shook his head, wanting to forget it.

“Nothing, it really doesn’t matter” He told her. She frowned, but wasn’t going to push him to tell. Instead she just grabbed his wrist and shook it slightly.

“Forget that dick, he’s peaked in high school, he’s going nowhere” She said, earning a soft look from Peter in response. “You know it’s true” He chuckled and nodded.

“Of course it is”

With that they went back to focusing on class. As much as you could in the most boring setting ever, that is.

“Flash really got to him today, huh?” (y/n) asked Ned discreetly as they walked in the halls.

“What’d he do?”

“Just picked on some sensitive stuff” Ned answered. (y/n) nodded, frowning to herself. She looked to Peter, who was far down the hall at his locker.

“Should I beat him up? I’ve really been waiting to beat him up-”

“(y/n),” Ned sighed. “The idea is sweet, really. We’d all enjoy that” He said seriously. “Peter needs to just know you’re still around him, not you to go picking his fights for him”

“Boring idea, but I’ll take it” She sighed in defeat. “I’m gonna go talk to him. And not about my plan of attack” Ned rolled his eyes as he went to his own class. (y/n) went over to Peter, already coming up with three things that could make his day better. 1.) it was nacho day in the cafeteria, one of the only meals the school served that was edible, cause you can’t mess up tortilla chips and cheese. 2.) she’d read the most hilarious moon landing conspiracy ever read and couldn’t wait to hear him laugh at it. And 3.) she’d found a Spider-Man fanart on tumblr and-

“Penis Parker, what’re you doing in the hall all alone?” The sound of Flash’s incredibly irritating voice lingered in the air, making (y/n) stop in her tracks and glare at the boy, even though neither of them had seen her.

Peter turned to Flash only briefly, giving him a pissed off look, but not saying anything.

“Didn’t I tell you? No one’s around you, because no one wants you, especially- oh! Well speak of the devil!” Flash had found (y/n) standing there in the slight crowd of the corridor. “It’s (y/n) herself” Now Peter had turned to see her standing there, confusion written on her face. “Go ahead (y/n). Go ahead and tell him”

Her head shook slightly, not sure what he meant, and definitely not wanting to comply with whatever he was saying anyways.

“Tell him you’d never kiss him-”

“What’s the matter with you?” (y/n) asked, just loud enough for Flash and Peter to hear, and not the crowd with curious eyes.

“Come on (y/n/n), won’t you admit it? We all know someone like you, would never be caught kissing that piece of-”

“Flash that’s enough” Peter said, tired of him attacking (y/n) over it. “Why don’t you just mind your own-”

“Penis Parker, why else would she have never returned that lame excuse you call a kiss?” Flash taunted somewhat quietly, stepping closer to Peter. “If she’d wanted to, she would have-”

“Why can’t you just fuck off somewhere else, Eugene” (y/n) wedged herself between both boys. “There’s nobody out there kissing you, so just fuck off” But Flash just smirked.

“And there’s nobody out here who wants to kiss lame old Penis Parker neither-”

Rolling her eyes, she shoved Flash directly in the chest, making him stumble back a bit before she spun around, meeting Peter’s confused eyes for a short second, and shooting forward to press her lips against his.

Peter tripped over his own feet moving to accommodate her, his hands finding her hips, her own cupping his face in her hands. And if she thought their first kiss left her breathless…

“That, Flash,” She spoke loudly on accident, her eyes half lidded at first as her hands slowly fell from his face. “I want to kiss Peter Parker, me” She said the words desperately, the guilt and love she’d harbored coming out at once.

“Wow, (y/n), you’ll do anything for a little show of attention” Flash rolled his eyes before walking off. The other students in the hall wandering away as well, no longer caring about the drama.

(y/n) started to walk away but a hand grabbed her wrist and turned her around.

“No no no- you don’t get to just-just-”

“Breathe” She whispered with a slight nod of her head. “It’s fine, don’t worry about it, okay? We’ll talk later” Before she could walk away Peter pulled her back again, his hand still on her wrist.

“No no no no no,” He replied, shaking his head rapidly as well. “We’re talking about it now, you have a lot to talk about- right now”

“Okay” She answered easier than he thought she would.

“That’s it? Just okay?”

“Well do you have-have feelings for me?” Peter asked, his voice getting quieter at the question. (y/n) tilted her head to the side, an amused look on her face. The question was a bit humorous. “You’re trying not to laugh- what’s so funny?”

“Sorry, sorry, I didn’t mean to start laughing it’s just… yeah. The answer is yes. I do have feelings for you. Why else would I have kissed you?”

“I-I don’t know, to get Flash to piss off?” He suggested, eyes narrowing. Why in the world would she have feelings for him, of all people. “You expect me to believe you like me?”

“What?” (y/n) responded.

“I don’t believe you” Peter shrugged his shoulders.

“What do you mean you don’t believe me?” She asked with a humorless chuckle. “I just kissed you, in front of everybody, what more proof do you need?”

“Proof? None, I just don’t believe you” He said, making the girl laugh again.

“Fine” She shrugged simply and gave him a short smile. “That’s alright. Let me know when you do believe me”

And with that she walked off to class, leaving Peter at his locker, completely baffled.

“Dude. I’m tired of the same conversation between the two of us” Ned groaned, drinking the last of his chocolate milk. “Why can’t we talk about Star Wars? Or Trig? It’s always about (y/n) this and (y/n) that”

“This is really important Ned,” Peter reasoned. “This is the only day we don’t share a lunch and I gotta figure out how to-”

“Peter,” Ned groaned. “She literally told you she liked you, what do you even want me to say?”

“I don’t know” Peter sighed. “This is just so weird. Never seen a romantic comedy that went like this” Ned rolled his eyes, but didn’t say anything. Of course he wanted Peter and (y/n) to work out this strange thing they’ve got going on. But he was tired of (y/n) making it easy for Peter, and Peter barely able to pick up on it. He couldn’t be more oblivious.

“Did you try telling her how you feel?”

It was coming up on the middle of the night when Peter was finishing up on his Spider-Man duties and swinging the familiar route to the one person he had yet to check up on. But this one wasn’t a junkie, or a gang member.

He landed not so smoothly onto the fire escape outside of an apartment. He’d never visited here so late, and he wouldn’t be if it wasn’t such an emergency.

When (y/n) heard a quick knocking on her window, she jolted, staring at the silhouette behind the curtains. She took her earbuds out, and set her book down on her desk slowly, before carefully making her way over to the window.

With a quick movement she seperated the curtains, absolute fear in her chest, not knowing what to expect. But she certainly didn’t expect it to be Peter parker, decked out in his superhero onesie.

“Jesus, don’t scare me like that” She breathed out, sliding the window up. Peter started to come in, pulling the mask of his head, and making his hair fluff up all over the place.

“I believe you” He told her, before she could even ask why he was there. “I believe, I do, and I-I like you too, and I like the way you kiss” She giggled at the boy’s choice of words, folding her arms over her chest. Oh Peter, you absolute dork.

“Oh, okay” She said, suddenly interested in just what he was doing here. “Is that all you came to say?”

“I-I mean no I was just gonna say all that sappy stuff about why I like you- like in movies and fanfiction” He explained. She smiled a little wider now.

“Okay, well, go ahead” She said, nodding her head for him to continue. Peter gaped for a moment, but seemed to come back from it.

“(y/n), you’re my best friend, and I’m in love with you because you’re beautiful, and funny, and intelligent, and you’re a secret badass and always step up to Flash-”

He was cut off from his babbling on about her when she stepped forward and planted a kiss on his lips, her arms wrapping around his neck in order to pull him down to her height. His movements were shaky at first but he was able to set his gloved hands at her waist. Before he pulled back in a daze.

“I wasn’t even finished-”

“You’re in love with me?” She replied, like it was the greatest thing he could’ve said to her.

“I mean… yeah that’s kinda why I’m here” He replied, still looking confused. (y/n) shook her head at him.

“You are the cheesiest person ever, aren’t you?” She said, holding his face in her hands. “I swear, the most oblivious, cheesiest person”

“Could we stop ridiculing me now?” Peter asked, hoping her own hands were hiding his blush. But (y/n) gave him a soft smile.

“It’s not ridicule, it’s admiration” She commented briefly. “And also, I love you too, so we’re even”

“We’re even?” Peter repeated. “Is this like a game you’re trying to win?”

“No, it’s a game that I am winning” She said cheekily. “You were the one to kiss me first-”

“It was an accident!” Peter said like it still stressed him out, even though he knew it shouldn’t. (y/n) was giggling while trying to shush him so he wouldn’t wake anyone else up. “Seriously- you’re never gonna let me forget it are you?”

(y/n) shrugged, smiling at him happily. “It was a good accident”

Her confirmation put him at ease, somewhat anyways. He smiled, pulling her closer and kissing her without thought, just letting it happen. Peter wasn’t very good at taking control of these things, but this felt right.

“I kinda like how you kiss too” She said playfully. Peter rolled his eyes.

“You’re making this hard, is there an off switch for the sarcasm?”

“If you can find it, you can have my next three movie night choices” She suggested, her smile faltering out of slight nervousness, but from Peter’s curious and flustered face, the nerves died.

“Deal”

He’d have a lot to tell Ned the next morning.

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fuckingconversations · 6 years ago

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I'm sorry if you've been asked this before, but your ADHD post really hit home with me. Does it ever get better? I've felt like that all my life, and I'm starting a course, not the first I've tried and bailed out of due to losing interest, and I'm..Scared, you know? I feel like half a person, or I'm acting with a limiter on my brain. Does anything help?

- @amondrask

Does it get better? – Not on its own. Left alone, ADHD tends to aim itself head-first into a garbage can or depression, anxiety, and losing hope. However! YOU can get better! There IS hope! Don’t give up!

When I wrote that post – about feeling like a liminal space, walking through the world like I was a ghost, constantly forgetting and fogging out and losing my place in the world, feeling half-dissociated from losing so much time – that was my “normal” for a long while.

It’s not my normal now.

Nowadays, two years later, there’s still a little bit of fog. A little bit of forgetting. But day to day? It’s totally different. I made a ton of little changes, failed at a lot of ‘attempted habits’ and picked up others through repetition and reminders and not giving up.

So? What helps?

For me, most of it came from a place of forgiveness. Whenever I tried to get a new habit, and missed a day, or failed a step, or dropped the ball, just… forgive it. Whoops, that happened, let’s pick it up again and keep trying. Like dropping a grape when you’re making a fruit salad – don’t give up on the whole damn fruit salad, don’t weep and gnash your teeth and linger in self-disgust until everything is rotting around you - just accept that the grape is on the floor, and either wash it off and eat it, or toss it in the trash and attend the rest of the fruit.

Mentally, ‘Forgiveness’ is where you’ve got to dial in your brain. You’re basically teaching an old dog new tricks, so you’ve gotta be ok with the dog sometimes getting bored and walking away. Give it a pat and try teaching it again in a few hours, or tomorrow. It’s ok.

Actual Habits that help me:

EXERCISE! – Probably the most common thing people suggest and then you roll your eyes at, but holy shit people suggest it for a DAMN good reason. Tbh Pokemon Go helped this discovery, and then Podcasts helped it even more. I go for a walk a couple times a week, listening to podcasts or catching the ‘mons. It’s usually about a half-hour – not a lot of time compared to the day, but loads of time for your body. Getting your heart moving, getting good chemicals flooding your brain, it helps with maintaining focus, getting started on stuff, and just feeling good about yourself.

DIET! – Junk food is great. However, it’s AWFUL at keeping your brain functioning at top potential. I’d recommend doing your own research on good ADHD diets, but I personally found a lot of good in limiting carbs, and focusing my diet on meats and vegetables. (Plus cooking for myself means an easier time keeping to a budget)

SMALL CHANGES! – Big changes just never ‘stuck’ for me. I’d forget. Small decisions, made independently, obeyed for a week or two before adding another change – those build up and become big changes. For instance:

“I like this bowl. This is going to be my keys bowl, where I always put my keys when I get home. If I see keys not in the bowl, they go in the bowl!”

“I’m going to put my shoes by this shelf. This Is the shoe-shelf now. If I’m indoors my shoes better be on the shelf!”

“I’m going to be early to work. Every day this week I’m going to arrive 10 minutes early.”

“If I want something on Amazon, I’ll put it on my wishlist, not my shopping cart.”

“I have 2 credit cards. This one is for ESSENTIALS like real food and gas and fixing my car. This other one is for play junk, because it has a tiny credit limit. If I want a pile of felting wool, or a trilobite fossil, or an actual gecko skull, those are treats, and go on my play card.”

Each of those habits on its own is nbd. If I tried to do all of them at once, I’d probably fail. But! Nowadays, I’ve got a shoe shelf so the shoes are organized and not a tripping hazard, and I can always find my keys. My reckless spending is under control. One at a time, over a year, I made little changes.

For the “Time Loss” deal, I made plans with people. That’s it.

I made plans to fill up my week, so I had other people to expect me to show up, and who’d be disappointed if I wasn’t there.

Monday nights is where I DM some D&D. This also means I need to set time aside each week to come up with maps and adventures and NPCs.

Tuesday nights is writer’s group, where I visit with a lil club and we critique each other’s writing as we all strive to publish a novel. Tuesday lunch break at work, and right after work before writer’s group is when I panic and crank out a chunk of writing so I have something to bring. Either way, that’s still a couple hours each week for writing, even if it’s crammed into one day 😉

Wednesday night is for tidying. Put on a fun podcast and listen while I do dishes, fold laundry, sweep, etc. My brain is engaged with the podcast, while my hands are being productive with stuff I don’t really have to think about.

Thursday, Friday, and Saturday are totally free because that’s when my friends ask me to go places with them, and I’ll usually have plan offers cropping up. This Saturday is a Fast + Furious marathon! I’m hype.

Sunday afternoon is for volunteering, and cooking. Again, with the podcasts to occupy my brain, while my hands chop and season and do all that mindless junk. I do ‘Sunday Meal Prep’ which is where you cook a ton on Sunday, then allocate food into meal—sized portions to eat throughout the week. Basically making your own TV dinners. =P - I don’t have to worry about cooking the rest of the week! - Then Sunday Night is usually when I prepare for DND ahahaa

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Unfortunately I can’t tell you exactly what will fix YOUR particular problems. There are a TON of resources about good organization ideas, alarm tricks, etc.

My best advice is “Start Small. A hundred baby steps over a year gets you places.” And “Forgive your brain! Try again!”

Part of that forgiveness thing is just realizing that what works for other people, likely won’t work for you. Instead of ‘Just doing it’ - ADHD’ers often have to trick and manipulate ourselves into doing things at a sideways diagonal. So the thing gets DONE, even if it’s not done exactly the same path as other people do it, or in the same timeframe. As long as it gets done, it’s ok.

If you’re in school, maybe you need to join a study session, where other people will HOLD YOU to showing up, and actually studying, or actually doing homework in the same room. I certainly needed that.

If you can’t manufacture executive functions, peer-pressure is fine.

#ADHD #Life Advice #Adulting

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overdressedcarp · 7 years ago

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21st-century kitchen appliances are intolerably complicated. Baking is plebian and old-fashioned to begin with. Shampoo bottle labels are deceptive. At any rate, none of this is Cavendish’s fault.

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Baker’s Dozens and Other Omens of Misfortune

“Oh—fiddlesticks.”

Cavendish dropped the baking sheet onto the counter, grumbling under his breath as he fanned his painfully-pink hand. Today would be the day for their towel-slash-potholder to be in the laundry.

He snatched a fork from the dish drainer with his uninjured hand and poked at one of the smoldering eyesores petrified to the baking sheet. It refused to budge.

“Scarred by your thwarted ambitions toward edibility,” he muttered. “I understand.”

This was what he got for trying to be considerate. A kind gesture, out of the goodness of his heart—yes, technically this was meant to make up for the shampoo incident, but guilt didn’t automatically invalidate kindness!—but of course his own personal life curse couldn’t even let him properly apologize for misreading the hair-care labels at the supermarket.

“You’ve gotta have some Murphy blood in you somewhere,” Dakota had said after last month’s situation involving the hotel sprinkler system. Cavendish was almost starting to believe him.

The door to the apartment rattled, then slammed. Dakota’s voice filtered into the kitchen: “Hey, Cav, did you set something on fire again? It smells like smoke in here.”

Cavendish pressed his palms against his forehead and fought down a scream.

“It wasn’t my fault! The timer didn’t set properly and I was filling out mission reports at the same time and I didn’t have my —”

“Cavendish.” Dakota placed his hands on Cavendish’s elbows. “Look at me. Is anything on fire?”

“Er. No.”

“Is anyone mortally injured?”

Cavendish tucked his still-pink hand behind his back. “Not, strictly speaking, mortally —”

“Did you manage to destabilize the time stream during the half-hour I was gone?”

“I have done nothing of the sort!”

“Then for the love of Tchaikovsky, would you cool it with the swan songs? I don’t need the Tragic and Guiltless Lament of Balthazar Cavendish in A Minor.” Dakota stepped around Cavendish, then reached across the stovetop and switched off the oven. “Why were you messing around in here, anyway? I thought we were gonna order takeout for dinner.”

“I had hoped that a gesture of friendship might finally encourage you to bury the metaphorical hacksaw.”

“It’s a hatchet. The expression is ‘bury the hatchet.’”

“This is exactly what I’m talking about! I am trying, for antiquity’s sake!”

“Fine, fine. Don’t have a fit. Which hacksaw are we talking about, specifically? Because I feel like we’ve got a whole tool shed at this point.”

Cavendish glared at the kitchen tiles. “I apologize for inconveniencing your personal hygiene regimen. I had no intentions of implying anything derogatory about your hair, dandruff-related or otherwise.”

Dakota raised his eyebrows, then burst out laughing. “And this—this is your idea of restitution? You bought the wrong shampoo and decided to try baking as an apology?”

“I know that you’re partial to food.”

“I’m partial to good food, Cav.”

Cavendish rolled his eyes. “You bruise my heart.”

“What do you want me to say? That I’m flattered? That it’s the thought that counts?”

“Perhaps!”

“Okay, whatever. Consider yourself absolved.” Dakota leaned over the counter and squinted at the baking sheet. “Um. What were you trying to make?”

“Ah—I was... er...” Cavendish wrinkled his nose. “You know, biscuits—you don’t call them biscuits, though, it’s—those dratted snackish things; you practically never see them anymore outside of documentaries —”

“Cookies?”

“Yes! That! Those!”

“Oh.” Dakota studied the baking sheet. “They, uh. They look crispy.”

“They’re burnt. And fully inedible. I’m not seven; you needn’t sugarcoat things on my account.”

Dakota tipped his head to the side. “Yeah, I don’t think sugar would help these.”

Cavendish scowled at the failed culinary exercise. “This is such an antiquated method of food preparation. I don’t know how people avoided starvation in this century.”

“Desperation is the mother of learning how to cook your own meals, I guess.” Dakota unzipped his jacket and tugged it off. “Where’s your recipe?”

Cavendish gestured to the beat-up laptop on the table. “I attempted to interrogate the internet.”

Dakota tapped the space bar on the laptop, then peered over the top of his sunglasses at the dim screen. “Yeesh, everything’s in imperial. How’d you even measure the ingredients?”

“I tried to convert the measurements to metric, but we’ve only got the one measuring cup, so I mostly shook things into the mixing bowl until the consistency seemed... tolerable.”

“Yeah, see, that might work for a Pollock painting, but cooking’s a little more finicky.” Dakota crouched down and opened their tiny fridge. “You didn’t clear us out, did you?”

“I believe I may have exhausted our supply of margarine.”

“No big deal. We’ll do a modified recipe.”

“I thought you said cooking was—finicky.”

“There’s a difference between changing the recipe because you don’t know what you’re doing, and changing the recipe because you’re out of margarine and can’t be bothered to go to the store.” Dakota handed Cavendish the mixing bowl. “Here, rinse this out. I’m gonna try to scrape Dessert 1.0 off the baking sheet.”

“I appreciate the thought, but this really isn’t necessary.”

“Who said anything about necessary? I want cookies. Might as well give you a crash course in home economics while we’re at it.”

Cavendish folded his arms over his chest. “I have some concerns about your methodology.”

“Look, I am ninety-nine percent sure this is how my mom used to make them.”

“And I am ninety-nine percent sure that you were supposed to remove the shells before adding the eggs.”

“Oh. Whoops.”

Dessert 2.0 never made it into the oven. They decided not to speak of it again.

The grocery store cashier gawked at Cavendish. “Um, sir? Your —”

“Not relevant,” said Dakota, sliding the package of break-and-bake cookies down the scanner belt. “Just ring us out. Thanks.”

“But —” The cashier glanced back and forth between Dakota and Cavendish, then leaned in to address Dakota in a low whisper. “His moustache —”

“We’re aware of the moustache situation.” Dakota fished in his pocket and pulled out a wad of dollar bills. “It’s been a rough day. Ring us out.”

“Oh. Uh...” The cashier slid the package of cookies over the scanner, then tucked the bills into the cash register drawer and fished out the change. “Paper or... plastic...?”

“What do you think, Cav? Was last week’s nuclear reactor incident enough environmental damage for one month, or should we continue our pattern of gross neglect for this century’s health?”

Cavendish sniffed, then rubbed at the burnt left side of his moustache. “I told you; that wasn’t my fault.”

“Did I say it was your fault? I never said it was your fault.” Dakota turned to the cashier. “Did I say it was his fault?”

“Um—no —”

“See?” Dakota slid the change into his pocket, then snatched the package of cookies and tucked it under his elbow. “I never said it was your fault. I said the situation was a bad bucket of bears, and that Savannah and Brick would probably loathe you until eternity. But I didn’t say it was your fault.”

Cavendish cleared his throat. Adjusted his vest. “Good to know we’ve clarified your feelings about that particular episode.”

“These come with chocolate included, you know,” Cavendish said. “It says so on the package.”

Dakota ripped open the bag of chocolate chips—procured from their unspoken stash of junk food on the top shelf of the pantry—and poured them into a bowl. “You will thank me for this later. I promise.”

“You don’t find this a bit... excessive?”

“Oh, absolutely. It’s ridiculously excessive. That’s the point.”

“Ah.” Cavendish plucked one of the chocolate chips from the bowl and popped it into his mouth. “I think I might still have some of the candy-coated chocolate pieces in my desk drawer if you’re looking to be truly horrific.”

Dakota grinned. “Now we’re talking.”

“We can’t let down our guard. This is where Dessert 1.0 crashed and burned.” Dakota closed the oven door and brushed his palms on his track pants. “Heh. Burned. Get it? Because you nearly set the kitchen on —”

“I get it.”

“Anyway. We need to watch this one carefully. Even a slight miscalculation could doom us.”

“You’re taking this very seriously.”

“I’m hungry! Dessert 3.0 is our last shot; I’m not starting from scratch again.”

“This batch isn’t, technically speaking, from scratch —”

“Figure of speech, Cavendish!”

They crouched in front of the oven and stared through the grease-crusted glass pane on the door. The break-and-bake cookies, heaped with every scrap of chocolate they had in the apartment, sat on the other side of the door.

They waited.

“Are you sure you set the timer?”

“Yes, I set the timer.”

They waited.

“Are you sure —”

“You watched me set it!”

They waited.

The timer beeped.

“I got it!”

“I’ll get it!”

They both leapt to their feet, scrambling around the cramped kitchen and generally doing an excellent job of running into each other.

“Where’s the potholder towel?”

“It’s in the laundry!”

“What do you mean, it’s in the laundry? How did you get the first batch out?”

“I burned my hand on the baking sheet!”

“Oh, for crying out loud —” Dakota glanced around the room, then grabbed his jacket from the kitchen chair and yanked the oven door open. Using the jacket as an ersatz oven mitt, he seized the baking sheet and hefted it out of the oven.

The jacket now bore a set of prominent scorch marks. Dakota complained about this for almost ten minutes while they wiped down the kitchen counters and washed the dishes.

“Since you’ve suffered so much,” Cavendish said, “I suppose you ought to be the first to taste the products of our labor.” He didn’t mention that his burnt moustache was, objectively, a greater testament to culinary suffering than the besmirching of any article of clothing.

Dakota plucked a cookie from the sheet, wincing as he did so—“Hot, hot”—then took a bite. And another.

“Well? How is it?”

In response, Dakota chewed in silence for three full minutes, He worked his way through five of the cookies before finally licking his lips and confirming, verbally, that this batch had turned out okay.

“At this rate,” Cavendish said, “you’re not going to have room for dinner.”

“Cavendish. The number-one rule of baking is that when you have warm chocolate-chip cookies fresh out of the oven, the time of day is irrelevant; you eat the cookies.”

Cavendish plucked one of the cookies from the cooling rack and nibbled the edge. “I’d hate to violate a sacramental kitchen maxim.”

“Exactly.”

Cavendish tried to ignore the further mess he was making of his charred moustache. The unholy amount of chocolate, he decided, was worth it. “These aren’t bad, actually.”

Dakota leaned against the counter and took another bite of cookie. “No. No they are not.”

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