#crying over bomb rush blush

[legendofrhythm]

Kinda random but I'm sitting here listening to the SSBU song remixes cause I want new stuff for my VGM playlist and it's crazy how they balance silly stuff like the SMW/OG Donkey Kong melody remixes and Bubblegum K.K. with tracks like Bomb Rush Blush and Gang-Plank Galleon and Kass's theme and they're ALL BANGERS I'M LOSING MY MIND

[dr-spectre]

NINTENDO?!?!?

WHA..... A MUSIC APP?!?!? With a spoiler prevention feature?!?! Music extension?!?!?! MORE SONGS GETTING ADDED OVER TIME?!?!

Oh... oh fuck yes dude... I can literally listen to bomb rush blush on the go without keeping my youtube app open... I can cry at the gym listening to tidal rush... we're so back..

I FUCKING POPPED OFF AT THIS!

WHAT DO YOU MEAN WII CHANNELS?!?!?!?! NINTENDO.... THATS.... THATS INCREDIBLE!!!!! YOU.... YOU DID SOMETHING SMART?!?!?

Nintendo... did something they should have done... rather than doing some dumb shit. I'm so proud of you....

It's kinda funny how the Switch 2 basically got leaked and we now know what it's gonna look like, yet Nintendo responded with an alarm clock that tracks your movements and the most perfect music app they could have ever done.

[octo-in-the-mainframe]

DJ Octavio ramblings/analysis/theory???

I'm still mad that DJ Octavio was never given credit for composing and performing the absolute banger of a song that is Calamari Inkantation 3mix all while piloting the ship against Mr. Grizz in the middle of a world-ending event.

Like I get it. He's not an idol. He's not like, super popular among the fanbase, despite having his own rabid fans (I'm one of them).

But it just feels so wrong, knowing that the collective experiences he's shared with the Squidbeak Splatoon finally had him join forces with them, only to be left out of the song HE made???

I know the album has little octopuses all over it to signify his involvement, but I wish we had a proper explanation for why he hasn't been credited signature-wise or verbally.

Best case scenario (for me, because it gives him cool characterization) is that it ties into the idea of him not being as confident anymore. He's failed a lot over the years, lost a lot of his people, and the only recent win was when he actually worked together with the Squidbeak Splatoon that he's been fighting for a majority of his life.

If this is how he actually feels, then the recent DLC, Side Order, could hint at this as well, and portray how he seems from an outside perspective.

When reading the entry for Octavio's Splatling palette, Smollusk basically says that he needs to get his shit together because he's supposed to be a "big shot" Octarian in charge of leading his people, but that implies that he really hasn't tried since the ending of Splatoon 3.

Smollusk doesn't have the greatest understanding of the characters' motives, I'll give it that, but I honestly wouldn't say that it's too far off the mark here. It more or less accurately portrays everyone else, but just doesn't approve of their beliefs or methods.

Using this information, I think saying that DJ Octavio might be struggling to find a purpose could very well be the truth. So, maybe he's not credited because he didn't want to be? Maybe he felt he didn't deserve it? Or perhaps just didn't want to be in the publics' eye before he chose a path to follow? (He has been hiding for a while).

I don't really know, but I hope he's given the spotlight soon!

I honestly think at this point he deserves his own concert...it's not like they have to keep the other characters out either. Have him hijack the show, or do collabs with everyone. Bomb Rush Blush, Tidal Rush, and 3mix are all collabs. Plus, there's the Inkopolis Memorial Mixtape he made, which was basically a love-letter to the entirety of Splatoon 2.

And, out of everyone, Octavio is the most likely to know of every band in Splatoon, besides Dedf1sh, who is now conveniently back among public perception. He listens to literally anything he can get his tentacles on, and it's a real shame we haven't gotten more music from him.

One last thing. This relates to the DJ Octavio concert thing but...

I honestly think it would be really cool if Octavio and Cuttlefish made a song together at some point.

Octavio could do the instrumental, add some cool sound effects, and Cuttlefish could put those rapping skills to good use. Double points if they cover Calamari Inkantation together.

Alright, I think that's it for now. Feel free to cry about Octavio getting snubbed for the 1 billionth time to me.

[thanosscross]

Sneak Peek!! I'm not too sure on a name yet, I'm thinking of something like Double Double, Combo. I don't know why >< I just think it's funny and Knock out has been repeating in my head all night, so lmk of title recommendations for a Choi Seung Hyun x Reader + Twin! Kwon Ji-Yong fic <33

He was cut off by your choreographer, she was nice, for the most part, but that's why you loved her, she wouldn't be shy about letting you know if something was wrong. "Y/n. How many more times do we have to stop you before you get it right? It's midnight, we've been on the same section of the same song for the last hour, what the hell is going on?" She snapped, normally, you could handle her harshness, usually it fuels you even more to make your shows perfect, but between your exhaustion, the combined stress of everybody that was working, and your growing frustration on this one move, you couldn't handle it tonight. As she continued to lecture you, you dropped down to a kneel, pinching the bridge of your nose in your hand as you tried your best not to cry. "Okay just stop! I-I can't do this! I can't! I fucking quit!" You shouted, storming off of the stage, trying to hold back your sobs until after you got the microphoned that was taped to your cheek, off.

Sitting in your dressing room, you tried your best to fix your make-up, you hated having meltdowns like that, especially in front of people, but sometimes your anxiety would just build and build until eventually, you'd meltdown, and everything would be okay again. You had always hated it about yourself, especially whenever people would refer to you as 'a ticking time bomb' like it was just a matter of time before you'd blow up. "Yeo-Dongsaeng" Ji-Yong called, opening the door to your dressing room slowly, his heart breaking whenever he saw you desperately trying to fix the ruined makeup that was smeared down your cheeks. "I-I..." You couldn't speak, not even knowing what you'd say if you could, your twin just walked over with a soft smile, pulling a chair up next to you. "You're okay, I know, honey" He whispered softly, grabbing one of your makeup wipes to start clearing off your face. "Seung Hyun is worried..you know, if you want to hide a relationship, he needs to stop worrying so much" Ji-Yong muttered quietly as he gently wiped the make-up off of your face, not missing the soft smile that made it's way onto your face. "Seung Hyun and I are not dating, we're just..really good best friends" You replied shyly, getting a bitch face from your brother "Okay, we've been around each other for almost 24 years now? So do you want to lie to yourself and me again?" He teasingly asked, chuckling softly as you nudged his shoulder gently, a blush covering your cheeks as he grabbed your make-up bag "What're you doing?" You asked, watching as he dug through it before finding the make-up you'd need "Helping my yeo-dongsaeng, because she needs her oppa" He smiled softly, you just sighed shaking your head "By a minute, Ji-Yong, sixty seconds" You reminded, he just laughed loudly shaking his head "Still older!" He protested, before grabbing your face gently as he helped with your eye make-up "There, perfect, Oppa Ji-Yong to the rescue!" He smiled, playfully standing up to do a spin "Thank you..Ji..for everything" You whispered, standing up to hug him tightly, you appreciated him more than words could describe. "Anyways! Seung Hyun?" He teased, changing the subject "Do you like him back?" He asked, watching as you covered your face quickly to hide your blush "No! I don't!" You protested, groaning as he just squealed pointing at your blush "You like him back! Yesss! You like Seung Hyun!~" He cheered, rushing down the hallway "Ji! Stop! Please don't!" You whined, chasing after him, never realizing that Ji-Yong's plan of getting you back out to rehearsals and in a better mood had worked.

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you like so far lovelies? I'm thinking multiple parts, first part focusing more on your and Ji-Yong's brother/sister relationship with a lil Seung Hyun x reader thrown in at different times, and then the next part vice versa, more focused on Seung Hyun x reader with a lil Twin! Ji-Yong thrown in at different times!<333

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[yourlocaltrashcan657]

Mental Hospital AU! Yandere! Attack on Titan x Female Reader

~|Eren Ending|~

Looking into his green eyes, Y/N never knew how much she would dread the head the words that would escape his lips.

”Y/N! I was looking for you. You and I can get out of here alive if we hurry up!” Eren explained as he grabbed her hand.

”Where’s Armin?! Jean said that you and Armin were together, so where is he?�� Y/N asked.

”Armin got crushed under rubble. He told me to escape before Bertolt and Reiner set any more bombs off near me.” Eren answered.

”W-what?! It was those two..?!” Y/N exclaimed. “We have to get back to the staff room so that I can have you-“ 

“No!” Eren yelled as he interrupted her. “You and I can make it out together!”

”But we can’t! You’re a patient and I have to make sure you get to safety.” Y/N said.

”Y/N.. I feel safe with you! I don’t need this place to help me, you help me whenever I see you, talk to you! I love you so much Y/N, please!” Eren confessed.

”Eren..” Y/N began to say until he dragged her off, making their way to the nearest exit.

”Eren I don’t think I can return these feelings in the current environment but I need Mikasa to at least know you are safe!” Y/N said making Eren stop in his tracks.

”Forget Mikasa! You and I can start a new life together. I just need you to trust me. Please Y/N.” Eren begged.

The two stood there in the dim, red lit hallway. Screams could be heard from every corner of the building, making Y/N shiver. She still had to find Krista, Ymir and Sasha. Where they even okay?

”Eren.” Y/N said, getting his attention. As he ripped his head towards her, Y/N gently kissed his cheek and gripped his hands.

”Please understand that we can escape together after I find my friends. You and I can live together after this. No one will intrude our life except for our friends, I promise.” Y/N said.

Eren could only blush bright red at her actions. She was devoting herself to him in exchange to look for her possibly dead or alive friends.

”L-let’s go then.” Eren said as they quickly ran together towards the different Wards.

Making their way into each of the Wards, their bodies couldn’t be found nor any of their belongings. A wave of relief washed over Y/N as she turned back to Eren, who was already looking at her.

”Y/N, someone dangerous could be lurking around here and trying to take you. We have to get going now, please.” Eren said.

Y/N smiled at him and made their way to the emergency exit, which thankfully was not blocked like the others. Y/N had Eren wear her uniform coat to disguise himself as a doctor.

”There’s a lot of people Y/N..” Eren muttered as they joined the large group of doctors, who had rushed out in time.

”It’ll be alright.” Y/N said as she looked around and saw Ymir clutching onto Krista and allowing Sasha to hug onto her side as they all seemed to be crying or in some sort of pain. “Eren, I see my friends.”

”Let’s go to them.. wait no. They’ll tell someone about me and I’ll be separated from you!” Eren said.

”I promise you they won’t. Let’s go.” Y/N said as she led him towards the trio.

”Y/N! We were so worried about you!” Krista said as she hugged onto Y/N, sobbing harder than before. 

“We thought you were stuck inside the building!” Sasha explained as she also hugged Y/N.

”I’m glad you made it out, you idiot.” Ymir said, smiling at Y/N.

”Guys, as happy as I am to see you, I have to tell you something.” Y/N said as she let go of Krista and Sasha and held Erens hand.

”Isn’t that one of your patients?!” Sasha said not too loudly.

“I don’t know how to explain it in a way that will make you feel comfortable but, Eren loves me in a way that keeps him stable. I feel as though I need to be around him to help him.” Y/N calmly explained.

”But he’s a Mentally Unstable Patient..” Krista said as she looked at the towering boy. “Are you sure Y/N?”

Looking back at Eren and smiling Y/N simply said yes. Sasha and Krista supported the two and even Ymir decided to go along with the plan.

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.

.

“Eren! Where did you put the washing?” Y/N yelled out loud as she looked around their shared bedroom.

”Uhm, I think it’s in the washing machine already..?” Eren replied as he looked back at the TV with his little girl on his lap.

It had been at least a a few years after the incident. Y/N got a different job thanks to her smarts whilst Eren was a stay at home dad. Being the smart person she was. Y/N got a house just near her old apartment with her friends.

Raising a daughter was fun for Eren as he would tie her hair in a man bun just like his newer look and would constantly play with her. She was only 2 years old but you three were happy.

Plopping down onto the couch beside Eren, Y/N took her daughter from his hands and put rested her head on his shoulder as they cuddle closer together.

”I’m glad that no one can disturb us Y/N..” Eren said as he kissed her head.

”Yeah.. I’m glad that Carla will be able to grow up in a nice environment instead of some people. You and I are doing the best we can.” Y/N said as she cradled the toddler in her arms.

“I love you so much Y/N. I hope you know that.” Eren whispered.

”I know, love. I love you too.” Y/N replied. 

[cozycompositions]

Hello, Lovelies! Here’s a little something something to hold you all over while I work on my longer pieces for June of Doom! This was inspired by my annoying neighborhood doing fireworks in the middle of the day today :)

Whoever decided to set off hundreds of fireworks to celebrate war heroes was an idiot. The way they light up the sky for the briefest of moments, the sounds that resemble something far too akin to bombs.

It’s what sent Alexander Hamilton to where he is now, huddled under the general’s desk like a child, shaking with tears stinging in his eyes (he wouldn’t cry, he wouldn’t cry).

He is meant to be downstairs, celebrating the Americans’ long awaited victory with the rest of his troops. He knows he should be down there, but he just can’t bear to be there with the windows wide open to allow any memories to flow in with the smoke of the bombs (fireworks, only fireworks, Alexander).

He feels safer here, as if he is somehow more protected from the dangers of the outside with the thin curtains General Washington’s office provides. Once the firework show is over, he tells himself, he will make his way back to the party and be decent and allow his fellow soldiers to clap him on the back and hand him a drink and-

His thoughts are cut off by a particularly loud set of rockets. A small shriek bursts from Hamilton’s throat before he can stop himself. He jumps, because it seems the noise was enough to summon the knock that comes to the door.

“Hamilton?” the General’s voice is muffled by the wood. “Are you alright in there?”

“Fine, sir,” Alexander tries to reassure the older man. He cringes at how his voice wavers.

He nearly groans when the door swings open, and a familiar pair of boots appear in front of him.

—-

The general lowers himself to peer under his desk, and right there is young Alexander Hamilton. The boy is cowering in on himself, trembling like a leaf and blushing as red as a tomato. Hamilton was clearly embarrassed.

“What’s gotten you so worked up, my boy?” Washington prods.

Alexander opens his mouth, though Washington isn’t sure if he expects an answer or a witty remark. His aide doesn’t get the chance to say what was on his mind anyway, as another bout of fireworks cuts him off.

Alexander jumps nearly out of his skin and curls into himself further, a single tear making its way down his hot cheek.

Ah, now Washington understands.

“You don’t enjoy the fireworks,” when Washington says it, it isn’t a question.

Hamilton buries his face in his arms.

“You need not be embarrassed, Hamilton, we all have our fears. I only wish you had told me instead of slipping away,” he attempts a smile at the boy, but it’s no use. Alexander won’t look at him.

The aide’s voice is muffled when he speaks next.

“I didn’t hear you,” Washington says gently. He places a hand gently atop Hamilton’s arm, and the boy peers up at him with wide eyes.

“I’m not afraid of the fireworks,” he repeats for the general to hear.

“No?”

“No.”

“Then of what?”

Hamilton simply shakes his head. He’s tired, he doesn’t want to speak of this right now.

Washington seems to understand, but he sure as hell isn’t leaving this child to deal with whatever ails him alone.

So Washington says nothing, simply scoots so he is sitting with his back pressed against the desk. He is much larger than Hamilton, he can’t fit under the desk, but he will sit with the boy until he is ready to speak, or return downstairs.

Washington won’t rush him.

Because he knows there’s plenty of work to be done tomorrow.

[asmallpinkfan3]

Death x reader (platonic)

Goldie x reader (romantic but mostly flirting)

Reader is friends with puss, has been sense far far away. Puss once asked reader if they were afraid of dying, reader told him something that he will never forget.

“Puss, when my time comes I will not run from death, I will great him like an old friend, because in the end that’s what he is.”

So during the adventure for the last wish (reader flirting with Goldie) the battle ends but reader gets hurt, bad, so when death comes, puss along with the others look in anger and sadness, and a shocked death, hear something that warms even him.

“Hello old friend, it’s been awhile “

i haven’t wrote for Goldie yet so please forgive me if I make her a little to ooc!

Goldie locks x reader+death x reader (PLATONIC)

Song I listened to on repeat while writing this: I love you so- the walters

GN reader

Warnings: death, fighting, swearing, blood.

You had met puss that night after the whole Fiona and shrek thing. You were in a corner and suddenly a cat comes up to you asking if you had a cup of milk, you gave him your cup that you didn’t even take a drink from. He thanked you and you talked with him for a while.

You and him decided to travel together, he went off somewhere and you haven’t didn’t see him for a while.

One day you were fighting someone and you felt them stab you in the side “shit”. You cursed out feeling the blood rush down your arm. You ran off desperately trying to find someone/somewhere you could get patched up.

You had been running for a while and everything around you started to get blurry the last thing you remembered was falling in front of a house.

When you woke up you found your self on a bed, sitting up you realized your arm was covered in bandages. Slowly you got up and walked around still feeling a bit woozy.

You saw a door and headed towards it walking down stairs. A blonde haired girl walked out and smiled at you. “Oh hey your awake, sit down right there you lost a lot of blood”. She pointed to a chair on the living room.

Sitting down you laid your other hand on your arm, a noise brought you out of a trance and the girl was standing in front of you with a small smile and a bowl. “It’s bowl of porridge, just the way mama makes it”. She said placing it in front of you and you thanked her immediately eating it. She stared at you as you ate, crossing her arms she gave you a smirk.

“Hey don’t inhale it, you might choke on it”. She commented with a laugh. You smiled at that and let out your own chuckle. After eating you sat back in the chair. “That was really good, your mama’s a very good cook”. You said smiling at her, she took the bowl and placed it back into the kitchen.

Returning back to you she sat in front of you. “So what your name”? She asked her blue eyes filled with wonder. “My names y/n yours”? You asked. “My names Goldie”. She responded and you smiled “that’s a pretty name”. You responded.

Over the course of a couple months you lived with her and the bears robbing people and what not. You would constantly flirt with her any chance you got. “Hey you know some times I wish you were a magical item”. You said to her while looking at the stuff you and the family had taken. “Oh why’s that”? She asked and you smirked. “Because then I could steal you and make you mine”. A blush came across her face, “oh come on mate”. Baby said disgusted.Mama only smiled at you, papa laughed at it before falling asleep in his chair.

When you all got to the wishing star you were unfortunately hit by on of those green bomb apples jack had after kitty dodged it. You let out a cry flying backwards into Goldie’s arms. Your eyes closed but she knelt down as you held your side. “Hey y/n please look at me your gonna be ok”. She said frantically and you looked up at her, her eyes filled with fear.

Suddenly a whistle came from somewhere and everyone took a look seeing a wolf walk through the colorful barrier. You had heard rumors that death came in the form of a wolf so you wondered if he was here for you. Puss’s eyes widened and a wall of fire surrounded both of them.

After fighting you had your head laying back on Goldie’s chest her arms wrapped around you and your body felt almost weightless. “Hey Goldie I don’t think I’m gonna make it outta here”. You stated as you grabbed her hand holding it in yours. “Y/n we will get you out of here if it’s the last thing i do”. She said laying her head against the back of yours. “You smiled at her attempt to reassure you, or was she reassuring herself.

The wolf walked to you and Goldie held you closer giving him a small glare. You smiled at him and the next thing that took everyone by surprise was what you said next. “Hello old friend, it’s been a long time eh”? His eyes widened, you weren’t scared of him? You didn’t even try to fight him. He came closer and looked at the other four above you. “It’s their time, you will meet again”. He said in a calm tone as he leaned down to grab your arm, “wait could I do something real quick”? You asked him he hesitated, then nodded.

“Goldie I never got the courage and I’ll never have that chance to but, I love you”. You said weakly turning. Her eyes widened and she gave you a small smile back,”I live you too y/n”. You have her hand a small kiss as an apology for leaving so soon. Death grabbed your arm and searched for the string finding it, it was weak, you closed your eyes and he cut it.

Your soul sitting up as you turned back to Goldie her teary eyes looked into your slightly transparent ones. Standing you gave her a smile. “I’ll see you soon, but until then don’t get to hurt I’d hate to see your pretty face get all messed up”. You always had to flirt in the worst of times. She gave you a weak smile, “I’ll try my best love”. She replied and you gave her a wink before turning to walk away with death.

After that she swore she would get revenge on jack for you, and she did right as he died at the wishing star. She sat with her family looking at the stars above her, “y/n would love them my dear”. Mama said hugging her. Her eyes filling with tears once more she buried herself into her, “yes they would”.

[spnbangbang]

Title: Last Night on Earth

Author: butterflyslinky

Artist: sidewinder

Primary Ship: Castiel/Jo Harvelle

Other Ships: Lucifer/Jo Harvelle, Leviathans/Jo Harvelle, one-sided Castiel/Dean Winchester

Length: 14330

Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Canonical Major Character Death, Dubious Consent, Possessed Sex, Knifeplay, Bloodplay, Undernegotiated Kink

Tags: Heaven, Consensual Memory Wipe, Tentacle Sex, Trueform Sex, Temporary Futanari, Bondage, Whipping, Sex in the Afterlife

Posting Date: September 18, 2023

Summary:

Jo spends her last night on earth with Castiel before she dies.

Lucky for her, Cas can visit Heaven.

Excerpt:

“Jo?”

She turned. Castiel was behind her, frowning, head cocked. Jo blinked, then looked back at the couch. Castiel was still there, sitting straight and unseeing.

“What the fuck?”

The Cas behind her squinted at her. “I…didn’t expect this.”

Jo blinked. “Expect what? What’s going on, how are you…”

“You’re dead, Jo.” His voice was gentle. “You’re dead and this is Heaven.”

She stared at him for a moment before it came rushing back. The Hellhound tearing through her stomach. Her mother desperately trying to save her. The bomb. Dean’s kiss…

And then it went black and the next thing she knew, she was back with her dad on a swingset, then with her mom in the Roadhouse, and then here, coming down to meet Cas again.

“I’m sorry.” Cas’s voice cut through her rushing thoughts.

Jo swallowed thickly, trying not to cry. Could she cry in Heaven? That seemed strange. “Did we win?” she asked instead.

“Yes,” Cas said. “Sam and Dean stopped it…the world’s safe. That’s why I was able to come.” He swallowed heavily. “The time we shared was…very special to me. It meant a lot, and I wanted to see that you were happy.” He turned. “I’m sorry for interrupting.”

“Wait.” Jo stepped forward and took his hand, and he was reassuringly solid. “Cas…is Heaven just…”

“It’s your memories,” Cas said. “Your happiest moments. I’m glad to know I was one of them.”

“Does it just have to be memories?”

Cas glanced back at her. “Well…no,” he said. “I am an angel. I can…recode your Heaven, so to speak. I can make it into anything you want.”

Jo bit her lip and glanced back to the couch. “Get rid of him,” she said.

Cas snapped his fingers and the copy of him vanished. Jo reached down and pulled off her nightie, tossing it aside before she stood before Cas, her body bare and proud in front of him.

His eyes flicked over her, and angels couldn’t blush but he looked like he wanted to. “Jo…”

“I want you,” she said. “You’re right…it’s one of my happiest memories. I’m just sad we couldn’t do it again. But we can here, can’t we?”

“Yes,” Cas said. “Your soul is corporeal enough here. It will feel the same as it did in life. But…” He looked back at her face. “I can’t be in a romantic relationship with you…not the way you want. I have too much to do and…”

“I don’t care,” Jo said. “I want you, however you come, whatever you wanna give me. I want to feel all the things I didn’t get a chance for on Earth, and I want it to be with you.” She stepped forward. “This is my Heaven, right?”

He looked down at her. “Yes,” he said. “This is yours.” And he kissed her.

[aztecbrujeria]

Vash x F!OC Malena

Malena and Vash are have just escaped a gun fight that caught them entangled in the sprawling city. The pair find themselves in the tiny alleyway catching their breath when things take a turn when Gunpowder and adrenaline mix together. WC: 1.6k

TW: First Person POV (If you don't like that you know where the door is), FtM Trans Vash, Vash w/Plant Pussy, Juicy Plant Tdick (Plant he can manifest a juicy dick if his partner desires), Plant Markings, Plant Pussy eating (Includes pussy latching onto OC's face), Plant Fingering, Kissing, Licking, Body Worship, small panic about feelings, Mention of Voyuerism

As always MINORS PISS OFF

He was blushing who would have thought that the feeling of my soft chest hidden beneath my tailored men’s clothes against his in that alley would trigger a blushing plant. The markings on his skin shimmered briefly from the close contact like stars that shimmered before disappearing beneath the surface. 

One strong arm around my waist pulling me closer, my legs wide to brace myself for an oncoming fight, one of his thighs landed between my center, the alleyway was so small we were playing twister. If I was a mortal man I know I wouldn’t have been able to hide an oncoming erection. As he looked out from the cramped space he moved his thigh giving me sinful friction between my thighs causing me to groan.

“Fuck.”

I could feel my nipples pearl against the cotton fabric of my shirt and became more aware of the feel of him against me, “No! I can- GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER MELENA!” My brain was screaming at the betrayal of my body and the adrenaline rush from the gun fight earlier; these two aphrodisiacs were a bomb waiting to go off.

It was the feeling of his arm pulling me closer and harder into his thigh that set off the trigger.

“Vash…”

Instinct took over, he snapped his eyes back to me from the world outside as I huskily said his name, I took his lips and heard him moan in surprise as I pulled him into me. My tongue hungrily traced the seam of his perfect lips greedily seeking entrance, he tasted like citrus and early morning dew. 

My urgency was met with his own as his hands roamed up my back sending every firing ounce of desire to my aching sex faster than my synapses could register. I didn’t even realize I still had my hand cannon un-holstered from the gunfight earlier. 

Breaking the kiss I stepped back a couple of heavy steps until the cool wall of the other building was against me. My hand still on his jacket and my gun relaxed by my side. I had to catch my breath. I didn't want to be the asshole, but I had already stolen a kiss without asking.

I sought out his hazel eyes, heavy with desire mirroring my own, but I wanted permission.

“Vash…just tell me yes or no.”

My voice was thick with my arousal, but I wasn’t going to give in until he said unequivocally “yes”.

“Please, yes, fuck yes! I’ve wai–”

With permission finally given, I holstered my pistol quickly, while pushing him back against the other wall with hand splayed out over his chest.

“Don’t move…I’ve thought of nothing but making you cry out my name since I caught you three fucking.”

I practically growled out the confession about me having seen and watched Vashwood, Strife, and him. I felt how wet I was getting remembering that night whenever I touched myself, too many to count now, to the memory of their bodies intertwined and slick from their love making.

“Mel-…”

Vash’s voice was cute as if he practically purred at the thought as I stood close to him. Running my hand up to his throat I closed around it just enough to watch as his head fell back and eyes rolled back.

“You like being my sweet baby girl, don’t you?”

He keened at my pet name for him. Gods, he was the perfect kind of pathetic sweet to rot the soul.

“I wouldn’t have believed The human stampede would turn to putty in my hands when treated like a princess.”

He whined so sweetly it made me clench. The way his face was already wrecked and I hadn’t even touched him yet.

I pulled him into another ravenous kiss, so sloppy, I didn’t care if someone heard how wet and heavy our makeout was.

Vash was a good boy, staying against the wall, hands on my hips, while my own fingers pushed his jacket off his shoulders so I could break the kiss and trace down his neck to the top of his skin tight shirt.

I found purchase on his soft skin while I bit down and sucked to mark his throat with a blossoming bruise following my desire to mark his bare, scarred shoulders. 

While I deftly followed the planes of his torso down the button of his pants. I took my boot and spread his legs wider, earning a gasp from his lips. 

Undoing his pants and sliding my fingers under the band of his briefs I felt his stomach clench and I giggled.

“Don’t be shy baby, let me hear you, no one’s gonna notice us.”

Vash moaned and began pleading as I slipped my hand further into his underwear and found his pussy sticky and slick from him being turned on. Caressing his swollen petals, blossoming to let me explore, just at the right moment I placed the heel of my palm upon the throbbing node of his sex. I heard him gasp as my first digit carefully slid in. 

With finesse I curled my digit and found his most sensitive spot to press against it slowly. I watched his cute mouth open to let a deep guttural moan out. I kissed him again, savoring his taste.

Pressing against his gspot letting him get used to me I watched the way he brought the back of his hand up and tried to muffle the sound of my name on his lips. I smirked at him, cooing praise, as I added another finger to coax more from his dripping sex.

His legs began to shake as I forced them to stay wide with my boot. His eyes were starting to brim with tears at how devilishly slow I was finger fucking him.

“You like that, hmmm? You feel divine, princess…I wanna hear you, Vash, let me hear you.” 

He grabbed my shoulder as he began to rut into my small hand. Grinding his throbbing dick down, more sinful slick coating my hand, I couldn’t wait any longer. The way his breathing was getting and the sound of his pleasure made my pace pick up. Just as his fingers bruised my hips and he was close I wanted him in my mouth.

I pulled my hand out of his briefs and watched him pout as I pulled my touch away. Fuck, this man was perfect.

“I wanna taste you.”

I got on my knees and pulled his pants down and looked back up as I kissed each of his hip bones, traced every scar and patch of biotech on his thighs, and nipped at the inside of his muscular legs.

Vash ran his cool fingers in my hair as he watched me make my way back to the now blooming organ. My eyes grew bigger with wonder as I got closer and let him feel my hot breath before testing the sensitivity of the petals that seem to reach out. I smiled like a predator back up at him as he begged. 

My pink lingual muscle became more confident stroking between swollen quivering lips that reacted to my ministrations blooming more and more, giving way to the sweetest taste. Tracing the edges of Vash’s perfect puffy lips had caused him to glow with his marking as his opening to pussy began to quiver, I felt his fingers begin to fist my hair.

“Melena…please!”

I moaned as I dove in, stronger strokes, making out with his perfect lips before following the path to latch onto his throbbing dick. I felt his fingers grip tighter, my own pleasure blossoming from the way he looked, the marks on his skin appearing and glowing.

Slow, methodical, lips smacking, sucking until I tasted his essence and let my tongue enter into his pulsing walls. I took every drop I wanted more, I was hungry, reaching for his legs I hooked them over my shoulders to wrap my own strong arms around them and keep eating while my nose teased his dick.

He was close as both hands now fisted my hair, his legs hanging, while he threw his head back and cried out my name. 

“M-MELENA…oh FUCK!”

My knees felt nothing of the extra pain, I was soaking wet in my own panties, and I loved the way he rutted against my mouth as I felt him clench around me.

Mouth still full, I spoke with it between deliciously lewd slurps.

“Cum for me princess…cum…”

And just like that he screamed as the petals of his anatomy clamped down around my face driving me deeper into his juicy cunt. I moaned between each pulse of his walls while my tongue took every glorious drop. He twitched above me as his marking shined brighter than stars.

When his petals let me go and I came up to catch my breath I let him down carefully and stood up, pulling up his pants for him, licking my lips while having a shit eating grin. 

He surprised me and pulled me into a messy kiss as he tasted himself on me before resting his forehead on mine and chuckled.

“Fuck, that was…I…and you didn’t even get scared of my downstairs.”

I laughed. How strange that he thought I’d give a shit, I just liked him for him.

“Vash. It wouldn’t have mattered if it was a space monster. I like you for you.”

He started to laugh in that alleyway and fuck did my heart flutter. I knew what that meant and I started to panic for a few moments before Vash pulled me in for another sweet kiss. The kind of kiss filled with promises and happy things. Things I didn’t deserve.. 

“Dammit…I’m falling for this donut hole.”

[elysian-flame]

You know what's hilarious?

How the moment you're shy, people start acting like it’s a problem they need to solve. “Oh, don’t be shy ” they say, like you’re supposed to suddenly flip a switch and become the life of the party. Or worse, they hit you with, “You’re just shy because you like that person!” As if every blush or quiet smile means you’re hiding a secret crush. Maybe I’m just existing over here, okay? Maybe it’s just who I am. But no, they’re all ready to slap a label on it, like, “Ah yes, shyness equals hidden feelings,” and then they shove that label into your hands like it’s a prescription. Suddenly, you’re there, holding this weird label, thinking,

“Wait, am I stupid ?Is something wrong with me?”

But here’s the thing they want to “fix” you because they don’t understand you.

Shyness, in their world, is a problem. But it’s not. It’s just part of who you are.

My shyness might be uncomfortable for you but my shyness is alive it’s real and raw. So, the next time someone tells you to “stop being shy,” just smile and say, “It’s who I am, take it or leave it.” Honestly, let them be uncomfortable with it if they want to. That’s their problem, not yours.

Now, let’s talk about crying. Oh, the drama that happens when you shed a tear You’d think you set off some kind of emotional fire alarm. “Don’t cry” they rush in to say, like you’re malfunctioning, as if crying is a disaster that must be avoided at all costs. “Why are you crying? Stop it, tears are bad” they insist. But let’s get real here tears are not bad. Some tears can be ugly (when tears are used to manipulate to scare to use people)

Crying is one of the most natural, human things we can do. It’s like saying,

“Hey, I’ve got feelings, and I’m letting them out.” It’s a relief, like releasing the pressure from a balloon that’s too full.

yeah, I’m crying because my heart is full, okay? And the next time someone tells me to stop, I’ll just tell them to sit down and join me. Let’s talk about the weather, laugh about the latest movie, or share a chocolate, but don’t tell me to bottle it all up. I’m allowed to cry. You’re allowed to cry. Let’s normalize it. There’s nothing wrong with having feelings. In fact, there’s something beautiful about them.

Then there’s vulnerability. Oh man, the contradiction here is real. “Be vulnerable” they say, all full of wisdom and good intentions. They want you to open up, share your soul. But the moment you do? Watch their faces. It’s like you’ve dropped a bomb in the middle of the room. They freeze. They get awkward. “Wait, not that vulnerable,” their eyes seem to say. They love vulnerability in theory, but not in practice. The truth is, they can’t handle the rawness, the realness. It scares them because it’s unpredictable. But guess what?

Vulnerability is a superpower. It’s what makes you real. I am vulnerable and the moment I am not ,it makes me feel dead

Few days ago, I shared something personal with a 36-year-old man about a friend of mine who has many life struggles. I was trying to process it, to share the weight of my worries, and he told me, “That person will try to manipulate you.”

What could they possibly manipulate me for? My emotions? Are they gonna steal my tears? Manipulate me for my chocolates? Please. What are they manipulating me for? Vulnerability isn’t the issue it’s who you share it with. But of course, the world loves to teach us the wrong lessons.

It’ll have you thinking that everyone is out to get you, so you stop sharing, stop trusting, and ultimately, lose a piece of yourself. Don’t let that happen.

Share your feelings with the right people. Let the wrong ones run away if they can’t handle your truth.

(be crazy enough to let them run away.)

And don’t even get me started on laughter If you laugh too much, they get all serious and worried, like you’re committing some kind of social crime. “Don’t laugh too much,” they warn. “People will get the wrong idea.” Um, no, you have the wrong idea I’m laughing because life is absurd and beautiful and funny. They’ll act like laughing too much will land you in some mysterious trouble, like there’s a fine for too much joy. But would you rather walk through life numb and stiff, barely cracking a smile, just to avoid making someone uncomfortable? No thanks. I once overheard an old lady telling a girl, “Don’t laugh so loud, it’s not ladylike.” And I thought, “Well, maybe being ladylike isn’t the goal. Maybe being happy is.”

+i am here to be me.

And laughter is one of the ways we live that mystery. Don’t let anyone take that from you. If you’re someone who laughs easily, embraces joy, and finds the fun in life’s little moments, keep doing it. You’re not “too much.” They’re just not enough.

And if you’re bold, oh hell, they’ll lose their minds. Say something a little too real, a little too honest, and suddenly, the room gets quiet. They start looking around, wondering if you really said what you just said. Newsflash: yes, I did! I once made a bold joke when I was with my friends maybe it was my birthday, and the silence was so loud, you could hear a pin drop. But instead of shrinking back, I thought, “Why should I apologize for being bold? For saying what everyone’s thinking but too scared to say?” If boldness makes people uncomfortable, then good. It means you’re shaking things up. You’re making them think. And thinking is something we all need to do a little more of.

Here’s the best part people have all these “rules” they expect you to follow, but none of these rules make sense. Don’t smile too much, don’t laugh too loudly, don’t talk too freely. They act like living authentically is dangerous. They tell you not to smile at strangers because apparently, that’s “wrong.” But what’s so wrong with spreading a little joy? Smiling at someone could make their whole day better. They’ll tell you to be serious, to be cautious, to protect yourself from the world. But I say unlearn all that nonsense. Be yourself. i should say learn what you were before, they told u what you should be. Just like kids, when we were kids we never cared about trusting too much, loving too much, laughing, crying whatever it was. That's you. kids do not care if they trusted someone too much. If someone broke thier trust cry over it but do not lose the power to trust.

People love to say, “Don’t be too crazy, don’t be too much.” But you know what? Be as crazy and as “much” as you want. Because life’s too short to fit into their tiny, boring boxes. So yeah, maybe I’ll laugh too much, cry too much, be a little shy or a little bold. Maybe I’ll be all those things at once. That’s called being alive

I am crazy. I am wild. I feel too much, I cry too often, I laugh too loudly, and I love too fiercely. But that is my truth, and I will not dilute it for anyone. I will not shrink to make others feel comfortable. I will not hide my emotions because they are inconvenient. I will not stop being who I am because the world fears what it cannot control. ( I would like to label myself as 'Me'❤️)

There’s power in being unapologetically yourself. There’s strength in embracing the parts of you that others find too intense. And if that makes me crazy? If that makes people run from me? So be it. I would rather be alone in my truth than surrounded by people who only want a watered down version of me. (When I say you'll get scared. I mean that's how crazy I am )

The world’s always going to try to change you. But why would you let them?

-elsy

[websterss]

MY ATLANTIS, WE FALL — TOM!PETER PARKER

REQUEST: I was wondering if you can, I could request Tom Holland Peter Parker x reader where in the NWH scene instead of Aunt May dying it’s the reader. I just love how in that scene Peter was emotional and the way he said “you’re ok, you’re ok”, made me cry like so bad I hope this makes sense I have so many ideas I wanna share but I just chose this one.

WARNING(S): angst, mentions of dying, mentions of blood, SOME fluff

WORD COUNT: 8,883

PAIRING: Tom!Peter Parker x fem!Reader

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! ♡ Feedback is always welcomed! Seafret - Atlantis

MASTERLIST

“So the chip in the back of Doc’s neck was designed to protect his brain from the A-I system that’s controlling these tentacles, but if you look here…” Peter turned the hologram human model around so the back was facing them. He pulled out the hologram chip and held it out to Norman. “The chip is fried and rather than him being in control of the tentacles, the tentacles are now in control of him.” Peter explained further. “Which I guess explains why he is so miserable all the time!” He sighed but turned to the door just in time to meet your eyes as you entered the room. “Hey.” He smiled.

“H-Hey.” You laughed looking back over your shoulder to where you just were in the kitchen.

“What?” He laughed along with you.

“Nothing, although I think someone needs to tell May that Doctor Octavius isn’t actually an octopus.”

“No.” He emphasized.

“Yeah…she even offered to put salt in his water.” You burst out laughing.

“Oh no!” He laughed out loud. Oh, he felt bad for her. His aunt was too pure for this world. You bit your lip, not believing she just said that to the poor man. You shook your head and looked back up at him.

“You need anything?” You leaned on the open door.

“N-No I think we’re good- Norman?” He looked over at him.

“I could use a glass of water if it isn’t too much to ask for?” He smiled over at you. “Please.” You straightened your back and nodded sure at him.

“Yeah, of course, be right back.” You gestured with your thumb and left the room.

“She’s pretty.” Norman smirked, not missing a beat as he looked over at Peter. Peter blushed mad red.

“Shut up!” He chuckled nervously.

“How’d you two meet?” He asked as he started preparing the tools that were going to be needed.

“Funny enough… a science fair.” He shrugged, expanding the hologram. He found a headpiece that would help him see the new chip closer.

“Did you win first place or-”

“No, she uh- beat my friend Ned and I by a long shot.” He paused, sticking his tongue out to concentrate.

“What’d you build?” Norman was curious.

“A self-made electric motor with ten kilowatts of power, yet we thought it wasn’t really cool to present once we saw all the other inventions everyone else came up with. I kind of used Spider-Man connections to try and help us win. I brought in a car that had a built-in electric motor.”

“So you cheated?”

“Well when you put it that way…it doesn’t sound right, but yeah we cheated, and I wasn’t proud of it. The judges said the electric sports car was very compelling.”

“Oh.” Norman winced.

“Yeah, I know.” He sighed. “We ended up getting second place.”

“What did Y/n make?”

“A glitter bomb.”

“A glitter-”

“A glitter bomb.” Peter nodded yes. “Y/n and her nana’s mail used to get stolen, mostly packages. So Y/n decided to engineer a device that would explode glitter as soon as the packages would be opened. I believe she even added a camera to capture the footage of the guy who kept stealing from them. We actually put him in jail.” He felt proud.

“Huh? What kind of bomb was this, again?”

“It was basically a small box like-tank with a pneumatic system. She customized these aluminum pressure tanks that were filled with air pressurized to 80 psi, which was nestled on the bottom of the tank. S-She had this whole hall effect sensor that sensed magnets, which were attached to the lid, and once the lid came off it would trigger the air to rush into the pistons and shoot up like a punch, thus releasing the glitter to ‘explode’ and cover the criminals in pink.” Peter lit up like a Christmas tree. “Completely harmless, but super effective.” He stopped and thought for a second. He turned around and looked over at your bag that sat on the floor a few feet from him. “I-I think she actually has one with her right now. It’s in her bag.” He laughed, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb. “I swear she takes any chance to cover someone up in glitter.”

“Incredible…Smart girl, I’d say that was indeed a well-deserved first place trophy.” Norman patted Peter’s back and focused back on the chip in front of them, but not before looking over at your tote bag with a quick glance. He quickly turned back around as Peter spoke up again.

“Her intelligence amazes me every day.” He spoke fondly of you. You loved science just as much as he did, one of the many things that brought you closer. Science and inventing stuff, it’s what you were good at. He had been excited to meet someone else who geeked off about physics and math like him.  He thought meeting you couldn’t get any better, but once you found out that he was Spider-Man, you decided to take the liberty of creating him extra web fluid for his web shooters. Most girlfriends would carry around inhalers, or even epi-pens, but you carried around web cartilages. You had one in the pocket of your jacket right now.

The two fell into silence before Norman leaned forward to inspect the little arms of the machine moving amongst the chip. He had never seen technology so advanced. Peter looked ridiculous with his tongue poking out as he slowly but carefully grabbed one of the sticks that he had to connect to the chip. “Remarkable, the technology and you. When all this is over. If you need a job and you’re willing to commute to another universe-” The machine roared and then buzzed as the completion was successful. Peter lifted the mask and breathed heavily.

“It worked!” He exclaimed, grabbing the chip and ran past Norman. “That totally worked!” You were barely walking over to the room to hand Norman his drink before Peter zoomed past you making you knock the glass out of your hand. It fell, shattering on the floor.

“Peter!”

“Sorry!” He skidded as he ran to the staircase. He looked to May moving in a hurry. “I got it, I did it, I did it!” He pointed to the chip. “Um, can you send him up?”

“Here we go.” May leaned forward to start making Doctor Octavius’s tentacles lift him in the air. “Hold on now.” She looked up at Doctor Octavius.

“All of these humiliations never cease.” Otto exclaimed as his tentacles lifted him up to the balcony of the stairs. “You, keep your science fair project away from me!”

Peter now stood behind him. You stood next to May, staring up at the two of them.

“Hey, you need to learn to have faith.” Norman tried getting him to think positively.

“Says the reckless fool who turned himself into a monster!” Otto sneered down at him.

“Please stop moving.” Peter begged as Otto began squirming. “Hold still!”

“Don’t you dare!” Peter frowned as he gripped his head. You all stood below, the anticipation was killing you. You hoped this worked. “I swear when I get out of this I’m gonna rip you-”

You tensed as his head fell forward. Peter stilled, his eyes widening. “Doc?”

“W-Why isn’t he moving?” You stuttered, looking over at the men in the room with you and May. You swallowed nervously, looking up at Peter. “Was that supposed to happen?”

“Doc?” Peter called out to him again. He was slowly getting scared. Oh god, what if he killed him. “Doc?” He panicked as he stepped forward. “Doctor Octav-” He was cut off by the loud gasp that fell from Otto’s lips.

“O-Oh, thank god!” You felt relieved, you placed a hand on your chest.

“It’s so quiet.” Otto muttered. “Those voices…inside my head.” He shook his head. He was stunned. “I almost…” He almost forgot what it felt like.

“Otto?” Norman could not believe his eyes.

“Yes, Norman.” Otto smiled, lowering himself onto his feet. “I-It’s me.” Peter jumped off the rail, landing in front of Otto. He sighed in relief as well.

“Well, would you look at that?” You turned your head to the Sandman.

Peter reached over to his right and released the bond that had been connected to the nano part of his suit, which had merged with Otto’s tentacles. You watched in amazement as the nanos retracted from the tentacles and shifted back onto his suit again. The golden design was now back again.

“I’m grateful, dear boy, truly.” They shook hands.

“Yeah. You’re welcome.” Peter nodded.

“How can I help?” Otto immediately felt better than he ever did before.

-

You sighed as you stared at the broken glass before you. After snooping around, you found a broom and a dustpan. You sighed, bending down to sweep the glass up. You stopped upon seeing red-covered feet standing before you. Peter crouched down. “Here, let me help you.” He tried taking the broom from you, but you refused.

“No.” You shook your head no. For a second he thought you were mad at him but then he saw you smirk. “You get the pan.” You held it out for him to take.

“I’ll take whatever I get.” He shrugged.

“I’m proud of you, ya know.” He looked up.

“Yeah?” He hummed.

“Mmhmm. You could have let them die, could have sent them back, but-” You turned back to look at the other two standing in the open space a few feet away. “You’re actually helping them.” You turned back to face him. “You’re giving them a second chance.”

“Well…you gave me one…” He shrugged. You looked down. You remembered there had been a time where your relationship hit rock bottom. You were both angry and upset, harsh words were thrown at each other, and things ended. You thought that that was it, that it was over and done for, but you didn’t want to lose him, and he couldn’t go another day without seeing you. So you gave this now healthy new dynamic between you two another try. It was barely getting to a good place until recent events happened, and now you two had hardly seen each other. You hardly got to have a moment together and it scared you because you considered all the worst things. You imagined that the two of you would break up again, yet you knew you could not go through that again. The first time hurt enough as it did and you two were a mess because of it. Yet funny enough you possibly dying wasn’t one of the worst things you considered that could happen. You could never imagine leaving Peter behind, you just couldn’t.

“That I did.” You smiled at him.

“Do you regret it?”

“Do you?” You eyed him wearily.

“No.” He answered immediately. “You?” He now eyed you wearily. He knew just how badly he fucked up. How he fucked up everyone’s lives. How he screwed up your chances of getting into MIT, how he- how he fucked up as a boyfriend, and now the only time both of you have had a second to breathe was over broken glass. You looked up and leaned forward, pressing a chaste kiss on his lips.

“No.” You shook your head. He nodded, feeling reassured.

You two worked together to collect any leftover minerals of glass. You got up and Peter carefully walked over to the little kitchen to dispose of the glass in the trash bin. You brush yourself off then head up the stairs to put back the broom in the little closet you found it in. You had passed the wall when you felt yourself being pushed up against it. “Peter?” Your chest rose and fell as he trapped you with his hands. You could feel the heat come off him as his eyes darkened.

“I’m gonna kiss you now.” His eyes fell down to your lips waiting like a question.

“O-Okay.” You gasped as Peter smashed his lips against yours. You sighed into the kiss, longing to feel him closer. You gripped his hair feeling his lips move in sync with yours. You couldn’t open your eyes. If you did, you thought this would all be over. His touch would become unfamiliar, and the smell of him would dissipate into the air like nothing. His lips were warm and soft. They parted slightly allowing your tongue to slip inside. You both were breathing heavily as your bodies pressed together heatedly. You didn’t know how much you missed this. You missed feeling that familiar warmth blossom in your chest as he held you firmly. That little spark was ignited again as you displayed your wants and needs through every tug and pull, and bite and kiss. Usually, you would both be in your room, door locked, blinds shut, but you were reduced to sneaking in a heated make-out session in an apartment filled with men who could kill you in an instant.

“I’m sorry.” He pulled back gasping for air. “I’m sorry, I’ve been wanting to do that these past weeks.”

“Well, I’ve been waiting for you to do that so…” You leaned back on the wall, trying to calm down your breathing. Your hair was a mess and your lips were swollen. God, you couldn’t have looked sexier and prettier than right now in this state.

“I’m sorry.” He pressed his head against yours.

You closed your eyes, caressing the exposed skin on his neck. “What are you sorry for, mister?” You hummed in question.

“For everything that’s happened.” He sighed heavily. There was a knot in his chest. “I’ve screwed up big time, and I’ve hurt you, MJ, Ned, and May, everyone’s lives are ruined because of me.”

“Hey!” Your voice was firm. “None of that, okay?” You cupped his face. “You did not ruin our lives, okay?” You pressed your head against his head again. “What’s with all the negativity? You just had a breakthrough with Doctor Octavius!” You laughed, pointing to the stairwell. “You’re making up for it by helping them, Peter. You’re fixing it! That’s all that really matters.” You leaned in and kissed him sweetly. “All that matters.” You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his neck. Peter melted under your touch and your lips letting his head fall to the side. He opened his eyes and gently lifted your chin to look at him.

“I love you.” He caressed your face. “So much…I’d carry you into that room over there, but-” He just had to make a quip any chance he got.

“Oh yeah, no totally.” You agreed that now was not the time. “Later?” You offered.

“Definitely later.”

You tugged him by the back of his hair and kissed him. He hummed into the kiss. One hand propped up against the wall over you and the other cupped over your left cheek as he savored the way your lips felt pressed against his. How your hands were soft as your fingers carded through his hair, how he could hear the thud of your heart combined with his own. That was the only thing keeping him sane, knowing that your heart was still beating and that you were okay. If any given day it just stopped thudding against your chest like it was doing right now. He’d break. Probably even turn his whole room upside down. Though he didn’t want to find out what he would do.

“Where’d you go?” You giggle softly, pulling him back to reality.

“I was just listening…” He brushed it off. He leaned over to press a kiss to your neck.

“To what?”

He pulled back. He grasped your left hand and placed it over your heart. You felt it pound against your palm. “My heart?” You furrowed your brows in confusion. Peter nodded in response.

“Feel that?” You nodded, placing your other hand over his gloved one. “It’s healthy, and strong, and beating, and that’s all that really matters to me.” He furrowed his brows. He was serious. “You’re all that matters to me.”

“P-Peter.” You got all choked up. “Everything’s gonna be okay-”

“You can’t know that for sure.” He let his head fall against yours. “I just don’t want you to get hurt because of me.”

“I’m a big girl, Peter. I can handle myself.” You laughed it off.

“I don’t doubt it.” He agreed solemnly.

“Then stop worrying about me so much! Worry about them and helping them, okay?” You gestured to the staircase. “Okay?” You moved your head to meet his eyes.

“I’m always gonna worry about you. I can’t lose you. I can’t go through that again, and if something were to happen to you, then I wouldn’t be able to forgive my-” You nodded as you pulled him into another kiss, this one much slower.

“Nothing is going to happen to me.”

“Y/n please-”

“I love you.” You held his attention. “I love you too much to ever put you through that kind of pain. I know I don’t usually run when you tell me to, but I will this time. Okay? I’ll run, just say the word, and I’ll book it the opposite direction away from the fight. I promise I won’t try and be a hero this time.” You were crying by now. You were nodding rapidly to reassure him. “I’ll run because I love you too much. I-I can’t lose you either.” You pulled him closer by the neck and crushed your lips against his.

“I love you.” He shed a tear as he whispered against your lips. “You hear me. I love you.” He breathed out. “I love you, so so much.”

“I love you, more.” Your voice cracked as your lips moved together.

-

After your moment together, you quickly composed yourselves and quickly made your way down the steps. Peter let go of your hand as he walked over to start on the device for Electro. You grabbed another glass and filled it with fresh water. You hadn’t forgotten that Norman had asked for some, so you quickly made your way into the storage room where he was writing down equations and what looked like formulas.

“How does it feel Norman?” Otto asked him. “You’re about to become whole again.” He nodded. “No more, darker half. Just you.”

“Just me.” Norman trailed off. He stood still for a second before turning around slowly to reciprocate the smile that Otto gave him.

“Knock, knock.” You tapped your knuckles against the door. “Hope I’m not interrupting.” You chuckled nervously.

“Ahh Y/n, no of course not. Come in come in.” Norman ushered you forward.

“I got that water you asked for. Sorry, it took so long. Peter made me drop the first glass.”

“S’alright. Better late than never right?” He nudged your shoulder.

“Y-Yeah…right.”

“So…glitter bombs huh?” Norman smirked. You closed your eyes groaning. “All in good fun dear girl.”

“I’m guessing Peter told you about the science fair.” You scratched your head with your finger.

“Indeed he did. He also told me how remarkably intelligent you are. Aluminum pressure tanks, hall effect sensors.” You felt your cheeks heat up as he listed off the built of your bomb. “Incredible…smart girl!” He praised you. “I believe Peter’s described your bomb as, harmless but effective.” He smiled gently.

“Yeah, I mainly built it for fun. A little surprise for burglars. Harmless where it can’t endanger anyone, yet effective enough to get the message across.” You half-heartedly laughed.

“Ahh yes, by covering them in sparkles and glitter.” He hummed.

“What else would I cover them in?” You furrowed your brows, feeling sort of uneasy under his stare. You laughed to lighten up the mood thinking he was just teasing, but what he asked next startled you.

“Have you ever considered turning them into real bombs?”

“Excuse me?” You tilted your head.

“Ya know, giving them an upgrade.” He shrugged nonchalantly thinking it was a simple thing to say.

“No.” You said firmly. “They’re not supposed to cause any harm. They’re-”

“Harmless and effective, yes.” He hummed again. Eyeing you were narrowed eyes. “But imagine if they were more effective and useful in a dangerous situation…”

“I-I’ve never had to rely on them though. Peter always-”

“Keeps you out of harm’s way?”

You nodded yes.

“How chivalrous of him.” He chuckled. “But- what happens when you can’t always rely on him, what then?”

“I-” You were about to give him an earful, but stopped yourself. What would you do if you couldn’t rely on him to save you? “I-I don’t know…” You finally answered.

“He’s lucky to have you, ya know.” Norman smiled at you. You looked over at him, the corner of your lips turning upward. “It’s good to have someone who knows the ins and outs, the risks, and how truly dangerous it is to be a superhero.” You felt small under his gaze. “You balance each other out well…” And that was all he said.

“Well, I’m lucky to have him.” You tilted your head. Then excuse yourself from the room. You smiled gently over at Otto then left the room.

“What was that all about?” Otto questioned him.

“Just making small talk.” Norman smirked.

-

You had almost collided with Peter when you were exiting the room.

“Ugh.”

“Oof.” You both groaned, but he steadied you to prevent you from falling.

“Hey, woah, you okay?” Peter’s eyes grew with worry. He noticed how shaken you were. “What happened? What’s wrong?” He glanced over your shoulder into the room you practically ran out of. You quickly shook your head. You didn’t want him to worry about something silly. So you brushed it off even if you felt like something was wrong.

“N-Nothing…I-I’m fine, promise.” You hoped he wouldn’t see past your fake ass smile.

“You sure?” He rubbed your arms up and down gently.

“Yeah…” You nodded again. “I-I’m gonna go find, May- have her make me some tea maybe…” You walked around him. Your back was turned to him, but he stopped you.

“Y/n.”

You turned around. “Mhmm?” Your eyes watch him with patience.

“Love you.” He muttered softly.

“Love you more.” You smiled then frown as you watched him turn around first this time and disappear into the room with Otto…and also Norman.

-

“Something feels off.” Max shifted uncomfortably in his chair. He looked down at the device Peter had placed on his chest.

“What do you mean?” William asked.

“I don’t like this…”

“Leave it alone. The sooner you guys get through this, the sooner we go home.”

Beep.

Another green light lit up, filling up the circle.

-

Peter had been in a trance writing formulas out to try and test for Norman’s serum when he felt his spider-sense go off. His eyes widened, and his breathing increased. He stood up abruptly feeling a need to find you and May immediately.

“Peter, what’s wrong?” Otto asked him in concern.

“I don’t know…” He walked out of the room feeling like everything was dialed up to eleven. “M-May…Y/n.” He called out to you. You looked up from the book you carried with you and got up instantly hearing worry in his voice.

“What is it, Peter?” May waved around some sage in the air. You followed behind her.

“Peter?” You furrowed your brows. You walked past May on the steps and walked up behind him. You gently placed one of your hands on his shoulder. “Hey talk to me, what’s wrong?”

You all stood there in anticipation waiting for him to say something. He looked around frantically. Feeling nervous and scared at the same time. He spared a glance to Max.

“What’s going on?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Max eyed him, feeling uneasy as the boy stared at him.

“Peter?” Everyone’s voices felt distant. As though a muffler were placed over his ears.

He took a deep breath, making himself relax. He opened them up, grunting as he shot a web out. Norman’s hand was now stuck to Dum-E.

Your breath hitched as Norman slowly turned his gaze onto Peter. Your book fell out of your grasp, thumping against the floor.

“That’s some neat trick…” Norman’s voice sounded deeper. “That sense of yours…”

“Norman?” Otto stepped forward, hoping to reach his friend.

“Norman’s on sabbatical, honey.” The goblin smirked.

“The hell?” Max eyed the man standing before him.

“The goblin…” Peter whispered.

Peter’s eyes hardened as he stared at Norman. He slowly looked over to May silently communicating with her. She slowly backed away and rushed over to grab your tote bag and the two serums they had been working on. As for you. You stepped closer to Peter. Hiding behind him like a shy scared kid meeting a stranger for the first time. Peter wrapped his right arm around your waist and your lower back, pressing you into his back. Your eyes were the only thing the goblin saw.

“No more, darker half, did you really think that I’d let that happen? That I’d let you take away my power just because you’re blind to what true power can bring you.”

“You don’t know me.” Peter scoffed.

“Don’t I?” The goblin taunted him.

“I saw how she trapped you…” Peter looked over to May walking back out the room with your bag. “Fighting her holy moral mission.” May appeared. She turned to look at him. This was not the man she was trying to help. She gripped your bag tightly in her right hand.

Peter kept his gaze on Norman. May was tense, but so were you. She looked at Peter, then at you nodding slightly. She didn’t need to say anything to tell you that you needed to get the hell out of there.

“That girlfriend of yours is just as blind as you are.” This made Peter fume as his grip on you tightened feeling protective of you. “She doesn’t know her true potential…hasn’t pushed herself to see what her knowledge and with the right motivation can create. Just from what you told me about her Peter…she’s meant for greater things.” He smirked at you.

“Like what? Making real bombs, and hurting people?” Peter’s eyes widened at your words. Was that why you ran out looking frightened? Because Norman said that to you? “Harmful, yet effective, right? That’s what you want, isn’t it?” You stepped out. “Screw you, I’m good, thanks!” You scowled at him.

“We don’t need you to save us.” The goblin continued, brushing your words off. “We don’t need to be fixed!” He turned and gestured to the device on Max’s chest that was close to turning green. “These are not curses.”

Beep.

“They’re gifts!”

“Norman no…” Otto shook his head.

“Quiet lap dog!”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Peter stared him down.

“I’ve watched you from deep behind Norman’s cowardly eyes. Struggling to have everything you want, while the world tries to make you choose.”

Beep.

“Gods don’t have to choose…we take!” The goblin shook his head, smirking.

“Y/n, May, run!” He released you, pushing you to the door. Without a second thought, you picked up your feet and bolted. May was hot on your heels. You had promised him you’d run, and that’s exactly what you were gonna do.

All hell broke loose.

You and May quickly reached the elevator. She began pressing the button to go down rapidly, but even then an elevator was going to be too slow for you two. You halted turning your head to hear the loud commotion coming from Happy’s complex. You felt a pang in your heart.

“Y/n sweetie, come on. Peter can handle himself.” May looked up watching the lights flickering above you.

“Not alone-” Your voice cracked, as more crashing and bangs made you flinch. You closed your eyes and grunted.

“Y/N.” May used her mom voice on you and gripped your arm and tugged you to the door with the exit sign above it. The stairs would be a lot faster. “Come on!”

You hurried down each step behind her. She took one of the serums out and handed you your bag. “Here, take it. The other serum is in there.” You took the bag and tightened it in your hand like May had done, not wanting it to slip out of your grasp.

-

As soon as you made it out to the lobby. You skidded to a stop and jumped back as the ceiling fell. Two bodies smashed through the ceiling. The rumble had separated you and May. Her standing by the looby entrance and you on the other side where the elevator doors were located. You took out the serum, seeing the Goblin climb on top of your boyfriend.

“Your weakness Peter is morality. It’s choking you!” Goblin mocked him as his hands tightened around his neck. “Can you feel it?” You had taken one look at May before you both ran forward and plunged the serums into his neck. You quickly backed away from the man.

“Ahh!”

“Ugh!” Peter gasped as Norman’s hands released their grip.

You stared in bewilderment as he stood up, unphased. Taking the injections out of his neck and tossing them outside. “It didn’t work.”

You looked over at Peter turning around on his stomach, trying his best to stand up.

“Norman was right. He got it from you���that pathetic-”

“Stop it!” You cried out as he slammed his foot into Peter’s back.

“-sickness!” He leaned down and picked him up. Holding him by his hair. Peter heaved in and out. He couldn’t breathe. He leaned down and leaned in Peter’s ear. “He tried to fix me…”

“M-May- no- May…” Peter grunted. She had yanked down a loose metal-looking mallet hanging from the ceiling.

“Now I’m gonna fix you…” Goblin said this as his hoverboard arrived at the front entrance. Peter’s heart sank.

“Hey!” You yelled. The Goblin had turned around in time for his face to collide with your bag. What had been inside it made him stumble away from Peter a bit. Peter caught himself with his hands as he fell forward.

He tried again. “May run, please.” His voice was disgruntled and raspy. He needed you two to be safe. “Y-Y/n…r-run!” He begged. You had turned around to face him and that had been your first mistake. Your second was letting your guard down. This gave the Goblin an opening to have enough time to grab you and throw you across the lobby like a ragdoll.

“Y/N!” Peter watched in horror as your back collided with the wall. Your head lulling to the side, you were knocked out cold.

The hoverboard came rushing in through the doors. Glass splattering everywhere. May had been hit directly on the back. She was thrown from the impact.

“MAY!”

Peter grunted as the Goblin jumped on the board. He pushed himself up with all the strength he could muster.

“Peter, Peter, Peter. No good deed goes unpunished.” Peter caught Norman’s eyes looking over at you unconscious, and May laying on the ground in pain. “You’ll thank me later.” He smirked and threw one of his pumpkin bombs in the air.

“No!” Peter threw himself in the air as he tried to catch the bomb. His fingertips had only brushed against the bomb…then it set off. Throwing him back.

-

You were awoken by the sound of a voice talking. You didn’t know how long you were out. All you knew was that pain was currently running up and down your back.

“Y/n? Y/n, hey can you hear me?” He cried, shaking you lightly. You groaned as your eyes opened and closed. “Hey, baby, I’m here. Can you hear my voice?” He sniffled as he brushed a hair out of your face.

You took a deep breath as your eyes opened wide. Your eyes wandered before they settled onto Peter who was crouched down in front of you. “P-Pete?”

“Oh thank god.” He choked up. He pressed a kiss to your temple. “Oh, you’re okay. I’m so glad you’re okay.”

“Norm-” You began to panic, sitting up straighter, but Peter made you rest against the wall by pushing on your shoulder.

“He got away, he’s not here.” Peter shook his head. “We’re okay. You’re okay.”

“I knew…” You winched as you tried sitting up then gulped. “I knew something was off about him- I-I should have told you I wasn’t fine-” You hiccuped. “H-He kept talking about m-my glitter bomb.” God, he should have never told him about that. His head fell down. One of his hands fell on your legs, rubbing it slowly. You were looking around at the mess. The whole lobby was unrecognizable. Then you realized…You noticed quickly that you couldn’t feel any mobility in your legs. You looked down at Peter’s hand rubbing against your leggings and you whimpered. Peter lifted his head hearing you cry. He gave you a once over, then reached forward to cup your face.

“Y/n, what’s wrong? Where does it hurt? Where are you in pain?”

“I-I can’t-” You shook your head. “I-I can’t feel my legs, Peter.” Peter looked down at your legs. They looked still. He felt a pang in his heart. He slowly placed his hand at the tip of your shoes and squeezed. He looked up in question, but you continued shaking your head. He moved back up closer to you, trying to find where you could have gotten hurt. He moved his head to look at your back. He lifted your shirt just a tad bit and right then and there he wanted to cry. His heart broke seeing purple and red combined. He touched you lightly and pulled his hand towards him. The red drops of blood were darker than his own suit. Your spinal cord must’ve taken the blow, and now you were bleeding out. He clenched his jaw to try and keep his cool.

“W-What?” You shivered. “What’s wrong? You okay?” He only shook his head no. No, he was far from okay. “H-How bad is it…P-Pete?” You slowly reached out with your left hand to grasp his hand tightly. Yet, it felt weak to Peter though. “Peter?”

“S-Somebody help I need an ambulance! Please, somebody, help us!” He yelled out again like he had with May. Though no one was coming to help him save his loved ones…and that pained him.

“What happened?”

He took a deep breath and turned back to look at you. He reached forward caressing your cheeks lovingly. Smiling like everything was okay. “Nothing happened, you’re okay, you’re okay. We’re gonna get you out of here, and I’m gonna get you to a doctor, and they’ll fix you up, and you’ll be good as new again!” He nodded. He wanted so hard to believe the words that slipped past his mouth, but he just needed you to stay awake for him, yet you didn’t show any signs of being tired.

You could see right through him though. He was trying so hard not to cry. You squeezed your eyes shut as tears slipped. You opened them to look up at the ceiling. Blinking away your watery eyes.

“Where’s M-May?” Your voice rasped. You were going in and out of consciousness when you heard him plead for her to open her eyes.

“N-No.” He shook his head. His face scrunched in pain. This made you break down. He continued caressing you. He was calm as long as he heard your heart still beating.

“I-I’m sorry.” A tear fell down your cheek. Peter immediately looked up, shaking his head.

“W-What are you sorry for, huh?” He half-heartedly laughed. His voice cracked as he kept caressing you.

“I-I said…I said I wouldn’t be a he-hero.” Your lips trembled. “I said-” You swallowed down the knot in your throat. “I said I’d run and I didn’t.” You let out a sob.

“This is not your fault, do you hear me?” He held your face. “This was all Norman, not you.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to your temple as silent cries slipped past your lips. “This is not your fault.”

Thoomp-thump.

Thoomp-thump.

Healthy, strong, and beating, it’s still healthy, strong, and beating. He kept reminding himself.

He looked at the lobby’s front entrance where a swat team was waiting for him. Guns were being pulled out. He didn’t like the looks of it. Your breathing was still regulating normally, that was a good thing, right? You were alive and that was enough to ease him. He continued to stare at the entrance while his thumb kept sliding back and forth across your left cheek.

You had your head to the side. You weren’t saying anything, but from the rise and fall of your chest was slowing, he could tell you were having trouble getting air.

“Hey, you okay? Where else does it hurt?” He wiped away the dirt that smudged on your right cheek. “Y/n-”

“-S-Shhh.” You furrowed your brows, focusing your ears on that stupid ticking noise. “W-What is that?” You croaked. You were growing tired and that noise was driving you to insanity. “W-Where’s that coming from?” Peter looked at you confused. He let go of your hand and stood up slowly.

“What’s what?” He looked around the lobby.

“Listen.”

He moved around walking over some of the rubble. “Y/n, I don’t hear anything.” He shook his head.

“Just listen…t-tick, tick, tick.” You made the sounds as you looked left and right. Why the hell did it sound so close?

He strained his ears finally being able to hear it. “What is that?” You were right, there was something ticking. “Where’s it coming from?” Peter started furiously looking under pieces of rubble, his heart started picking up. He did not like the sound of it. If there was another bomb in the room with you two…he had to find it.

You watched him panic as he grunted. You could still hear it even with him throwing pieces of concrete around. You finally strained your ears more and suddenly looked to your left. You noticed a red dot blinking against the cotton fabric of your tote bag. You held your breath as you shakingly reached for the handle and tugged it closer.

“Why is it getting louder?” He exclaimed as he tugged at his hair with his hands. He sighed, then looked back to see you pull out something from your bag. It was the fucking bomb! He felt his flight or fight response kick in and scurried to you. He groaned, holding his side where his ribs were broken. He pressed two middle fingers down to shoot out a web, but nothing came out. He was out… He hopped on his good side trying to reach you. “Y/n!”

You gasped for air seeing the timer on 2 seconds. You looked up with wide eyes, feeling your heart plummet to the bottom of your stomach. “Peter!” You cried as you threw the device in your hands. Yet when it hit zero it exploded, just like any bomb would. The blast sent you both back. It made your head collide with the wall. Your eyes wavered as you groaned in agony. There was a slight ringing in your ears. You reached up weakly touching the tips of your ears only to pull your hand back slowly to see blood. The blast threw Peter back. He gasped as he landed on his back. You were feeling dazed, your vision becoming slightly blurry, you heaved slowly trying to breathe. You couldn’t. You heard the sound of cracking and breaking, suddenly. You slowly looked up and felt scared as the ceiling above you started falling. “P-Pet-”

-

Peter didn’t know how long he had been knocked out. Woke up in shock. He was sweating and everything hurt.

“Y-Y/n…” He croaked out your name as he rolled over. He gasped for air as he made himself get up. The blast had caused more concrete to fall from the ceiling making it harder for him to reach you. He had to climb over a few pieces of rubble before his eyes caught sight of you. “N-No!” He yelled out in agony as he pushed himself forward. He grunted as he threw the rubble that fell on you. He breathed heavily as soon as he removed the last piece off of you. He choked back a sob, seeing the sight of you. Your ears were bleeding and so was your nose. Your neck had been curled in on itself. He shook his head whimpering. “Y-Y/n…” No response. “Hey, can you hear me? It’s P-Peter. Y-Y/n?” He let out a stifled sob. He held your face gently, turning it so he could take a good look at you. “Please!” He shook you just slightly. “Please look at me, please. Open your eyes for me, yeah? Let me see those y/e/c eyes…just let me see them. Please!” He begged and begged and begged. “What are you doing? Can you just wake up and talk to me, please. Let me hear your voice one more time, yeah? Please…please- say something.” He realized just how quiet the open space felt. His body shook as he fell forward on you.

…..

…..

…..

…..

Silence had taken over the rhythm of your thuds. He couldn’t hear your heart beating anymore. A strangled sob released from his body. He yelled out in agony, punching the wall next to you. He made an indent. He could feel his knuckles throb, but he didn’t care. He sobbed, pulling his fist away from the wall. He looked up at the ceiling, blinking away tears, then he looked down at your limp body. He placed his hands back on your face removing any loose strands of hair that covered your eyes.

“It’s okay…It’s okay.” He squeezed his eyes shut. You weren’t gonna be okay and it was all his fault. “You’re okay now, you’re okay.” He raised his head to kiss your temple. “I-I love you.” He whispered over and over. “I love you, I Iove you so much.”

“Peter, run!” Happy had yelled out as he was shoved up against the hood of his own car.

“I’m sorry.” He apologized. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry.” He kissed your temple over and over, even giving you one on your cheek, and then a soft yet slow chaste one on your chapped lips. He pulled back caressing you and running his thumbs over your cheeks again. “I’m so sorry…”

“Alright Parker come out with your hands up!”

“I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry!” He got up as soon as bullets started being fired at him. He checked himself to see if he had gotten grazed, but he hadn’t…and then he bolted with one last glance at you laying in the rumble.

-

Peter ran to the only place he felt the safest. The roof of Midtown High. It was the only place that he felt would bring him some peace of mind, but nothing was bringing him any peace knowing that you and May were dead. He had never felt more alone than he did on that roof. So when his two best friends arrived. He looked over at them before breaking down altogether once more. They immediately fell down to his side. Soothing and holding him. Telling him reassuring things that they hoped would calm him down, but nothing was going to soothe the ache in his heart.

MJ had been the first to notice your absence. Her head lifted as an uneasy feeling wrapped around her giving her goosebumps. From the lack of your presence and the heartbroken look Peter had. It wasn’t hard to figure out, she didn’t want to say anything though. She didn’t want her worst fears to be true.

Yet instead, Ned was the one to ask.

“P-Peter…where’s Y/n?” Ned looked around the roof for any sign of you, but as he looked back at Peter’s torn guilt look. He felt his heart tear in two. Peter shook his head as he curled his arms around his knees tighter. He sobbed, letting his head fall forward.

“I-I couldn’t save them…” His body shook. MJ placed a hand over her mouth as tears threatened to spill. This day just kept getting worse, and now you were gone. “I-I couldn’t save her. I couldn’t get to her in time. S-She’s dead because of me.” He clutched his head tightly as the voices in his head kept building up and screaming at him. “May and Y/n are dead because of me.” He just wanted them to go away. “Why!” MJ and Ned wrapped their arms around him. It was your voice, his, and Norman’s combined. Just one after the other, taunting him, mocking him, and breaking him.

What kind of bomb was this, again?

I-I think she actually has one with her right now. It’s in her bag.

She’s pretty.

H-Hey.

You need anything?

I-I can’t feel my legs.

What’s wrong?

N-Nothing…I-I’m fine, promise.

It’s in her bag.

What kind of bomb was this, again?

I knew…I knew something was off about him- I-I should have told you I wasn’t fine.

Nothing is gonna happen to me.

She’s pretty.

…in her bag.

W-What is that?

Just listen…t-tick, tick, tick.

What kind of bomb was this, again?

TICK.

Nothing is gonna happen to me.

TICK.

It’s healthy, and strong, and beating, and that’s all that really matters to me. You’re all that matters to me.

TICK.

Harmful, yet effective, right? That’s what you want, isn’t it?

TICK.

Where’d you go?

I was just listening…

To what? My heart?

THOOMP-THUMP.

THOOMP-THUMP.

TICK.

That’s all that really matters.

TICK.

Everything’s gonna be okay.

TICK.

Be okay…

TICK

All that really matters to me.

TICK.

Nothing….

NOTHING…

NOTHING is gonna happen to me.

Nothing…

I love you.

I love you too much to ever put you through that kind of pain.

TICK.

Ned and MJ noticed him tense up, they moved back as his head slowly lifted. He stared off into the night. His jaw clenched and his face hardened.

“Peter?” MJ grew worried by his silence. “Peter, talk to us?” Something had gone off in him to be acting this way.

“Peter, man?” Ned furrowed his eyes.

Peter!

BOOM.

“I’m gonna kill ‘em…” His voice rasped.

-

Extra Scene:

Though Peter felt that getting vengeance for you and May was the answer. His other two former Spider-Man told him that there had been something to fight for. That you and May hadn’t died for nothing. Peter 2 had managed to prevent him from killing Norman. What good would killing him have done if everyone else had been cured except him? So with all the anger left inside him, he had plunged the serum into Norman’s neck and watched as he was cured. It wasn’t going to bring you back, but he had helped him, he helped them all…and now no one knew who he was.

He had to find a new place to live and he had ended up renting from Mr. Ditkovich, a somewhat decent landlord…not really. The place was run-down, but it was going to be his home. For how long, he wasn’t sure. At least he got the place looking somewhat decent by the end of the night.

Peter was moving around some boxes, the box contained some of his and your stuff combined that he would go through later, but as he clumsy set it down, there was a swish of something sliding across the floor. He caught sight of something white and walked away with another box now in his hands to another spot in the small apartment, but he quickly halted in his step. He did a double-take seeing the slip of notebook paper on the ground. He set the box with some of his stuff down and walked over to pick it up. It was folded in half hiding the written content. He opened up the fold and he had never felt pain strike him so badly the way seeing your handwriting did. He sat on the edge of the bed. His thumb smoothed over your swirls and loops. He couldn’t be upset about the fact he found this certain piece of paper though. If anything it made him laugh a little, something he hadn’t done in a while. He smiled genuinely seeing the ridiculous title you had tried giving the list: Y/n & Peter’s Super Duper Spidey-Tastic, SAFE, CRAZY ASS, SAFE, BADASS, SAFE Bucket List.

He shook his head thinking back to the time where he kept fighting you for the stupid black pen, he tried to reason with you about how you two should make the bucket list safe for your sake, but you weren’t having none of it. You still ended up crossing out his added words.

“You’re staring.” You had peeked an eye open, having just woken up. You had briefly made eye contact with Peter, who had been leaning on his arm watching you sleep like the weirdo he was.

“I’m admiring.“

"Staring-”

“-Taking you all in because you’re beautiful.” He leaned down to peck your lips but you groaned.

“I have morning breath.” You laughed trying to shove him away.

“Don’t care…” He leaned in capturing your lips with his own. He hummed softly, savoring the slow kiss. He pulled back and smiled down at you. “What do you wanna do today?”

“Mmmm…” You looked off wondering what you and Peter could do to drag out the day ahead of you.

“We could go to Mr. Delmars for sandwiches, a picnic in the park, I could swing us to the tallest view in the city again?” All his suggestions sounded amazing but you thought something new could be fun.

“W-Why don’t we make a bucket list?” You shied away from his eyes only to have him gently turn your chin to look at him.

“A bucket list…”

“I-I know it’s stupid forget-”

“No, no, no. It’s actually– a great idea!” He got up all excited and sat back.

“Really?”

“Yeah!” He exclaimed.

“Okay, okay.” You sat up too. Your smile grew by the millisecond.

“What would we even do?” Peter chuckled, scratching his head. He had no clue what you two would even write down.

“Umm…” You furrowed your brows. Your tongue was poking against your cheek in thought. “Huh? Um, I’m sure we’ll figure it out.” You giggled.

“Like we always do.” Peter’s eyes met yours.

“Like we always do…” You nodded. Your eyes widened as he reached forward to wrap his arms around your waist.

“Argh, come here you.” He had pulled you on top of him. His head was now against your pillows. He laughed as you pushed yourself up so as to not crush him. “Hi.” His eyes crinkled at the corners.

“Hi there.” You giggled.

“I love you.” He leaned forward to peck your lips.

Warmth had spread all over you. Your eyes crinkled at the edges too. You smiled down at the brunette with nothing but love for him.

“I love you too.” You leaned down and pecked his lips.

Tears spilled on the piece of paper after realizing you guys never really did get to do anything, except one, on the list. He could recall how excited you were to do all these things, now it felt like you two wrote it all for nothing. He thought of crumbling up the paper, but the last thing on the list made him choke out a sob. The ink had been different from the rest of the nine things on the list. A bit more harsh than your typical delicate looking penmanship. He felt his heart skip realizing that you had added it at a different point and time. You wrote the last item on your own accord because it was something you had wanted to do. It was something you hoped to possibly make happen one day. You loved him so much, and this only added to it.

1. See a show on Broadway 2. Save up for a place in Brooklyn 3. Horse carriage around NY in December 4. Try new ice cream flavors 5. Drive through Brooklyn bridge 6. Let Y/n try on the Spider-Man Suit 7. Take a picture together at every tallest point 8. Skate at the Rockefeller center both dressed as Spider-Man 9. Get matching tattoos 10. Get married after college

“I’m so sorry, baby.” Peter sniffled, bringing the list up to his lips, kissing it gently. He was going to have to live with the guilt for the rest of his life. He was going to have to adjust to waking up and turning over on his other side only to remember that you wouldn’t be lying there sleeping peacefully next to him, and he was going to have to learn to be okay with that. You’d remain a memory, a constant reminder that your smile would no longer grace others, and you’d remain in his heart. The only safe place he could protect you from here on out.

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Million Dollar Man | Chapter Five

18+

summary: Spencer's therapist recommended he branch out and meet new people who don't want to talk about his work... she didn't expect him to sign up for a Sugar Daddy website.

Content warnings: sugar daddy!spencer, age gaps (14 years), daddy kink, blow jobs, handcuffs, thigh fucking, public sex, exhibitionism, edging, vibrators, dirty talk, dom spencer

word count: 4.6K

a/n: updates on Wednesdays and Saturdays

Chapter Five | Masterlist

He’s ripped from a peaceful slumber by his work phone ringing on the night table. Y/N asleep on his chest, he tries to reach for it without waking her, successfully he answers with a groggy whisper, “hello?”

“Morning sleepy head?” Emily laughs, “it’s 10 am, Reid, why are you whispering?”

“I’m with my girlfriend, she’s still asleep,” he realizes he’s never told the team flat out that he was seeing someone, they all guessed but none of them had really asked.

“Oh,” Emily seems just as shocked that he said it. “We have a local case, I need you here for the geo profile and then you can go back to your mandated break.”

“I’ll be in, in 30,” he replies before hanging up.

“Can I come?” She whispers against him, obviously awake from all the commotion.

“Sure,” he shrugs, “if you don’t mind seeing and hearing about whatever horrific thing happened this time.”

“I don’t,” she sits up and stretches, “come on Mulder, we’ve got a case to crack.”

He laughs, “sure thing Scully.”

—

He’s nervous in the elevator on the way up to the BAU, Y/N on the other hand is so excited she’s practically vibrating. She’s dressed for the part, with her little visitor's badge and Spencer’s hand held tightly in her own, she basically drags him towards the bullpen when the doors open.

“Spence!” Luke calls for him, Tara and Matt turn around with big smiles to see him. “Who’s this?”

“Uh,” Spencer swallows sharply, “this is my girlfriend, Y/N this is Luke, Matt and Tara.”

She lets go of his hand to shake theirs, he watches as they all smile and introduce themselves to her, causing the rest of the team to notice the new person in the room and rush over. They have a lot of questions, they’re all very surprised she’s as young as he was when he started at the bureau and that he’s actually bringing her around.

When he finds out what’s going on, he’s really glad he brought her in. There’s been a few bomb threats in D.C, one of which is the building across from Y/N’s apartment. They’re trying to keep hysteria to a minimum, he knows he wouldn’t have been able to tell her if he didn’t bring her, he also knows he would have broken protocol to get her out of there.

She sits at his desk while he works, looking through all his things for a while before Spencer hears a familiar voice in the bullpen. Penelope was called in for backup, making eye contact with Y/N as soon as she walked in and cheering. “Oh! You’re here!”

Spencer leaves the briefing room, abandoning the geo-profile to introduce Penelope to the girl she helped him find, he runs down the stairs and wraps his arms around her.

“Spencer,” she relaxes into his embrace and holds him close, “I’ve missed you so much.”

When Spencer pulls away, the smile on his face is remarkable, “Penelope, this is Y/N,” he says her name and Penelope automatically knows who she is.

He told her right after he bought her whole Wishlist, Penelope has known about her the longest and yet she’s never been able to meet her. She turns to Y/N with a smile, “are you a hugger?”

Y/N stands and wraps her arms around her, “I think I owe you a very big thank you,” she whispers in Penelope’s ear.

“For what?”

“Teaching grandpa over here how to use the internet,” she teases him, “and for your helpful tips, he was the nicest one I met on there.”

“You’re very welcome,” Penelope pulls back with another smile, holding Y/N’s face in her hands, “and thank you.”

Y/N pulls her into another hug and now everyone is watching, Spencer knows he’s going to be bombarded with questions eventually but for now, Y/N is going with Penelope to her office and Spencer has a map to look at while he stresses himself out.

Matt, Tara and Emily head to the scene to join JJ, Rossi and Will, leaving Luke with Spencer in the briefing room.

“Can I ask?”

Spencer nods, “go ahead.”

“How did you meet her? Was she one of your students?”

He doesn’t know how to answer, not because he’s ashamed of it or of her, rather because he doesn’t know if she’ll want people to really know. “Penelope helped me get online to meet people, I made an account on a sugar daddy website thinking it would be easier to pay someone who doesn’t know me to hang out rather than try and make a new friend.”

“That’s smart,” Luke nods along as he listens. “She seems really cool.”

“She’s the best,” he smiles. “She’s really smart and talented, she’s an author actually, her books coming out in January.”

“I’ll have to get a copy,” Luke smiles right back.

“Her publisher and I have actually planned a big birthday party slash final draft party, if you and the team want to come and have drinks and get to know her more, that would be really nice,” Spencer offers, knowing it’s about time they all celebrated something together.

“I’d love to come, and I’ll bring Penelope,” Luke’s just as excited as he is.

“I’m a little surprised you didn’t know already, being with Penelope and everything?”

He shrugs, “we don’t talk about work or really gossip about the team now that she’s not working here, it makes her a little sad that she left but she’s doing a lot better just coming in occasionally.”

“I didn’t think I’d like my months off at first, either, but now I’m also debating leaving,” he knows it's a lie. He’s already written his letter of recognition, he’s just waiting for the go-ahead from Y/N that they’re moving to California.

“16 years is a really long time to be doing this job,” he agrees, “I’m sure if you wanted to leave the bureau would offer you your full retirement package early, given everything you’ve been through for this country.”

Spencer nods, “don’t let this job take your spark, you’re very wonderful, Luke, and I’d hate to see you lose it for the greater good.”

“My greater good is just down the hall,” he smirks, “I make the world a better place for the woman I love, she’s the reason I get up every day and come to work because I can’t wait to get home to her safely.”

Luke has always loved Penelope, it’s been very obvious, and yet she didn’t want really anything to do with him until Derek advised her to be nice. She was so busy thinking about all her other babies leaving the nest after Derek that she didn’t take the time to consider bringing in Luke to the nest for warmth and love as well.

“When are you asking her to marry you?”

Luke turns bashful, a slight blush on his cheeks as he stares at the table, “Christmas, it’s her favourite time of the year.”

“Have you talked to Derek?” Spencer only worries slightly, after what happened with Kevin he doesn’t want to see it happen to Luke.

“Nope, I’ve talked to her brothers though, we’re going to California again this year for Christmas and they all said they’d love to have me in the family,” Luke smiles, “the Garcias are my favourite.”

Spencer isn’t normally a hugger but he walks around the table and wraps Luke up, “I’m asking Y/N in a week.”

“No way?”

He nods, “she’s the greatest good I’m ever going to get.”

“Amen, brother.”

—

Penelope’s job was incredible, she was in awe as she watched her tap away at her keyboard and answer a million and one questions. She reminded her of Ned from Kim Possible and she knew if she said that to anyone she’d give away just how young she is.

She’s gotten a lot of looks, she knows people are talking about it and yet she doesn’t really care. There isn’t any malice behind the stares and the whispers, they all seem genuinely surprised that Spencer has a girlfriend over the fact she’s in her 20’s.

There’s a single dull moment and she turns to Y/N, “can I please have the juicy details, please,” she begs and it makes her feel giddy.

She’s never really had any girlfriends like this, and she certainly didn’t have anyone to tell about Spencer. “He’s the love of my life, I’m completely serious.”

Penelope squealed, “that’s all I’ve ever wanted for him, ugh this is so exciting! Are you guys serious? How long has it been?”

She nods, “not long, uh he got me this necklace a week or two ago and we’ve been moving pretty slow for his sake. In the last 10 months he’s become my bestie and I’ve convinced him to move in and he sleeps in my bed now and I love waking up beside him… he’s a real gentleman.”

“That’s good, he’s never been able to take the scenic route in life… I know you’re only here cause he trusts you and if he trusts you that means you know everything and if you know ever—“

“Yeah,” she cuts her off, “I know about all of it and everyone who’s hurt him and how he’s hurt himself but what’s more important is that it doesn’t phase me, he’s just a person trying to deal with the life he’s been given, we all are.”

Penelope wraps her up in a gentle hug, “he’s always needed someone like you.”

It makes her heartbreak just a tiny bit thinking about how as long he didn’t have anyone. Sure, he was surrounded by his friends at work and loved enough that they all brought him back home but he was never cared for the way she would have done it. There’s a weird maternal instinct that comes over her with Spencer and she knows exactly why, all she knows is she wants to love him and care for him for the rest of his life.

If she lives to be 100, she hopes he lives to be 116, because there isn’t a day she wants to spend on this earth where Spencer Reid isn’t alive and beside her.

She’s not going to cry in Penelope’s arms after just meeting her so she pulls back with a smile, “but what kind of juicy details are we talking? Cause I can’t embarrass him too bad…”

Penelope’s laugh is evil as she rubs her hands together, “a little birdie whose name rhymes with shmerek said he knows how to use that mouth for more than just talking…”

It makes her laugh almost a little too hard and she starts to feel her face heat up, she simply nods, “yeah, we haven’t gone all the way but from what’s happened so far, I can agree.”

Penelope turns in her rolling chair and laughs, “ugh that’s so great, I’m glad you’re having a good time— I mean I always thought Spencer would be good in bed after all the chats we’ve had about kinks and shit, he’s really educated, obviously, but I always knew that it would translate from paper to real-life very easily.”

“Oh totally,” she nods feverishly, “we talked about that before actually, virginity is simply a construct used to control women and make them feel pure or dirty, to feel like they can take something from a woman and yet virgins are so sexual and in tune with their needs and wants that they typically are good or at least know what to do from whatever porn they’ve consumed when it comes down to it. How the more in tune with someone's sexuality that they are the better they are in bed because they apply what they want to their partner and almost get off more on the fact someone is enjoying them than the fact they’re being pleasured.”

Penelope shakes her head with a loving smile, “you listen when he talks, you love every part of him and you’re beautiful… he really hit the jackpot.”

She brushes it off with a laugh, “I got pretty lucky with him too.”

Her phone rings before she can agree, answering with a cheerful tone, Spencer is on the other end, “do you have my beautiful girlfriend with you still?”

“Present,” she answers for herself, “are you still here, dad-Spence?”

She bites her lip and closes her eyes, fuck.

“Yeah, uh, I am, we think we got the actual building with the bomb, they’ve sent the team down there to clear it and check it out.”

“I’ll head back to the bullpen, then,” she stands and heads to the door, not wanting to face Penelope after almost calling him daddy right in front of her.

“Hey,” she calls to Y/N, “don’t be embarrassed. I get it, believe me, I’ve answered some calls in here with the dirtiest remarks to the completely wrong people. But, I’ll see you later?”

She smiles, “yeah, I’d love to see you again.”

In the bullpen, Spencer’s by his desk all alone. His teams cleared out and now it was just the office staff wandering around. She wraps her arms around his waist and rests her head on his back, “ready to go home?”

“Uh, not yet…” he turns to look at her, “I don’t want to bring you back to D.C unless the case is closed.” He looks nervous and she understands it perfectly.

“Okie Dokie, she smiles, leaning in for a hug to get close to his ear, “can we fuck in a storage closet to pass the time?”

He laughs but he takes her hand and he pretends to take her on a tour, he leads her down the hall and towards the filing room where he knows no one will be. “No one has really used this room in ages, since we went digital, and Penelope had all this stuff put online anyway.”

“So you can bend me over that table and rail me next time we come back?”

“Or?” She hears his playful tone and smirks to herself, letting him manhandle her hands behind her back as he bends her over a table, “I could fuck these big beautiful thighs of yours?”

“So only you can get off? Please,” She scoffs at him, wanting to piss him off to see where it gets her, wiggling her ass back against him as she does so.

He unbuttons her pants and drags them down her legs to leave her in just her thong, taking a handful of her ass and squeezing before laying a hard slap against her, she gasps at the feeling but also at the fact it was so loud.

“They’re going to hear you?!” She whispers with a disappointed tone.

“Isn’t that what you said you wanted? You wanted everyone to know only daddy can take care of you?” He uses her own words against her and she whines. “That’s what I thought.”

“No, but seriously,” she turns her head to look at him, “check my pocket.”

He does exactly that, finding one of her little bullet vibes in the front pocket of her jeans, “you planned this?”

“I knew we’d be having some kind of sex somewhere in this building,” she smirks. “Also my safe word is red but keep going.”

“Alrighty, then,” she can hear the smirk on his face as he thinks it over.

He takes his handcuffs out of his back pocket and cuffs her, “you know, it’s public indecency looking like this in here, technically it’s a federal offence and it’s my duty as a federal officer to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”

She swallows sharply, pushing back against his groin and gasping when her bare asscheek meets the cold metal of his gun in his holster. Sometimes she forgot he was a real FBI agent, sometimes it didn’t feel real to her because he was just her nerdy boyfriend and he never had any of his "cop props" with him… suddenly they weren’t just accessories to her anymore, he was actually a cop who just bent her over a table and cuffed her and now he’s going to fuck her "big beautiful thighs" as he called them.

“What’s the sentence, agent?” She plays along because damn he’s hot like this.

He presses his chest to her back as he leans in close to her ear, “It’s doctor, and you know that.”

He turns on the vibrator and rests it inside her underwear, right against her clit at the lowest setting, her thighs twitch at the feeling and all she wishes is that she had something to hold on to.

She whines again when she hears his belt buckle dangle and his zipper open, he grips his cock at the base and drags the head between her cheeks before slipping between her things with a sigh, “and it’s taking my time, you’re just going to have to, rather impatiently, deal with it.”

“Yes, doctor,” she closes her eyes and waits for the feeling of his cock between her legs but he doesn’t push in.

He places his feet on either side of hers so that she can't open her legs any further and finally, finally breaches her thighs. He groans at the drag of his cock against her skin as the vibrations from her panties continue to make her legs quake. She lets out a shaky breath and reaches for his shirt as he presses against her once more. Grabbing his tie instead, she pulls on it and he gasps for air.

“Sorry,” she mumbles with a smirk, not sorry at all for slightly choking him as she continues to hold his tie.

He swats her hands away from his tie and grips the cuffs to separate her hands, pushing them further up her back until it’s almost uncomfortable. The most uncomfortable thing about this was the fact he wasn’t inside of her, she felt so empty as she clenched around nothing. The stimulation on her clit was nice, the feeling of him taking her from behind is ungodly and yet he’s not in her. It’s the worst punishment in the whole world.

It was nowhere near enough to get her off and he knew that she wanted so much more that she wasn’t going to get, whining as he kept his thrusts at the same slow pace. It was agonizing, she squeezed her legs together more to tease him but he ended up liking it. There was nothing she could do for more, she was just going to have to let him take her, and that thought was what brought her closer.

“Please?” She begged, sounding just as desperate as she thought she would and not giving a single fuck.

“Please what?” He snaps his hips against her just a bit harder with each thrust.

She gasps again before biting her lip to hold back a moan, “finish in my mouth?” She begs once more, “please?”

He pulls off of her and yanks her off the table, turning her around, she drops to her knees without being told and opens her mouth immediately. He grips her by her hair and guides her towards his cock, slipping it past her lips and right down her throat.

He groans at the feeling, she closes her eyes for a moment to enjoy the feeling of his heavy cock in her mouth. Taking him more forcefully than ever before, he’s too caught up in the moment to realize he might be a little too rough but she also doesn’t mind. Breathing through her nose to stay calm she takes him as far as she can, pressing her nose to his pubes he can feel how hot her breath is as she struggles to breathe.

“Such a good girl,” he pulls her off so she can breathe for a moment, “you want my cum so bad don’t you?”

“Yes please, daddy,” she replies with a rasp in her voice that makes it obvious where he’s been.

She takes him in her mouth once more, sucking earnestly to get him closer and closer to the edge. He’s whining, pulling her hair and doing everything in his power not to thrust against her face, even though she’s okay with it.

She knows when he’s close because his cock always twitches in the same spot, it’s a tell-tale sign that he’s going to cum in a second. She applies more suction, running her tongue along the underside before taking him all the way once more just in time for him to cum right down her throat with each swallow.

He’s not quiet, anyone walking past the door will hear him panting and gasping, muttering good girl under his breath, he’s more fucked out by this blow job than she’s ever made him before. She can’t help but smirk as he pulls away and leaves her there on her knees, covered in spit and drool and unable to wipe her own mouth due to the fact she’s still fucking handcuffed.

She rests against his shoe, pressing the vibrator against her clit a little more, she twitches at how good it feels but it’s still not enough to get her off, and a part of her doesn’t want to.

He pulls her up to her feet and sits her down on the table he was just pretending to fuck her against. He attempts to spread her legs and get between them but she stops him, “leave the vibe where it is and let’s just go home?”

“You want to walk out of this building with a vibrator in your panties, and say goodbye to my co-workers and friends knowing you could cum anytime?”

She smirks, “yes, but I won't cum cause this pathetic toy isn’t as good at you.”

He clicks the button to turn it up a speed and she gasps, pushing against the feeling and moaning into it, “I’d like to see you try that.”

—

He takes her on the rest of the “tour” with that vibrator in her panties, she’s getting more and more flustered the more they look around. Eventually, he shows her the library, getting her alone in the back corner where he can talk to her without the risk of people knowing what’s going on.

“I can’t,” she whines as he presses her against the shelves, “please?”

“Please what?”

“Turn it off, daddy, I can’t take it anymore,” she grips his suit jacket tightly as she looks up at him with the eyes he can’t say no to.

“Mmm,” he hums, reaching into her pants to free her from the stimulation, she relaxes finally. “What do you think you deserve now?”

“Don’t wanna cum till we’re at home,” she whispers, “but you’ll have to make it quick because we have a flight to catch at 8.”

“Fuck,” he whispers like he forgot. “I hope we can get back into the apartment in time.”

“Why?”

“The bomb was in the basement of the building beside yours,” he admits and the whole facade fades, “that’s why I’m not taking you home yet.”

“That’s why you wanted to fuck me,” she whispers with a giggle. “You could have at least told me this was a ‘you almost died’ rush for you.”

“I didn’t want to say it like that,” he admits and a depression washes through his blood, he feels the low settle as he drops, “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” she takes his face in her hands and makes him look her in the eyes, “I love you, I’m glad we’re both safe. Everything in there is replaceable, you and me aren’t. This is a really good thing, Spencer.”

He nods, doing what she’s told him so many times she wants him to do, telling her his thoughts so that he’s no longer haunted alone, “when I told my friend Derek about you, he said dating a younger woman means I’ll never have to worry about you dying of old age before me. That’s one of his fears being the same age as Savannah, but I’ve lost so many people I never even thought about getting old with you I’ve just wanted to keep this version of you safe and with me forever.”

“Penelope said she always wished you’d find someone like me, and my only thought was If I live to be 100, I hope you live to be 116 because there isn’t a day I want to spend on this earth where Spencer Reid isn’t alive and beside me,” he whispers with a smile, “but now I’m thinking if you live to be 100, I don’t want to go past 84.”

“You can’t say that,” he whispers, tears bubbling in his eyes, “what if I die tomorrow? I need to know you’re going to be fine and not end your wonderful existence because I’m not here anymore. You’re too wonderful to put all your worth on me.”

She doesn’t want to cry, she already looks like she’s been fucked and now she’s a mess, she pulls him into a kiss so he’ll stop talking and they can just be together, it was hard enough for her thinking he was going to die eventually, let alone him hypothesizing dying tomorrow.

She rests her forehead against his, “we always do this.”

“What?”

“It’s like orgasms open the emotions or something,” she snuffles which turns into a laugh, “do you think our kids are going to find it weird that you’re so much older than me?”

Everything takes him for a loop, “uh,” he struggles to find the words, pulling back and looking at her as her face drops, “I um—

“You don’t want kids anymore?” She looks genuinely saddened and he doesn’t know how to answer.

“I do,” he nods, “just—“

“Not with me?” She puts the words in his mouth.

“With you, just not yet,” he holds her by the shoulders, “I need more time with you before we have a kid, I need to love life and be in a good place and somewhere where I can focus all my attention on them, and I can’t yet.”

“I want a baby by 30,” she whispers before pressing her lips together awkwardly, “46 isn’t too old to be a dad, I’ve seen men become fathers at 80.”

He laughs as the anxiety leaves him, “a little California surfer baby wouldn’t be too bad.”

“Well, we fuck like rabbits, we might get there sooner than you planned,” she nudges him, “you’re a wonderful boyfriend, and if you don’t mind, I’d like for you to stay my boyfriend for a little longer? I’m not ready to be a wife or a mom and change my name when I just got it put on a published book.”

“I’ll change mine to yours,” he replies like it's nothing, “or keep yours and we’ll hyphenate the kid's names.”

“It’s plural now?” She teases him once more.

“Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you,” he assures her, “forever.”

“You’d pluck a star from the sky for me wouldn’t you, Doctor Y/L/N?”

He laughs at how it sounds but he kinda likes it. Her word choice is even funnier to him, however, because he’s actually gone out of his way to pluck a star for her. She has no idea, but her last present is a big one.

She struggled to get her own name on a book for so long, now there’s a star named after her, in the sky for everyone to see for the rest of time.

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Sink Your Teeth into Forever Chapter 6

TITLE: Sink Your Teeth Into Forever Chapter 6 PAIRING: No Pairing (For now) RATING: M CHAPTER: 6/? SUMMARY: Eleanor “Elle/Ellie” is a human girl raised by vampires. Godric and his nest to be exact. She was left on Godric’s doorstep as a baby. She’s not quite human though. When Godric goes missing, his mysterious progeny Eric Northman shows up to help. Elle has never met Eric before and Eric has never heard his Maker speak about Elle. Will these two get along? Or will Eric’s jealousy get the better of him?

Elle came into the house crying, her day nanny following her.

Stan growled. “Make it stop!”

Elle ran past him to Godric’s office.

He had just woken up and was about to start tending to his affairs. “My sweet, what’s wrong?” he asked.

She crawled into his lap, still crying.

The nanny entered the office. “Mr. Godric! I’m so sorry!”

Godric stroked Elle’s hair. “Shhh, shh. Tell me what happened?”

“We were at the park, sir. There was a little boy there. He was capturing dragonflies. Elle thought it looked fun, so she went to join him only to discover that he was ripping the wings off and leaving them to die.”

“You’re dismissed for the night,” Godric told her.

The nanny nodded and left the office.

“Ellie, look at me.”

Elle sniffled and raised her head to look at Godric.

“I know what you saw upset you, but that was his choice.”

Elle’s brows furrowed and Godric could feel confusion and anger flood his body.

“You misunderstand me, my sweet. Just as it was his choice to do that awful thing, you also have a choice. To treat others with kindness and always striving to do the right thing. You will always have a choice.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

When Elle came to, all she could feel was pain. She knew she was outside because she could see the stars. The stars that Godric had taught to her.

The pain radiated all over her body and she couldn’t even scream. It was times like this when she wished she had a voice.

“Eleanor?” she heard Godric say. He leaned over her, blocking her view of the stars.

Godric himself was covered in blood. He reached for her hand and nearly doubled over at the pain coursing through his body. Godric checked her over and saw a large wound in her side.

“Eric!” Godric yelled.

She’d never heard so much fear in his voice. Was she going to die?

His progeny ran to his Maker’s aid.

“I need you to feed her your blood,” Godric told him. Godric could feel Elle’s apprehension. “It’s okay, my sweet. I trust Eric.”

Eric bit into his wrist and gently tipped Elle’s head back. She wrapped her lips around the wound.

“Slowly, Ellie, slowly,” Godric told her.

She stared up into Eric’s blue eyes as the gash in her side healed.

Eric pulled his wrist away and he wiped the corner of her lips with his black tank top.

“Sleep, Eleanor. You’re safe now,” Godric said.

Elle’s eyes fluttered closed and Eric picked her up.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Elle was pulled out of her sleep by kisses being placed on her neck and shoulder. She shuddered, but pretended to sleep.

A deep voice chuckled in her ear. “You’re awake. I can feel you remember?”

Elle rolled over and met the blue eyes of Eric.

“Good evening,” Eric said.

She placed a hand on his cheek, sending him love and affection.

Eric smiled and took her hand in his, placing a kiss on the back of it. Eric raised himself up on his forearms. “We should get ready for the evening, I’ve planned a surprise for you.”

Elle excitedly sat up and Eric laughed.

“You are so adorable.”

Elle blushed.

Eric’s eyes flickered down to her lips and he started to lean in…

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Elle shot up in bed. Where was she? The last thing she remembered was the bombing of the nest.

THE BOMB!

Where was Eric? Where was Godric?

Eric, who felt her panic from the other room, rushed to her side. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”

She looked Eric over.

He didn’t appear to be bleeding anywhere.

She threw her arms around his neck.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.”

She pulled away and bombarded Eric with questions.

“You’re in the Hotel Carmilla and Godric is in the other room.”

So the bombing was real? Her home was gone? It wasn’t some terrible dream.

Tears filled Elle’s eyes as everything crashed down on her.

“I’ll go get Godric.”

Elle shook her head and grabbed onto Eric’s wrist. She didn’t want to be alone right now, even for a second.

Eric sat on the bed with her and she crawled into his lap. Eric wrapped his arms around her and started humming a lullaby from his childhood.

Godric appeared in the doorway and looked at Elle and his progeny.

She was clinging to Eric and not himself. Had she outgrown him?

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

The Darkest Timeline, Part 8

"You did what??"

Alex wrenches Kara around and marches her to a secluded corner of the Tower. There, she proceeds to tear into Kara's bubble of happiness with a verbal machete.

"Are you insane?"

Whack.

"Two months ago you were at each other's throats."

Whack.

"You do remember that she's literally brain damaged, don't you?"

Whack.

Kara scowls, folding her arms over her chest. "Her brain is technically intact," she points out. "And I'm not forcing her--"

"You're not discouraging her, either!" Alex scrubs a hand against her forehead, exasperated. "Have you told her about the falling out you two had?"

Unable to hold her sister's gaze, Kara looks away. Her neck heats with an uncomfortable blush.

Alex rolls her eyes. "Of course you didn't. I should have known..."

"What was I supposed to do, Alex? She said-- she said her feelings for me didn't feel new--"

"The two of you have spent every waking moment together since she woke up from a getting a bullet in the head!! You've given her her life back! Of course she feels deeply towards you--"

"It was your idea for me to bring her home--"

"Yeah. Give her a place to stay that isn't a sterile medbay! Not sleep with her!" Alex huffs, propping her hands on her hips. "What happens when she finds out what happened between you? That you lied to her for four years and then broke her heart? What happens if she remembers what she did to you?"

Kara ducks her head, her eyes burning with tears. "I-- I don't know..."

Alex softens then, her face shifting to one of concern rather than indignation. She reaches for Kara, rubbing her shoulder comfortingly.

"I don't want you to get hurt again, Kara. I don't want Lena hurt either. I want what's best for you both."

"I love her, Alex. I think... I think I've loved her longer than I ever realized. I can't-- I can't hurt her again."

"Then you need to tell her the truth. The whole truth. Let her make a decision about her future once she has all the facts." Alex looks her in the eye. "You know it's the right thing to do."

Kara nods, even as her heart pounds painfully in her chest. "I'm scared, Alex. What if she hates me again?"

Her sister can only shrug. "Then we'll deal with it. It's all we can do."

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That night, Kara returns to her apartment with her heart in her throat. When she enters, Lena greets her with a wide smile from the kitchen, where she's wearing Kara's apron and stirring a pot filled with something that smells amazing.

"You're just in time," Lena informs her. "Dinner's almost ready."

Kara's stomach turns at the thought of eating. "Lena... can we talk about something?"

"Of course."

Lena turns the stove off and crosses towards her, wiping her hands on the front of the apron.   Hands now clean, she leans in to give Kara a kiss, her hands resting on the front of Kara's chest.

Kara flinches away from the kiss, grasping Lena's wrists in an effort to put some distance between them. Lena freezes.

"What's wrong?"

"Let's... sit, for a minute."

Lena moves with her towards the table easily enough, though her hands tremble as she sits. "Kara, you're scaring me. Is it Lex? Has he--?"

"No," Kara says quickly. "No, it's not Lex. It's-- me."

Wide eyes glance at her, nervous and uneasy. Kara clears her throat.

"I haven't been-- I need to tell you something. I should have told you a long time ago, but--"

"Something... I don't remember?"

Kara nods. Taking a deep breath, she steels herself for the words that come spilling out.

"I never told you that I was Supergirl."

Lena squints, head turning slightly. "Yes, you did. Weeks ago--"

"I mean, before. Before you forgot, before you were hurt, I-- I never got the chance to tell you myself. Lex got to it first. You shot him, and with his last breath he told you the truth about me. That I'd lied to you. For years."

Lena stares at her wordlessly.

"I broke your heart!" Kara gasps. Her tears come spilling out, hot and quick. "And you-- you hated me for it. And you had every right! You told me time and again how much you valued my honesty, and my trust, but I never truly gave you either. I told myself it was to protect you, but the truth is that I knew it would hurt you, and that you would leave... but it wasn't right. I knew it, I did, but I couldn't-- I couldn't!"

Lena watches her, her wide eyes filling with tears. Kara reaches for her, holding her hands as though it would prove that she was telling the truth.

"I'm sorry, Lena. I'm so sorry! Please--" Kara's voice cracks, giving out as her throat spasms with sobs. "Please forgive me."

For a long moment, Lena does nothing. Her eyes seem to search Kara's, and Kara lets her, unwilling to rush whatever thoughts were already racing through Lena's mind. Finally, Lena swallows thickly.

"I need a moment," she says hoarsely, extricating her hands from Kara's. "Excuse me."

She rises to her feet, moving to the bathroom and closing the door behind her, leaving Kara alone with self-condemnation. Her tears abate the longer Lena's gone, and she waits nervously as the minutes tick past.

When Lena finally re-emerges, her eyes are dry, but their redness stands in silent testimony of her tears. Kara nearly begins to cry again at the thought, but manages to maintain her composure as Lena wraps her arms around herself.

"Lena, please..."

"I'm going to go stay with Andrea."

Kara freezes, then starts to shake. "Lena, no, it's too dangerous--"

"It's too dangerous for my heart to stay here," Lena says simply.

"Lena..."

"You're asking me to forgive you for something you haven't forgiven yourself for. Something that broke my heart yet that I have no longer have any connection to. You let me kiss you-- let me love you-- knowing an emotional bomb was still ticking between us."

Kara swallows thickly. "You have every right to be angry--"

"That's just it, Kara-- I'm not." Lena's voice lifts as she shrugs, exhausted in her helplessness. "I don't have the benefit of knowing what happened between us. All I know is that it was awful enough for you to hide it, even as I was falling in love with you. And that's not okay."

Ducking her head, Kara stares at the ground with burning eyes. She nods, chin wobbling.

"I've already called Andrea," Lena continues. "I'm going to stay with her until I figure out what to do about Lex."

Kara takes a deep breath, finally lifting her chin to meet Lena's gaze once more. "You'll have my help. No matter what."

Lena eyes her for a moment, then nods. "I appreciate that."

At that moment, a honk sounds from outside. Lena quickly gathers her things, shoving her meager possessions into a plastic bag. "That's Andrea. I should go."

When Lena heads for the door, Kara turns to watch her go.

"I'm so sorry, Lena," she blurts. Fresh tears leak from between her lashes when she blinks. "I never wanted to hurt you."

Lena pauses with her hand on the doorknob. She glances over her shoulder, meeting Kara's eye.

"Goodbye, Kara."

[ihathbenobiwankenobied]

Hi everyone! Here is a little fic in Anakin’s POV I wrote for Codywan Week 2021! @codywanweek thank you so much for the prompts and facilitation of all of this! So excited to share it with everyone. This is for the Medbay alt. writing prompt. Will be posting to AO3 under the same username shortly. 

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All Disgustingly in Love

Anakin made it a point to visit Obi-Wan in the Medbay, even if it was only a way of annoying his former Master with endless teasing. The elder man had never been particularly fond of presenting his weaknesses. Yet, every time a mission went wrong, Anakin was always the one to see him at his weakest moment.

This time it was an explosion; a large violent explosion of a hidden Separatist lair that had found itself in the sandy dunes of Anakin’s home planet. When it had been discovered by some locals, they had been contacted promptly. Anakin, vengeance on his mind, was first to volunteer to blow it to pieces. Yoda would only allow it if Obi-Wan came along for “damage-control” purposes which only drove Anakin to desire the most brutal of destruction he could achieve. Naturally, this led to Anakin’s implantation of a bomb in the underground cavern. Without an extra instant to warn Obi-Wan of his devious plan, the explosion took the Jedi Master by surprise. Let’s just say that Obi-Wan was definitely not impressed judging by the sand-burns on the exposed skin of his wrists and face and his obviously broken arm.

So Anakin was on his way to visit his Master in the Medbay not just to make fun of him, but probably to eventually apologize for an unfortunate explosion that somehow turned into a surprise medical-evac.

As soon as Obi-Wan had lifted his arm up from the hot sand with a piercing cry that made Anakin cringe outwardly, he was already comming Cody with an order to please for the love of the Force come here and get your boyfriend. Oh, because Cody was a thing with Obi-Wan now apparently and he was supposedly the only person who could effectively provide any sort of comfort to the untouchable High General Obi-Wan Kenobi. Obi-Wan wanted nothing to do with Anakin’s half-hearted attempts to lighten the mood. Instead, he would rather lean into the embrace of his Commander. Ahsoka would giggle at Anakin’s gagging motions he made as Obi-Wan curled into Cody’s chest or grasped his hand like it was his one remaining life-line.

Anakin didn’t understand it, nor did he try. He supposed he would have to resign himself to the woeful position of second-best.

Anakin contemplated stopping by the training room on the way to the Medbay. He hated to admit it, but he was stalling. There was nothing worse than the disappointed tuts that Obi-Wan would toss his way once he entered the room. While the doors to the training room tempted him, Anakin set his sights on the Medbay with pure ambition to make his apology meaningful.

As he entered the red doors marking the entrance of the Medbay he was met with the smiling face of Kix who seemed to be scouring the medical supply closet for some extra field supplies. “Ah, here for Obi-Wan?” he said with a suspicious smirk. “He’ll be expecting your apology.”

Anakin tried his best to not roll his eyes. Great. “I was already planning on doing so. Tell him I don't need a hint next time.” Kix laughed under his breath and stuffed a few containers in his bag.

“He’s down the hall on the right. Be nice.” Anakin walked silently down the hallway and hoped with all of his being he would not be met with a smugly smiling Obi-Wan. He paused in front of the door where Obi-Wan’s robes sat folded neatly in a box by the door. Here we go. Anakin breathed out a deep sigh and pushed the door open with words already forming on his tongue.

“Obi-Wan I am just-” He flung the door open and his wide eyes were immediately fixated on the sight before him. Obi-Wan laid in the bed on his side, broken arm slung carefully in front of him. His cheeks were a rosy pink and Anakin could see that a bacta patch was covering the scrapes that lined his cheek and jawline. Behind him, Cody was curled around his back, legs intertwined with Obi-Wan’s atop of the sheets. The man was dressed in only his blacks while Obi-Wan wore clean white pants and no shirt at all. It was an unexpected sight that made Anakin’s eyes grow wide. Most alarmingly, however, was the way that Cody’s lips were suctioned to the skin of Obi-Wan’s neck. Cody nibbled at his skin and ran his tongue over the shell of Obi-Wan’s ear. The ginger shivered and a gentle moan escaped from his lips before the pair realized their unwanted visitor. “Kriff-”

“Anakin!” Obi-Wan’s cheeks burned an even brighter shade of red than before as he tried to sit up straight. Unfortunately, it resulted in him using his bad arm to push himself upward. A sudden shrill wail left Obi-Wan’s mouth as he collapsed down onto the bed.

“Shit!” Cody grunted as he sprung from the bed and pulled Obi-Wan off of his bad arm and onto his back. Anakin rushed to his other side and placed a reassuring hand onto his bicep, eyes tracing over Obi-Wan’s form for damage.

Obi-Wan let out a few deep breaths before looking up at Anakin with a whispered, “I’m fine, it’s okay.” Maybe Obi-Wan was okay but Anakin certainly was not.

“I cannot believe I just saw that.” Anakin sputtered and stared at the flustered Commander who stood with a hand resting on Obi-Wan’s shoulder, “I forbid Cody from ever coming near you again. Ever.” At least in my presence. Anakin eyed the purpling mark forming on Obi-Wan’s neck just below his ear. Teenagers; they were acting just like teenagers.

“I can do what I want with my own neck, Anakin.” Obi-Wan deadpanned, no evidence of a teasing smirk, just blanked seriousness spread across his blue eyes. Cody blushed furiously and buried his shaking head in his hands.

“And so can Cody, apparently.” Anakin narrowed his eyes. “This is the Medbay, Obi-Wan. For Force-sake please don’t ever subject me to that again.”

“We will settle on this as payback, yeah?”

“Fine. I am not apologizing for the explosion after that.” Anakin turned on his heel and stomped towards the door. “Cody, keep your hands off of him.”

“Yes sir.” Cody murmured as if Anakin was actually ordering him around. His cheeks were still burning with the remnants of embarrassment. With that, Anakin shut the door a little too loudly behind himself and leaned his head against the cool metal of the door. Through the thin door he heard Obi-Wan’s voice.

“Cody, dear, he’ll get over it. He’s resilient. Come back here, I wasn’t finished with you.”

Karking traitors all disgustingly in love.

[writingsbychlo]

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Hi congrats on 9k! Can you please do HC of cuddling Thomas in the scorch trials?

no more requests, the sleepover is over, I'm just finishing up what's in my inbox!

it would start pretty lightweight

but get heavy real quick

it starts with newt befriending the girl from the table across from him

they've never met before but something feels familiar and both of them are suspicious

so her and newt pretty quickly decide they were probably friends once and decide to be friends again

it all feels so comfortable

and thomas can't deny that he feels pretty at ease around her too

so when they escape, and they find her getting some medical check ups, thomas and newt are both pretty insistent about bringing her along too

skip to the first time they cuddle

everyone else is asleep, and thomas is staring at the fire and contemplating way too much

and she puts a blanket over his shoulders and sits beside him

he's pretty grateful for that

she asks if he wants to talk about it, it might help, just to get things off of his mind

and he does

it helps so much, it makes him feel so much better

somewhere in those few hours, you started playing with his hair to soothe him

he's not sure why he lets you and you're not sure how you knew it would help

but it does, and he ends up with his head on your shoulder

he falls asleep there, just like that

when he wakes up, he's laying down with the blanket and his bag as a pillow, and thomas hasn't slept that well in a while

not to mention, how much simpler everything feels, even just for a little while

after that, it's harder to sleep on his own

literally the following night already gets harder

so, the night after that, he finds you again

you're all curled up with your own blanket, staring up at the stars

he's nervous, because now that he thinks about it, it's kinda odd

but he offers his own blanket as a pillow if he can share yours as a cover, and you accept

"you sure it's okay?"

"it's cold out here, and you're pretty hot. i mean, like, well not that you're not hot, like cute hot, but i meant- i can feel you trying not to laugh, stop it."

"s'okay. it is cold out here. and you're pretty cute hot too, i guess."

rolling over to face him, and he's still trying not to laugh, but you can barely see him, despite his face only being a few inches away

"are you okay, thomas?"

"yeah. i don't know. i'm stressed. but, like, when I'm with you, my head is a little emptier. you make it easier to sleep."

and you play with his hair again and he falls asleep real quick again

the next night, you find him and he gets this blush on his face in the firelight

laying out his blanket on the floor, and letting you both get comfortable under his blanket

and he's quiet today

you watched him say goodbye to his friend

the whole camp has been quiet

you and the kid called aris were the only ones who didn't feel the same pain

but it didn't mean you couldn't understand it, and empathise

and so when he shakes a little, and tucks his face a little more into your neck, you hold him tighter than you have before

he pretty much wraps himself around you, because he need the comfort

in fact, that morning, he's still there, he didn't let go all night

when you wake up, he's already up, but he's still there, nose brushing under your jaw as his hand draws patterns on your hip

"sorry, i just didn't feel like getting up yet. i'm just.. happier, right now."

"s'okay, there's no rush. you don't have to go anywhere until you're ready."

newt coming over to tell you both to get a shuffle on

and getting a look on his face when he does and sees you both

and the whole day is spent walking

thomas making sure you have enough water, and offering to share his

not to mention, when he packed up your bags, he folded your blankets together and put them both in his bag

he didn't say anything, but he had a soft look on his face

when you fall asleep on the ground again the following night, there's not even a conversation about it this time

thomas finds you after doing a final check of everything

he just gets under the blanket and presses himself up behind you

an arm over your waist, and his brushes his nose against the back of your head

"g'night, sweetheart."

g'night tommy."

waking thomas up when you see the lights

because you couldn't sleep

despite making everything easier for thomas, you were confused

because you had dreams about him when he lay with you, and they weren't of anything you had ever experienced

they were more like memories than dreams

smiles you'd never seen him make yet, and whispers you'd never heard from him in tones of his voice you'd yet to get

and there's a storm rolling in, with thunder that makes you nervous

but then you see the lights

rolling over to face him

being momentarily distracted by the fact that he actually looks at peace right now

"thomas! tommy! wake up!"

he squeezes his arm a little tighter and pulls you closer to him

his nose bumping against your forehead as he groans a little at being woken up

and you hate that your whole body flushes at it all

"y'okay? what's wrong?"

that same hand from your waist coming up to brush across the back of your head soothingly

"there's lights. i think we found it!"

and then there's thunder

and a lot of running

and thomas' hand slipping into your own at some point

squeezing tightly when you're in the dark

everything being a bit of a blur

going right from meeting brenda, to panicking when thomas is put on his knees, and passing out when you're hung upside down

waking up with a jump right as they come up with the plan

thomas' hands on your face as you both swing slightly, thumbs smoothing over your face at an odd angle

"you okay, sweetheart?"

"you're cute even when you're upside down, that's so not fair."

and he rolls his eyes with a stupid little grin

his hand in yours again as you're running

getting separated when he chases brenda

but leaving your head fucking spinning when he cups your face and kisses your cheek and tells you "see you real soon, sweetheart. won't sleep 'til I'm back with you, 'kay?"

and not even giving you a chance to reply before he's gone

fucking panicking

and newt being the best comfort he can

when he wakes up after the club incident, it's with his head in your lap

and he's staring at you for a second

you let out this soft little relieved laugh for him

"you're cute even when upside down, that's so not fair."

"shut up, you dork."

when he sits up, it's just to tremble and still be a little weak, but he leans in and pressing his forehead against yours again

when you get in the car, he takes another nap

falling asleep on your shoulder, somewhat curled into you

and giving exactly zero fucks about all the teasing he gets from minho and newt while getting himself comfortable

holding your hand again when you're moving through the broken down cars

searching for you as soon as aris has calmed the situation, just to check you're okay

"you're good, right? you didn't get shot, or anything, like, you're okay? you're good?"

speaking very fast, and running his hands down from your shoulders to your hands, one hand linking with yours as the other sits on your waist

rendering you speechless for a moment

"you're the fool who was holding a bomb."

"it didn't go off."

"dumbass."

shaking his head but leaning in enough to rest his forehead on your shoulder, going a little weak

just letting himself be held for a couple of seconds

and then everything goes to hell

it's good, he gets checked out by mary and finds out a lot

and then he finds you sitting on top of the cliffs with newt and minho and fry

and he gets to sit with you tucked under his arm for a little while

but then he checks on teresa

and everything gets bombed

and it's all gone to hell

because right as he sends you away with brenda, he holds your face and kisses you and tells you that he promises "I'll come find you, when it's safe."

but you come back

and you save his damn life

and when you're yelling at him you give in and kiss him and tell him to "stop being such a dumbass!"

he thinks it's all okay

until you're being dragged away with minho

and his throat is raw from screaming and crying because two of the most important people in his life just got taken

and he knows he won't sleep right 'til he finds you again