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amor-immortalem · 1 year ago

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Too Good to be true ch.4

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A/N: I’m making this the final part even if it kills me.

・・・〆・・・

“Aurelius? I thought you and Cyrus were going to visit your sister this afternoon. Did something come up?” Arella’s surprised to see her middle child when he pops into the kitchen to make himself a sandwich.

“No. Dad asked me not to go.” The half-demon answers back, “Said he was gonna go see her by himself. He was going to tell her what’s been going on. I’m assuming he means about the two of you but I don’t know- he kind of left that last part open to interpretation.”

“He… did?” She shifts nervously. “I didn’t know that.”

“I figured,” is all Aurelius replies as he grabs the lunch meat out. “What is going on with you two? You and Dad are on the cusp of a separation and neither of you will tell us anything about what happened to cause it. We’re scared- I’m scared. I just want my family back to how it was before…” he makes a general gesture to everything around him “all of this.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart. I know this is hard- I know it’s scary.” She wishes she could make it better so badly. “I’ll find a way to work this out, okay?”

“It seems like he’s ready to give up though,” the teen mumbles sadly as he finally finishes making his sandwich.

Arella only frowns as she watches him take it back to his room.

・・・〆・・・

The rest of the visitation carries on like it usually does. It isn’t until the last five minutes, that Azalea’s chooses to confront the topic of her father’s missing wedding ring.

“I know I said something before and ya ignored it but where’s your wedding ring?” Maybe this time he’ll answer her.

“I gave it back to your mother.” Is all Mammon gives in response.

“What, did it get damaged or somethin’?”

“No…” now he wonders if he should tell her or not- whether the news might impact Azalea’s treatment process or not. “I gave it back to ‘er as in I was thinking about separatin’. That night we sent you here was the night I found out about your candle being tampered with- we got into a huge fight. Well, actually it was more so just me yelling at her… anyway, I gave her the ring back and said that I was done.”

“Is that when ya put your hand through the wall?” Azalea asks.

“Yeah- surprised both her and myself- but anyway I ended up leavin’ and I haven’t been back since. How did you even find out about me puttin’ my hand through the wall in the first place?”

“Cyrus,” the half-demon answers. “You know he always tells me everything eventually. He can’t hide anything from his favorite sibling”

“Yeah… well anyway, it’s time for me to get goin’. With any luck, you’ll be out of here soon once they find the right medication for you. Be good and stay out of trouble, Kiddo.”

“I will, thanks, Dad.”

The demon takes his leave while Azalea is wanded down by unit staff to make sure she didn’t have any contraband items on her person before being led back onto her unit.

As Mammon steps out onto the busy sidewalk, he fishes his phone out from his pocket. There were 7 missed calls from Arella and a few texts from Thirteen.

“Might as well see what Arella wants…” he presses call and waits for her answer.

・・・〆・・・

“And now we’ve got a whole new problem.” Arella frowns into her cup of tea as she and Thirteen sit at the kitchen table.

“What kind of problem, Hon? If it’s about the secret, I don’t think Mammon would go about telling others.”

“Azalea. According to what Aurelius told me earlier, Mammon was planning to tell her about something at visitation- the whole situation with her candle I’m assuming. He even went without me knowing so I couldn’t order him to keep quiet about it.”

“I’m sorry, Arella,” the reaper sighs, “But I fail to see how that’s a problem. Actually I think having her know would be more beneficial to pulling this off until we find a proper solution.”

“How so?” The human asks, confused, “Knowing Azalea, she’d take full advantage of the fact that she can’t die and pull the most risky stunts imaginable.”

“How much do the kids know about Lilith and the war?”

“Not very much. Only that she fell in love with a human and broke a law in the Celestial Realm which then resulted in the war and the brothers falling from grace,” Arella admits, brushing some hair back behind her ear. “The brothers don’t really talk about Lilith much anymore. They had their closure so I suppose that’s just their way of moving on and not trying to open up old wounds. As far as the war goes… well, you could imagine they don’t want to talk much about what was undoubtedly one of the worst experiences they’ve ever been through. What are you getting at?”

“I’m not really trying to get at anything. But at least Azalea knows what happens to individuals that tamper with life spans so she won’t say anything and may even be more cautious about how she lives her life now.”

“Hmm, you have a point, I’ll give you that.” The human admits as she takes a long, appreciative sip of her tea.

That’s when Arella’s phone rings. The human is quick to snatch it up and step out into the hall.

“Hello?” She tries to sound composed, like she hasn’t been just waiting around for her husband to call her back so they could sort this whole mess out- or at least try to.

“Yo… what’d ya call for?” Mammon asks as he leans against the wall of Café Lament.

“Oh, right that- I had wanted to ask you if you’d like to meet up anywhere so we could talk. I know you went to go see our daughter without me as well…”

“Yeah… I told her about everything with the candle. Figured she had the right to know ‘n all seeing as how if this blows up in your face, she’s the one who has to pay the ultimate price.”

“And how’d she take it?”

“About as well as you can for finding out somethin’ like that. Anyway, yeah we can meet up. I’m right outside Café Lament right now so hurry up. I’m a busy demon these days.”

“Alright, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Just wait for me.” Arella bites back the urge for a snippy comeback about him being busy as she hangs up. She’s getting what she wants, after all. Why ruin it?

“Thirteen can you keep an eye on Mahlon for me? I’m running out to Café Lament to see Mammon. I’ll bring you back a sweet on my way home..”

“That’s fine.” The pink-and-blue-haired woman calls, “Call me if you need anything.”

And with that, Arella teleports herself away.

・・・〆・・・

Mammon didn’t really expect his wife to appear in front of him mere seconds after he’d hung up with her. One second his head was buried in his phone, the next he’s face to face with the tiny human.

“When I said ‘hurry up,’ I didn’t mean actually teleport.” The demon tries putting up this façade of annoyance.

“Sorry, I just- let’s just go in,” she suggests, already heading to the door. “Since you’re so busy, I figured you’d appreciate the promptness and getting straight to the point.”

“So, you wanted to talk?” Mammon slides into a booth nestled into the café’s back corner as Arella takes a seat opposite of him.

“Yes. Look, I’m sorry that everything unfolded the way it did. I’m sorry I never told you and I’m sorry that you felt hurt and betrayed when you found out but I had my reason for doing so.”

“Such as?” He doesn’t look impressed with her words. “It better be a damn good one.”

“You. I was worried about the impact that knowing would have on you. You worry so much not just about Azalea but all of our children. Just the thought of any of them getting hurt stresses you out beyond belief so imagine what would happen if you knew our daughter could die at a moment’s notice if the secret about her candle was found out. You would be constantly on guard, constantly looking over your shoulder to make sure no one was coming for her life.”

She places her hands over his.

“It was always my plan to tell you eventually, Love. I just could never find the right time and at some point, I began to think that maybe it would be better to not say anything at all and just take the secret to my grave- thought that I was protecting you by not telling you.”

“But yet you could tell, Asmo? You trusted him with this more than me.” Mammon wants to pull his hand away but he can’t seem to.

“I only ended up telling Asmo because he thought I was still delirious from the fever I’d had at the time- in a way I suppose he was right. That was right after Azalea had been brought into hospital for her injuries from the abduction incident. Like I said, before that, I had no intentions of letting the secret outside of Thirteen and myself.”

“Well, it’s out to me… so what do we do now? About our fight? I’m not sure how I still feel about what you did.”

“Just come home, please.” Her grip on the demon’s hand tightens slightly. “Even if its only for the kids. They miss you.”

And he considers it for a few moments. The three oldest are grown. They’d understand as long as a proper explanation was given. The only one that might suffer would be the youngest. Even if he and Arella explained as simply as they could why Daddy won’t be coming home every night, Mahlon still might not fully understand the situation.

Mammon lets out a sigh through his nose. He needs more space- more time to figure his feelings out.

“I gotta lot of work to get through back in Hell. I can’t give you my answer right now but I’ll think about it while I’m working…”

Arella feels a little relieved. It wasn’t an outright rejection at least.

“Okay.” She nods as the demon stands and his hand finally slips out of her grasp. The human is left sitting alone in the booth.

・・・〆・・・

Aurelius is just lying in bed attempting to get a quick nap in after the late night he’d had staying up worrying about the wreck his family had devolved into when his phone rang.

Blindly, he reaches for the device and doesn’t bother to look at the caller id before answering.

“Yeah?” His voice croaks as he rolls onto his back.

“Dude, you ain’t never gonna believe what I just heard from Dad.” Azalea’s voice is quiet, like she’s about to give him top secret information that neither of them should have.

It piques Aurelius’ attention.

“What’d he tell you? Something good?”

“You remember that story Thirteen told us all those years ago- about the family she helped out by tampering with one of their kids’ life candles? The one who had lost a kid previously and she knew losing another would break the parents?”

“Yeah… but only vaguely.” the 18-year-old doesn’t like where this is going.

“It was about our family. My candle flame is frozen.”

“You’re lying.” The half-demon lurches forward, sitting up in his bed. “Say sike, right now.”

“Wish I was… Mum knew this whole time but Dad didn’t- that’s what caused the fight…” there’s some shuffling around on Azalea’s end of the line and a muffled voice talking to Azalea.

“Damn… wait, how did you find out? And why hasn’t Mum said anything sooner?”

“You know how sensitive things like this are. She probably figured she was protecting you guys from any of the ramifications that would come if my situation got found out by another reaper…”

“Makes sense, if you’re going down anyway best not to take as many people as possible with you… and that kind of logic really tracks for our mother…” he lets himself fall back down onto his bed. “So, like, you never actually had a chance of dying all along?”

“Exactly. Anyway, that’s all I wanted to share with ya. My doctor’s here to see me about my medication so I gotta go.”

“Aight, I’ll talk to you later then. Keep me posted when you get an outdate. Zulima and I will come get you and we’ll all do something fun together- maybe hit up the movies or go out to eat or something.”

“Yeah… will do. Love ya.”

“Love you too.”

The pair of half-demons hang up and Aurelius is calling his cousin in all of two seconds.

“Zul, you won’t believe what ‘Zay just told me.”

・・・〆・・・

“So I see you’re still reporting that sensation of- if I’m using your own words- feeling like a zombie- is that correct, Miss Morningstar?” The doctor’s office feels cold and stuffy as Azalea tries to get comfortable in the hard plastic chair.

“Yeah. I already told ya I wanna go back to what I was takin’ on the outside. It worked fine enough- kept me pretty even-keel…”

“I’ve already told you we’re not going that route. You wouldn’t be here if your previous medicine was working as intended. I’m putting in an order for you to switch over to Tegretol for the mood swings and Citalopram for the depression. We’ll monitor your reaction to the medication for three more days and then perhaps we’ll talk about your discharge. As it stands, I’m thinking perhaps Friday. Anything else, you’d like to bring up?”

Azalea only shakes her head.

“Then you’re free to go. Enjoy the rest of your afternoon.”

“Thanks, doc,” is all the 18-year-old can say as she takes her leave.

・・・〆・・・

The next three days pass by really quick for Azalea. These new meds made her feel exhausted, dizzy, and nauseous for the first couple hours after taking them even with meals but at least it was a step up from feeling like she was a member of the walking dead. These were side effects she could handle.

As Friday approached, the teen finds herself unable to sleep during that last night, her mind far to preoccupied with the things she would do once she had her freedom back.

Once the Devildom’s equivalent of daylight breaks, the half-demon is stripping off her bed sheets and taking them to the unit’s laundry room. She grabs some towels from the nurses station for a quick shower.

Her discharge was an early one set for 7:45 am and by the time she’s ready to go, her co-patients are starting to huddle around the unit’s exit door.

“Here are your meds,” one of the dayshift nurses says as he hands them over to her from her chart. “Your script is also in there as well. Be sure to keep up with them.”

“Right, right,” her tone is sarcastic, “I get it. S’long as I’m compliant with ‘em I won’t have another episode…”

“You also have an outpatient session scheduled with your therapist, so make sure you actually go to it.”

“What makes ya think I won’t?”

The male demon shoots her a meaningful look, “I know your type: prideful as the day is long. Most demons with your personality type don’t stick with treatment and I see them right back here in a matter weeks.”

“Yeah, well, it ain’t me so…” Azalea takes a look the clock behind the nurse. “It’s time. Can I just get my stuff so I can get the hell outta dodge?”

“Very well,” the nurse hands over the brown paper bag that was filled with various disallowed items her parents had mistakenly sent with the rest of her clothes over the course of her stay here. “Now if you’ll follow me, I’m sure your parents are outside waiting.”

“Right!”

As the pair walk out and on to the awaiting elevator, a round of applause breaks out from the other patients on the unit. Once she’s on the ground floor and the nurse swipes his badge to let her out, she smiles seeing her parents waiting there for her to take her home.

Arella opens her arms for her daughter and the teen nearly topples her mother over as she wraps the human up in the tightest bear hug imaginable without breaking any of the human’s bones.

“How’re you feeling? Better?” She asks as she pulls back to inspect her daughter’s face. “You look like you’re feeling better.”

“Mhm- I didn’t sleep very well last night though so I’m a lil’ tired…”

“Well, good thing ya got all day to sleep. Those beds ain’t very comfortable anyhow.” Mammon says, almost as if he’s speaking from experience.

“Right,” and with that the three of them are climbing in the car and heading home.

・・・〆・・・

It’s been a few weeks since Azalea was discharged from the hospital. She’d like to say everything had changed completely for the better but that’s not quite the case. There’s a tension that hangs in the air at home- divides between her parents and divides between two of her brothers. Hell, her parents aren’t even sleeping in the same room anymore! And Azalea feels like she’s stuck in the middle of all this, like she’s to blame- she was the catalyst for this after all.

The only two who feel like they haven’t changed are Thirteen and Mahlon. The reaper is as busy as she’s always been, dropping by every couple of days like normal and Mahlon never stops pestering Azalea, despite their parents’ best attempts to redirect the child.

The stress of it all, that feeling of guilt that hangs over her is heavy- makes her want to start cutting again. Azalea doesn’t want to go back to the hospital again either so she takes to wearing a rubber band around her wrist as part of a grounding strategy.

Azalea also takes to being out of the house as much as she can. She takes runs through the city or just drops in on one of her uncles and cousins just to feel some semblance of peace and a somewhat functional family.

Today, it was Levi, Henry, and Isabella that she’d gone to see. While the little family of Otaku could be a bit much at times, as long as she wasn’t stuck under all that tension at home Azalea could put up with it.

“Did you ever get around to seeing that Harrison Porter movie after you got paroled?” Henry asked as he swivels around in his desk chair. The game he was coding right now just not going as planned. It’s just the two of them right now.

“Paroled?” Azalea looked up from her phone, confused. “Henry, where the hell do you think I was? Jail?”

“Yeah? Where else would you have been? It’s kinda cool- I got a convict for a cousin…”

“No!” she squawks indignantly, “One, that’s not at all cool, two, I ain’t a convict- both my parents and Uncle Lucifer would have my head if I ever got in that much trouble- ‘n three, I was in a nuthouse. I tried to off myself.”

“Oooohhh… that makes more sense…” the thirteen-year-old replies, “Well, same difference…”

“It’s… it’s really not but okay…” she goes back to her phone, “but to answer your question, no… the whole franchise is kinda ruined for me at this point…”

“Then you’ve gotta give TSL a try!” The purple-haired boy nearly falls out of his chair in his excitement to show his cousin the one fandom that’s been close to his heart ever since he was born. “It’s got just about everything Harrison Porter does but better! And it’s written by someone we know- how cool is that!? C’mon, we’ll go raid my dad’s collection right now.”

“No, no, no, that’s quite alright, Henry.” The 18-year-old has to stop him before he starts off into one of his long-winded rants about the material and all of his theories on it that have yet to be confirmed. “The Lords all remind me a little too much of our family- like so much so that it feels like Simeon used them as the basis for the characters…”

“Yeah… but that’s what makes it so memorable to me… the lord of shadows is just plain awesome!”

“Wow, biased much?” The older half-demon chuckles,

“Yeah- and what of it?” Henry shoots back, a smile on his face, “I still think Henry should have ended up with the Lord of Shadows over the Lord of Fools but I get it, those two characters are an analog for your parents and everybody in our little circle knows it so they had to end up together or things would be weird- anyway, did you know once the final volume gets published, Simeon and Meli are going to start working together on a sequel series based on the Lords’ kids?”

“No… again, I’ve been in the hospital. But good for Meli, I guess… Did Simeon really like her fanfictions all that much that he’d want to make it all canon?”

“I guess…” Henry rights himself in his chair. “It’s all Uncle Satan could talk about when he was over the other day. He’s really proud of her.”

“You know those kids are based on us, right? Are you really okay with possibly having our family’s dirty laundry aired out like that?”

“Your family’s the only one that’s dysfunctional, ‘Zay.” He teases, “The rest of us have normal families aside from Meli -besides, you really think she’d do that to us?”

“I think if it creates an interesting enough plot, she’d put anything in there. Anyway, I’m happy she’s getting to have her dream come true with that project. Moving on… hurry up and finish your coding. I’m still waiting to test the beta for ya.”

Silence grows between the two as Henry goes back to his coding and Azalea keeps her head buried in her phone.

・・・〆・・・

“Mijo, put your game away and come help me with the groceries. Ándale.”

The pair of half-demons perk up at the sound of Isabella’s voice as she enters through the front door and Herny is downstairs in point two seconds to do what his mother is asking. Azalea doesn’t understand what the rush is but follows along all the same and helps get the groceries in.

“Dude, what’s the rush for?” She asks as she grabs a couple bags.

“When Mamá tells me to do something and it includes spanish phrases, it’s a pretty good indicator of her patience and if I don’t get off my ass and do it quickly, I’ll get la chancla straight to the head.” The teen pales at the thought of the last time he had that damn flip flop thrown at him.

“Okay?” Azalea chuckles softly, “it’s a flip flop how bad can it hurt for you to get hit by?”

“You laugh now, but that’s only because you’ve never experienced getting hit by la chancla for yourself. When she yeets that thing, it’s always a head shot. I don’t know how she has such perfect aim without magic...”

“It’s because I’ve mastered the secret art of chancla throwing passed down to me from your abuelita, my dear. Pero anyway, it’s nice for you to stop by Azalea. How’ve you been?”

“Just… y’know, livin’ the dream.” She sets the bags on the kitchen island. “Speaking of, I should probably get goin’. Solaris asked me to stop by the dorm when I got a chance next so that’s where I’m headed.”

“Oh… that’s a shame, I was hoping you’d stay for dinner. Oh well, maybe next time, yes?”

“Yeah, thanks, Tía.” And before anything else can be said, Azalea is out the door.

・・・〆・・・

Dad

Hey you’ve been out runnin’ around all day. Come home soon, would ya?

That’s the fifth missed text. Azalea doesn’t know if she’s exactly ready to head back home just quite yet. She doesn’t want to head back into the mess that her family’s turned into. Another text appears on her screen.

Mum

Dinner is almost done, Dear. I’ll save you some in the oven if you’re going to run late. Also, since your not answering him, your father asked me to tell you he wants to speak with you when you get home.

Had it really gotten to be that late? The half-demon wonders to herself as she changes routes. Solaris would have to wait.

Secretly, Azalea wonders if what Mammon wants to talk to her about has anything to do with that question he sprang on her while they were in the emergency room.

She still doesn’t know how to answer that question despite having thought long and hard about it. She doesn’t want to throw away all the good times they had when she was little but he was right in saying that she deserved better.

She runs her hands through her white-and-black hair as a frustrated groan emanates from her throat.

“Damn him, why’d he have to go and say all that anyway? Why couldn’t this just be like all the rest of the times he screwed up? How can ya even put a decision like that on your own kid?”

Because Azalea knows that ultimately the decision is hers and hers alone to make.

“Fuck, why can’t this be easy?”

And when Azalea finally does make it home an hour later, she finds things seem to be a little less tense as she can hear her parents both in the kitchen chatting casually as they wash and put away the dishes from dinner.

The first to notice her is Mammon who greets her with a smile.

“Hey, kid, felt like you were never gonna make it back here.”

“Yeah…” she doesn’t exactly know what to say. After feeling like an afterthought for so long, it feels weird having her father’s undivided attention. “You guys seem like you’re back to normal…”

“Here, sit down at the table,” Arella says as she pulls out the leftovers from the oven choosing to gloss over her daughter’s statement.

“Three plates?” The teen looks surprised, “Did y’all wait for me?”

“Yeah,” the demon shrugs, “we made dinner a bit earlier than normal because Cyrus had to work tonight and Aurelius didn’t want any since his girlfriend’s back in town from whatever travel she was doin’ and they were goin’ on a dinner date so we figured we’d just wait on you so ya didn’t have to eat alone.”

“Thanks,” now Azalea really doesn’t know what to say as they all take a seat. She doesn’t know why but this feels… nice? Is that really the right term?

“So, how was your day?” Arella asks as she looks up from her plate.

“I mean it was okay… I spent a large portion of it with Henry…” the half-demon answers as she pushes her food around her plate. “What about your guys’?”

“It actually wasn’t that bad.” Mammon comments, “For once, your little brother wasn’t a menace at the shops when we went out on our errands so that was a plus.”

“Hmm, maybe you’ll finally be able to take him places now.” Is all Azalea comments as she shoves a forkful of food in her mouth.

Both of her parents hum in agreement and they all fall into a comfortable silence.

As dinner comes to an end, Azalea helps her parents finish up the dishes.

“Mama…” a very pitiful cry from Mahlon sounds as the boy walks into the kitchen, the front of his pajama shirt stained a bright orange. “I threw up in my room.”

“Okay, I’ll clean it up.” The human says softly as she grabs some cleaning supplies from under the sink. “Let’s get you changed out of your dirty pjs first.” She takes the black-haired boy’s hand and leads him back upstairs, leaving Mammon and Azalea alone.

“You guys don’t seem too worried about whatever that was…” she says as she watches her mother and brother disappear around the corner. “What if it’s serious?”

“Ehh, kids throw up all the time for no major reason.” The demon hums, “Dinner just probably didn’t agree with his stomach- this was the first time we’ve ever made anything that didn’t include ingredients from the human world. You older three are more acclimated to and can tolerate Devildom food but Mahlon’s special. He takes more after your mother’s side.”

“And?” She quirks a brow curiously, “So does Aurelius and he can eat the food here just fine.”

“True but if ya really look at it, Aurelius is more a proper blend between demon and human while Mahlon has very little demonic influence. He’s more or less just a regular human kid with enhanced strength and speed and some odd birthmarks.”

“So he’ll never have any magic or demonic powers?”

“No.” Mammon admits, “but he’ll be fine. Ya don’t hafta have fancy demonic powers or magic to have a fulfilling life down here and it’s rare but if ya know where to look you’ll find a lot of demons who were born without either as well. They just gotta work a little harder in life is all.”

“Damn,” the half-demon says as she puts the last plate up. “And I thought my life sucked- I can’t imagine what he’s gonna go through… anyway Mum said you had wanted to talk to me about somethin’ earlier while I was out…?”

“Yeah, I did. Did ya ever think more about what I asked you in the emergency room?”

“Mhm…” Azalea leans against the counter, eyes trained at the floor. “And I couldn’t really decide one way or the other, y’know? That’s too much of a decision for me to make- not with how long our lives are. And to say that you’ll never be able to change in all of that time is a bit outlandish…”

“Alright then…” Mammon steps away from the counter. “It’s been a long day for me so I’m gonna head to bed. Are you gonna be up longer or are you goin’ too?”

“I’ll wait up for Aurelius and Cyrus so they don’t gotta come into a dark house. See ya in the mornin’.”

She watches as her father disappears from the kitchen before grabbing a drink from the fridge and settling down on the couch to wait for her brothers.

As the peaceful silence of the house consumes the freckled girl, she thinks about her situation and how one day she’ll be the one to outlive the rest of her family.

“Yeah… best to keep them all close for the time I can.”

・・・〆・・・

End

A/N: this was an exhausting mini fic to write which is why it ended up taking so long to wrap up but it’s finally over. I need to work on something fluffier now.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me swd #obey me! shall we date?#obey me mammon #om! mammon #obey me oc #arella #obey me next gen #obey me thirteen #om! thirteen #aurelius #azalea

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forrests-waterfall · 4 years ago

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Little!Tommy and CG!SBI // RPF

A/N : Okay so I apologize if this writing is just everywhere. I just really wanted to get this done because it was a self comfort fic aa. I’m hoping that if I do enough small writings, it’ll help me improve! (Because I took a long long break from writing before this blog pff) Hope you enjoy none the less. (Is that how you use that sentence? I dunno). Also the place I talk about Tommy wanting to see is not an actual build on the Origins SMP.

Also, not edited!! There may be misspells!! And this does not represent the entire “Tubbo replaced Tommy with Ranboo” thing at all. I don’t like those kinds of things, so please don’t relate it to that. And this is based off their Internet personalities if that makes sense??

TW/CW : Cursing, the nicknames kiddo and bubs

It was a good stream with the bench trio so far, the three of them just hanging out and poking fun at one another from time to time. Basically just the normal for the three.

It had been just them talking for about an hour or so, but they ended up deciding they were going to hop on the Origins SMP. Tubbo and Ranboo needed to fix stuff around the server and Tommy would follow them around, probably making fun of little stuff that didn’t make sense.

It was fun for all of them, especially Tommy since he hadn’t been on the Origins SMP much. It was cool to see all the stuff everyone built.

“Burn bitch!” Tommy’s avatar hit Tubbo’s with a diamond sword, making the other’s health go down. “I didn’t even do anything that time!” Ranboo let out a laugh at the other two—he then attacked Tommy’s character with his own weapon. “Sorry, Tommy! I have to do it for the content”

Tommy let out a groan, “excuses! It just cause you two are fucking married so you have to be like ‘oh I’m Ranboo, and I love a man platonically who likes eating DIRT with bees. And I must protect him’” The teen raised his voice higher so it sounded like he was mocking the other.

“Bees don’t eat dirt”

They continued messing around on the server, Tommy proceeded to do the same thing he was doing.

Though, he noticed a building on the SMP that caught his eye. He hadn’t seen it before so he had to go to it.

“Hey, let’s-“

“Ranboo we have to go over there to get the right materials”

The blond raised an eyebrow, and then went to the other’s characters.

Deciding what he wanted to explore wasn’t that important anymore, he followed them.

The other two just needed smelted stone for—whatever reason. Tommy wasn’t listening, he was focused on something else.

While on the way back to where they were, they passed by the place again. Since it was on the way, it wouldn’t be too much of an interruption to what the other two were doing. And he didn’t want to go alone, plus he needed someone to tell him what the hell it was.

“Mr.Ranboob, I think we shoul-“ “that’s cobblestone Tubbo!” The brunet looked at what the other was holding, which was definitely not smooth stone. Tubbo let out an exaggerated gasp, “what??”

Letting out a soft sigh, he knew they’d be taking another trip. So he went along with it again.

It wasn’t that big of a deal, it’s just a building in a game. He could always see what it was another time.

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This went on for another two hours.

Tommy continued to be interrupted due to the other two needing to do something. And he didn’t want to get in the middle of what they wanted to do.

The teen always shook it off as what he wanted to do was not that important, and it wouldn’t be entertaining for the viewers for Tommyinnit to look at a new build he hadn’t seen.

Though he’d be lying if he said it didn’t upset him.

He just wanted to see the colorful arrangement of blocks! Was that so much to ask? Plus it had some flowers around it, it was pretty!

“Alright let’s go over here” Tommy whined at another instruction, at this point he felt like an extra. Not because it was them two doing stuff together, but because he wasn’t helping. He wasn’t adding on to anything, except some commentary.

But he wanted to do more than that! But after he saw the thing he wanted to see, but that wasn’t happening. So he couldn’t help but get distracted by what his mind seemed to be fixated on. (Aka, the structure.)

Luckily for Tommy, he wasn’t streaming. So nobody could see that he had his knees up to his chest, and that his eyes were a bit glassier than normal.

And they definitely couldn’t see him chewing on his fingers with his non vacant hand.

He was tired, mentally and physically. He wanted to be listened to, not ignored whether it was intentional or not. (Of course he knows it’s not intentional, those are his best friends! But he’s still upset about it.)

The now mentally younger let out a small whine, this wasn’t fair! They were barley paying any attention to him at all. “Tommy?” The little perked his head up and looked towards Ranboo’s character. He hadn’t noticed he was spaced out for so long. “Yeah?” “You were quiet so I was just checking up on you”

Tommy let out a long exhale before speaking, “I was doing big man shit! Somethin’ you wouldn’t understand, Ran-boo”

The other two let out a fit of laughter while Tommy took his other hand away from the mouse.

Acting big wasn’t fun and just hurt him in a way he couldn’t describe. He hated it. He wanted Wilby, and Techie, and Ph-

“I gotta get off. Mum is asking me to do the dishes”

He waited for a response, hopefully they didn’t question why is was so random. “alright! Bye Tommy!” “Bye Tommy!! Say bye to Tommy, chat!”

The blond let out a few giggles before clicking his mouse and ending the call. He let out a sigh of relief and quickly opened the group chat with the other sleepy bois.

He pressed the call button, not thinking if his friends were busy or not. He just wanted his caregivers right now, that’s all that mattered to him.

He messed with his fingers nervously while listening to the call ring. Surely someone could answer, right?

His doubts were cut off rather quickly by a familiar voice speaking up, “Hey Toms! Is everything alright? It’s not usual for you to call out of nowhere”

The little let out a small whimper again, too shy to explain what was going on. Though, Wilbur caught on quickly. He immediately shifted into caregiver mode, “Bubs, what’s wrong? Did something happen during the stream, bud?” Tommy messed with his fingers some more before chewing on them once again.

“Ah ah, go get your pacifier, Toms. Then you can tell me about what happened”

The mentally (and physically) younger got up from his chair and walked over to a nearby dresser. He grabbed ahold of his red and black pacifier and went back to his desk. “Good job! Now can you tell me what’s up, bubs?” Tommy messed around with his pacifier, since he had something other than his hands to distract him.

“Tub an ‘Boo ignorin’ me” he raised the pacifier up to his mouth, “don’ think they meanin’ to though”

Wilbur nodded at the response, seeming to think for a moment. “Well, why don’t I tell Ranboo and Tubbo how it made you feel, yeah? I’ll let them know after the stream. I’m sure they didn’t mean it”

Tommy looked up at the camera, “no! Theys gon’ think I’m c’ybaby. An’ then theys gon’ be sad cause they made me sad” he curled into a ball on his chair and put his pacifier in his mouth. Wilbur let out a small “ah” to show he understood.

“They won’t call you a crybaby, Toms.” The older took a second to think, “They’ll be happy that you told them though. So then they’ll know what they were doing to make a little one like you, upset”

The little seemed to think for a moment and then nodded his head as an, “okay”.

Discord made a noise from Tommy’s computer, notifying the two that someone else had joined. The blond smiled as Technoblade’s icon lit up, almost immediately he made grabby hands at the camera.

“Techie!!”

The older let out a soft laugh, you could tell he was smiling from behind the screen. “Hey, bubs. Do we have a little kiddo today?” Tommy giggled and nodded his head. Technoblade turned on his camera, he knew when Tommy was regressed it tended to make him comfier if he could see everyone.

“I’m sure Phil will be here in just a second, I was just on the call with him” he stopped to take a breathe, “and I’m sure he’ll be very excited to see little Tom Toms”

The little let out another small fit of giggles before standing up from his chair and grabbing ahold of a raccoon stuffie. He brought it back to his desk and held it up to the camera. “Look!! His name Racco!!” Tommy excitedly announced, basically bouncing in his chair. “He’s adorable, bubs! Is that the one Phil got you?” The mentally younger nodded as he played with the Raccoon’s tail.

Tommy looked up at his screen as he heard someone join, it was Phil!!

“Phil look!! ‘S name is Racco!!”

“Oh! You already named him, huh?” Phil had ordered him a new plushie since he had been doing good. It was a small gift from the older. “Mhm!!”

“Heyyy! I thought we agreed I’d give him his next stuffed animal” Wilbur fake pouted as he crossed his arms, “you took too long” Phil replied, letting out a chuckle.

Wilbur was going to get him a new stuffie too?? Wait huh? Tommy’s eyes lit up, “new stuffie from Wilby??” Wilbur replied with a nod, “yep! We can talk about that tomorrow though, there’s someone who wants to talk to you” the younger tilted his head to the side confused. “Well, two people”

Wilbur added Ranboo and Tubbo to the call after the stream had ended (after asking them of course). Tubbo spoke up first, “I’m sorry Toms, I didn’t know we made you upset and we didn’t mean to.” Ranboo hummed in agreement, “yeah. We apologize, we didn’t mean to hurt your feelings”

The blond thought about what they said for a moment before having a fake little conversation with his stuffie. “Shoul we fo’give them? They seems sorry” he whispered to his stuffie as he made the plush pat him on the arm, basically saying yes.

The little looked back at the camera and made a thumbs up. “Is okay! I fo’give you.” He seemed to think for a moment, “I will super fo’give you if you buys me a new sweater!!” everyone in the call laughed, “will do, kiddo”

Tommy then rambled on and on about a new cartoon him and Techno watched together the other night. They all listened and asked questions about it, and Tommy eventually forgot about what happened earlier. Plus, it didn’t matter anymore. They said sorry and it was all better!!

Soon enough, Tommy let out a small yawn as his eyes threatened to close.

“Aw, is bubs tired from his long day today?” Wilbur’s voice softened as the little looked away, “no! Not tired!!”

“You sure, Toms? You can always talk to us tomorrow if you want.” Techno explained while adjusting his headphones.

“Nope! Don’ wanna”

“But Toms, you can play allllll day tomorrow if you do! Wouldn’t you want to spend more time with Racco?”

The little looked at his plush before looking back at the camera. He let out a sigh and nodded.

“Otay”

“Alright, go ahead and get changed into some comfier clothes.”

“Yeah! Me and Ranboo have to go but it was really nice talking to you, kiddo! Goodnight” Tubbo smiled at the camera before waving. Tommy waved back as the two left the call.

He then turned off his camera and changed into a blue onesie with a rocket ship pattern on it.

He turned his camera back on, “good job, bubs! Can you try and switch over to your phone for me?

Tommy grabbed ahold of his phone and pulled up the discord group chat, with a click of a button he joined the call on his phone.

He went over to his bed with the Raccoon plush and pulled the covers over himself.

Everyone had turned their camera’s off by now.

“Goodnight, little Tom Tom. Sweet Dreams. We’ll be here when you wake up”

“Ni Ni”

Tommy then closed his eyes and drifted into sleep. Today was a good day for little Tommy.

#can you tell I rushed the end?? aa #I’m not very proud of this one but I’m tired and wanted to get it out lmao #age regression #agere #mcyt agere #mcyt age regression #sfw agere #dream smp #dream smp age regression #dream smp agere #Tommyinnit #sbi #little tommy #little tommyinnit #CG sbi #caregiver sbi #CG Wilbur #CG Techno #CG Philza

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 4 years ago

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I’m sorry for the strange question but do you think someone who aren’t sure of their actual gender of sexuality can use queer? I didn’t have the chance to explore myself due to conservative upbringing and now that I’m 22, I feel kind of bad considering a lot of people know so much about themselves and all are younger.

okay so first off: I'm not in charge of who can or can't call themselves queer, and there's nothing I'd like more than for my opinion on that to not matter at all. but since you asked, yes, I think anyone who feels any kind of draw to the term should use it, because that's what it's for, and while we're at it there's really nothing more queer than being unsure how else to explain yourself.

now onto the more important part, which is you feeling bad about things that are entirely outside of your control, because I absolutely do not abide by that here. I'm not angry at you, I want to be absolutely clear about that; but we have some major reframing to do!

walk with me for a second? we're gonna do an extended sex witch metaphor, except it's not so much a metaphor as an example from my own life. see, I spent most of 2021 getting my mental health in order with the help of my third and best therapist. thanks to her, I've been able to overcome a lot of really serious anxiety and develop a way better relationship to my body, fall in love with cooking, commit myself to my favorite hobbies, be so so much kinder to myself, develop healthier boundaries with my family, and overall reach a much MUCH better place in my life.

but before we could do that all that, my therapist had to help me fix my sleep schedule, help me get on an effective medication, and learn some basic coping mechanisms for when my anxiety felt too overwhelming to do anything but shut down. because, and I am going to put this in bold for emphasis, you can't thrive when you're in survival mode.

I was in survival mode trying to deal with my anxiety all by myself. I didn't have the time to work on hobbies and a thriving inner life, because I was just trying to get through the day without having a breakdown. that's not my fault, it's just what the situation was. I hope you'll agree that anyone who tried to shame me for not really getting started living my #BestLife until I was 24 because of my mental health issues would be a tremendous asshole.

now - extend that same generosity to yourself.

you were in survival mode, just getting through an upbringing that was, I'm assuming, somewhere between "not conducive" and "actively hostile" to developing any kind of understanding of yourself as a queer person. it's not your fault that you weren't given the space to explore that as a viable option for yourself until your early twenties. repeat after me: it's not your fault. you were busy surviving; you didn't have the space to thrive.

but it sounds like you have that space now, and that's a joyful thing! it makes my heart sad that this glorious opportunity for self exploration is being hampered by a sense that you're coming to it too late in life, because that's absolutely not true. sure, there are people who come out loud and proud when they're 16, 14, 12, or even younger. that's great for them! I love queer kiddos with my whole heart!

but people discover new things about their gender and sexual and romantic orientations at every age, in their teens, twenties, thirties, forties, fifties, sixties, and later. it's never too late, and you're never too far behind. and even people who come out young never stop learning more about themselves - it's an ongoing, lifelong journey, with no set milestones or time limits.

listen to me: you're not running behind. you're not late to the party. you're taking your first steps into a party that has been ongoing for all of human history, and regardless of what you call yourself, we are so, so happy you're here. take all the time you need to figure out exactly how you fit in.

#sex edventures 2021

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kj-1130 · 4 years ago

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Chapter 1

Role Call

Main Masterlist

She felt her life was set at level ‘medium’; definitely not great but she felt others had it worse. Her brain knew it was such a toxic way of thinking; ‘other people have it worse than I do. I don’t deserve to feel this way.’ But it didn’t matter because there was no way she could stop thinking it.

Rarely was she was taught right from wrong. There was never anyone there to nurture her or guide her in proper mental health, so it was all sort of just a ‘go with the flow’ type thing.

Did she do some fucked up shit sometimes? Yes, yes almost every day.

Sometimes, the girl wondered what it would be like if she ever had a family or just a person. She knew it would be much different, but the question of ‘what would change?’ still remained.

The group was scattered across the chairs watching Debbie pace across the length of the living room.

“You’re going to wear a hole in the floor with all that,” Lou declared. The woman had sunk into the couch and peered on as one of her closest friends wore themselves loose.

She sat up and rested her elbows knees before clasping her hands together. Letting out a sigh, the blonde shrugged as Debbie continued to mutter to herself about she was going to make that demon-spawn of a child pay’.

“Look I’m pretty sure Nineball can help you find her.”

The mentioned tore her gaze away from whatever she was occupied with on her laptop before raising an eyebrow.

“Right, Leslie?”

“See, I was interested until you said that.”

The hacker placed her line of sight back to her device before typing once more.

“Besides. I was already doing that before I was rudely interrupted.”

This made the brunette stop in tracks and watched as Nineball pushed her locs over her shoulders.

“But I never told you where-”

“I told you your footprint was shit.”

“I thought you cleaned that up,” Debbie exasperated.

The computer expert returned to her business once she noncommittally hummed.

“Apparently, this kid goes to that café like 8, 9 blocks away every day at 9:03 and leaves at 10:05 sharp; not a second later or earlier.”

The con-woman slowly nods and grabs Daphne’s wrist to look at her watch that read 8:45.

She points at the platinum blonde and grabs her coat.

“Let’s roll.”

“What’s up May?”

A teenage girl walked into the caf��, the bell above the door ringing behind her. She fist-bumped the owner before leaning against the counter.

“Nothing much kiddo. Here’s your food; hot just how you like it.”

The older woman walked back towards the kitchen once she was sure that her favorite customer had a good grip on the plate they were handed.

“You’re the best!”

“I know!”

The teen chuckled once more and headed to the booth she almost always sat at. Taking a bite out of her breakfast, she peered out the large window that was right next to her.

A hobby of hers included people-watching. It may seem creepy to some but, she thoroughly enjoyed it--mainly the aspect of deciding who would be paying for her next meal.

But there was another reason that you could usually catch her gazing into the outside world. She would peer on as all of the loving families and couples waltzed by and wonder what it’d be like to witness those first hand.

She always wondered what a piggyback ride was like.

A couple of moments later, the door opened and two women walked in. The pair walked towards the register and placed an order.

The young girl watched through her peripheral as the ladies strode forward before eventually taking a seat in the spots across from her.

“Calypso,” the brunette woman began. “I think a conversation is in order.”

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amintyworld · 4 years ago

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Mentors - Dream SMP Hunger Games AU

A/N: So this started as a one page drabble, then it turned into a six page fic. Oopsies! Anyway this is meant to be a sort of prequel to ‘The Victor’ drabble I submitted over at @dreamsmp-au-ideas, but can be read as stand-alone. Anyway, I wrote this in the span of an entire DAY because I have no self-control when it comes to writing and this AU has sparked some Middle School nostalgia in me. Anyway, hope you enjoy and please check out the blog where the AU idea came from, they’ve given me a LOT of inspiration for fics to write. -Minty

TW: Talk/mention of death, fighting, depression/loss, threats of death, slight insanity. (Tell me if I need to tag anything else!)

Summary: Tommy’s an angry orphan, Wilbur grows a soft spot for Tommy, Sam is the only braincell left in District 7, Tubbo has Dadschlatt and needs a lot of hugs, Phil earned the achievement ‘Oh no Feelings’.

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Tubbo intertwined his fingers as he walked with the guards toward the white porcelain-like door. The shock of his name getting pulled hadn’t exactly faded yet, and the dread of the logical conclusion he’d drawn up in his head did not exactly help matters. He knew he was dead - he’d never trained for combat, he wasn’t agile or fast, he knew next to nothing about surviving in the wilderness, or even whatever the Gamemaker threw at him for that matter. His fate was completely sealed the moment that boy with devil horns picked his name out of the bowl.

He took a breath, his hand on the door handle. Time to say goodbye.

As soon as he shut the door, he could feel his father’s comforting hand on his shoulder. “Hey, kiddo.” His voice was gentle, warm, and kind. Tubbo’s emotions couldn’t help but become unplugged at the voice as tears ran down his cheeks and he clung to his father tightly, afraid to let go. Schlatt wrapped his arms around Tubbo gently, rubbing his back to give him some comfort. “Oh Tubbo, I know kiddo, shhh...”

“I’m so scared, Dad.” Tubbo’s voice wavered as his body shook with sobs, and Schlatt’s heart broke at his son’s voice.

“I know buddy, I know.” Schatt moved so he could brush his hands through his son’s hair. “But… but you don’t have to be. I know you can do it, I know you can win.” A few tears slipped down Schlatt’s cheek. “You’re so much smarter than any of those meatheads in the Capitol, probably in any other District in Panem. You’re so much stronger than you know, kiddo. I know you can do it. Just survive, I know you can outthink any of them, I know you can win. Just survive, win, and I’ll be waiting right here when you come back, okay?”

“And… and we can finally make s’mores?”

Schlatt’s face broke out into a smile through tears. “Yes, yes we can make as many s’mores as you want! We… we’ll… I’ll show you the bee farms, and I promise I’ll be there every single night for dinner, no more late hours at the office. I swear.” Schlatt’s hands squeezed Tubbo’s shoulders. “But you gotta win and come home, okay?”

Tubbo’s eyes blurred with tears as he scanned his father’s face, words dying in his throat, not knowing what to say. “Dad, I-”

Schlatt pulled him down into another hug as the two wept, holding onto each other for dear life, not daring to let go. Then, a soldier appeared in the doorway. “He’s got a train to catch, Mr. Ram.”

Schlatt breathed deeply, pulling away from the hug to run his hand through his son’s hair one last time, taking in his face as he brushed a bit of hair out of his face. “I…” He bit his lip. “I love you, Tubbo. Don’t forget that, okay?”

“I love you too, Dad.” Tubbo gave a quick hug to his father, wrapping his arms around his neck.

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When Wilbur was assigned as a mentor for District 7, he was more than a little nervous. The other Victors from Victor’s Row assured him he’d do just fine, but still, he was not exactly looking forward to it. He’d met the escort and advisor a few days ago, someone from the Capitol named Sam. For someone from one of the richest districts in Panem, Sam didn’t exactly dress in high fashion - no bright colors or extravagant hairstyles. Instead, he simply wore a clean formal vest and slacks. He gave Wilbur the firmest handshake he’d ever been given in his entire life, and despite the situation seemed almost cheerful.

If he remembered correctly, he was supposed to settle in his personal car on the train and meet Sam in the dining car. Sam seemed to have every detail of their trip planned out perfectly, which Wilbur more than appreciated. He was already dealing with enough as it was having to mentor two kids and try to get them sponsors while basically reliving the worst time in his entire life. Ths screams, the blood… the memories were… they were not good.

They called him insane, unstable. The One Who Went Mad. When he used to panic and whimper and mutter to himself, they used to laugh at him. They thought what he’d been through, the things that he’s seen, and the nightmares that plagued him were nothing more than a funny joke. They loved his pain and suffering. Wilbur didn’t like when they laughed at him like some stupid monkey in a cage. That’s why he preferred to just stay home most of the time. But at this point mentorship was unavoidable, it was under Capitol orders.

It was a bit early before he was due to meet up with Sam in the dining car, and he craved a cup of black coffee. His mind whirred a bit from the familiar fancy train cars, and he needed something to clear his mind from remembering. When he opened the door, however, he didn’t expect to see one of the tributes already here this early. From his blond messy hair and his bright blue eyes, he assumed this was Tommy, the boy. Wilbur held up his hand to show he meant to harm before he moved past the teen sat near the window towards the tea cart, fiddling with the french press. Successfully pouring the pitch-black liquid in a very expensive looking teacup, he cradled it in his hands as he moved to sit across from the teenage boy, still focused on the train station outside the window. “Uh, interesting view?”

Tommy looked over at him for a moment, eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Something like that.”

Wilbur sipped the bitter coffee thoughtfully. He took a breath before speaking. “You know, you’re allowed to say goodbye to your friends and family in the Governor’s office, if one of the Peacekeepers made a mistake I’m sure there’s still time for you to…”

“No.” The teenager’s voice seemed firm, staring out of the window. “They didn’t make a mistake.”

“Uh, well…” Wilbur felt the awkward tension in the room rise. “You are a… bit early, we don’t leave for another half-hour…”

“Well, I didn’t exactly have anywhere else to go. No one to say goodbye to, so I guess they just skipped that part for convenience.” He looked almost angry as he turned back to Wilbur. “Do you mind maybe not staring at me?”

“I’m trying to talk to you.”

“Well, I don’t want to talk to you.” Tommy snapped. “You shouldn’t just start up a conversation just because you feel bored. I’m not paid to be your fucking entertainment.”

Add this to the number of reasons Wilbur didn’t want to be a mentor - teenagers. This kid certainly had a mouth on him.

Wilbur’s eyes narrowed in anger as he gripped his teacup, trying his best to stay calm. “Well, whether you like it or not, you’re all of Panem’s entertainment now.” Wilbur quipped as he moved to walk away. “So maybe you should learn to be a bit more likable.”

As he began to walk across the car to move toward a table in the corner of the room, he felt a heavy weight on his back as he lost his grip on his cup as it landed on the metal ground of the car with a loud crash, the coffee staining the expensive carpets. He felt punches on his back and head as someone tried to pin him down. Wilbur sighed in frustration. With ease, he jabbed Tommy’s side, putting him off balance, and flipped the kid over, grabbing his arm and pulling it behind his back. Tommy struggled against Wilbur’s grip, angry. He could see tears in the teenager’s eyes as he practically growled at Wilbur. “Take it back you bitch! Get off of me and fight! Take it back or I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you!” Tommy’s anger slowly disappeared as he began to cry, his body shaking as he sucked in breaths, slowly realizing what exactly he said. “I’ll… I’ll…” Wilbur’s heart couldn’t help but ache at the sight of the poor kid, bringing back memories of that time, that feeling of being trapped.

The door at the other end of the train car flew open, to reveal Sam and the girl tribute from the Reaping, Sarah. “Wilbur, what are you doing?” Sam questioned as Wilbur quickly got off of Tommy, holding out his hand for the teenager to take.

“Uh, right.” As Tommy’s eyes met Wilbur’s the mentor noticed how they scanned across his face, confused at Wilbur’s sudden change from annoyance to kindness. Wilbur smiled slightly. “Let’s save the real fighting for the arena, yeah?” Tommy hesitated before taking Wilbur’s hand as he helped him up, getting even more confused as he quickly wiped off his tear-stained cheeks.

“Sarah Teller and Tommy Innit, meet your Mentor, Wilbur Soot.”

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Tubbo formally met his other tribute mate, a girl he knew from those fancy business dinners Schlatt would host - he never really talked with her much then, but it was nice to see a familiar face, that was for sure. Her name was Crystal.

They arrived and settled in without much really going on. Their advisor, the one with the devil horns a few hours earlier was their advisor, Bad. They were very confused at first why anyone would name their child that, until Bad insisted it was a nickname for ‘Badboy’… Tubbo couldn’t say he didn’t believe the advisor with some of the fancy and absurd names that seemed so popular in the richer districts. “Now, the best part is that even though you are both chosen as tributes, you’ll be able to see all the Capitol can offer before you’re in the arena. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!”

“I guess it’ll be kind of cool to see the Capitol.” Crystal agreed as she took a sip of a fruitful smelling juice of some kind. Her eyes furrowed as if she was focusing intently on the next words out of her mouth. “I mean, this year economy-wise wasn’t particularly the best for them, seeing as their main exports have been plagued with attacks. It’ll be interesting to see how they fair under unseemly conditions.”

“E...Economy?” Tubbo asked in a silent question to his fellow tribute, whose face flushed in embarrassment.

“My father is the head of exports for District 3. Knowing about stocks and stuff is kind of his thing… then, I guess, it became my thing.” Crystal shrugged, and Tubbo thoughtfully bit into a buttered crust of bread. “I don’t really think that’ll be too helpful in the Games, though.”

“Speaking of the Games, where’s that old man… I told him to meet us here almost an hour ago.” Bad thoughtfully added with a sigh. “He’s going to miss dinner completely if he doesn’t hurry up.”

Almost as if on cue, the car door slid open, and in walked a tall broad blonde-haired man who looked completely mentally checked out. He yawned as he reached over the table to grab an apple and one of Bad’s homemade muffins from the basket. He looked over to the two kids and gave them a slight smile and a two-fingered salute as if to say ‘hi’. “Crystal, Tubbo, this is Phil Craft, your Mentor,” Bad said, quickly gesturing to the man, anger bubbling to the surface. “Phil, where have you been?” Bad demanded, leaning over to snatch the muffin out of Phil’s hand. “No muffins until you eat actual food! We’re in District Two tomorrow and they expect us up and ready by 9 am sharp-!”

“Alright, alright! Stop freaking out, okay?” Phil pinched his nose in annoyance, turning his gaze to look over at the two teenagers again. Phil met Tubbo’s eyes and smirked. “Also, you said I needed real food?” Phil threw the apple up into the air as it caught wind on his arm, traveling over his shoulder blades and taking off of his opposite hand, landing in his mouth as he sunk his teeth into the apple flesh. “That count?” He asked between chewing as Tubbo and Crystal couldn’t help but smile and laugh, clapping to applaud Phil’s trick.

“You bail on us for a whole hour, show up to eat a single apple, and then got back to your little hermit hut?!” Bad’s voice raised slightly. “What do you even do in there that’s more important than this, huh??”

Phil’s playful smile dropped for a moment, replaced with something more melancholy as Bad clearly struck a nerve. There was a tense moment of silence before Phil resumed his happy persona. “Well, I didn’t mean to be a bother and disrupt your dinner. Now that I have my apple and my muffin, I’ll take my leave.” He looked over to the two tributes. “I’ll see both of you in the morning.” Phil smiled before quickly exiting the room once more, leaving a slightly irritated Bad, and two very off-put tributes.

Tubbo couldn’t sleep. The day’s events weighed too heavy on his mind - the Reaping, saying goodbye to his father, dealing with the thoughts of his own inevitable fate. He missed Schlatt’s warm embrace, he missed how his father ruffled up his hair just in the right way to say ‘I’m proud of you, kid.’ He missed home and its faint smell of motor oil and coal from the factories that always seemed to seep in through the windows and cracks in the walls just right. He didn’t feel safe here, he was in one of the fanciest bedrooms on a train that he knew he’d never be able to get a ticket for years, and yet nothing about this place felt safe.

He was being chased by something, something with claws and teeth that whispered nothing but death. But Tubbo didn’t want to die. Even if he knew it was his fate, Tubbo did not want to die. So he ran, his legs quickly getting sore and tired from overuse, yet he pushed on. He heard whispers in his ears, taunting him, laughing at his pathetic escape. Tears ran down Tubbo’s eyes as he pressed his hands over his ears and continued to run, something pinned him to the ground, claws sinking into his back as he whimpered in pain. A chill ran down his spine as the monster growled close to Tubbo’s ear. His heartbeat quicker as he begged, no pleaded to whatever was out there, please please I just want to live-!

He awoke with a start, looking around, tears streaming down his face as his body shook with an adrenaline rush. His hands found their way over his heart, making sure he was still alive as arms wrapped around him, shushing him and holding him close. “Woah there, Woah there… it’s okay, it’s okay. It was just a nightmare, it wasn’t real, shhh…” The panic in Tubbo’s chest slowly quieted as he wrapped his arms around the person, needing comfort desperately. The figure seemed startled for a moment before brushing back some of Tubbo’s hair out of his eyes. Tubbo looked at the figure for a moment, confused.

“Phil?”

“Hey mate.” Phil smiled warmly. “That was quite the nightmare, yeah? You were flopping around like a fish out of water.”

“But…” Tubbo sniffed, pulling away to wipe away his tears. “But why? How?”

“You sounded like you were in physical pain, I was worried. Can’t have a tribute dead before they even get to the arena, you know. Would really throw off the whole schedule.” Phil half-joked as he looked down at the mattress, not being able to meet Tubbo’s eyes at that moment. Tubbo’s gaze was focused on his mentor.

“Why’d you help me, we just met today for like two seconds at most-”

“It doesn’t really matter that much, I was just passing by-!” Phil dismissed quickly before Tubbo’s tone got more serious.

“Phil, if you’re going to be my Mentor you’ve gotta at least tell me the truth. I need you to tell me the absolute truth when it comes to this because I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, what I’m up against, how I’m even supposed to survive, but you do. I need you if I ever stand even a chance of getting home. Please.” Phil let out a frustrated sigh.

“You reminded me of my son, that’s all. When he used to be a tribute.” Phil said, looking toward the ground. “He’d have nightmares, he was so scared but I told him I’d never leave his side, so when he got picked I went with him as his Mentor.” Phil sucked on his cheek. “I thought that if I went with him, talked him through it, got every single sponsor I could, he’d…” Phil sighed. “I just didn’t want for you to have to deal with the nightmare alone, no one should have to handle everything alone.” Moving off his bed, he looked over. “I’ll be across the hall, okay?”

“Oh...Okay.” Tubbo said, nodding. “Thanks.”

Phil nodded back as he turned and Tubbo saw Phil’s hand move toward his chest quickly, was he putting his hand over his heart or something…? As Phil moved toward the door, one question stood on Tubbo’s mind, he bit his lip for a moment, considering.

“Phil, wait-!” Phil turned around, and Tubbo saw Phil’s hand wrap around a necklace of some kind he didn’t notice before, in the shape of a heart. “Did… did he survive? Your son?”

A tense silence followed.

“I think that’s enough for tonight,” Phil said. “No more questions, you need to get some sleep.”

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bisexualhobi · 3 years ago

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The ask that said armys are so “booked and busy” annoyed me so much. Like that phrasing. Who booked you? Why are you selling your soul to hybe for free? Busy? Stop treating it like it’s your job. Stop guilt tripping people into spending their time on bts related things. Just because you don’t have a life outside of bts doesn’t mean I have to do the same. This is what I want to say to those people. Of course, it’s not just them but hybe and bts also push this on their fans. It’s like they become your world. I remember there were days where I couldn’t go even a few minutes without thinking about bts. I now look back and see how unhealthy that was. I became an army when I was a teenager, I was young and impressionable and I used to feel so bad when I didn’t stream so and so vlive or watch all of the bon voyages like others were (which I still haven’t and never plan to). The way the fans do it is subtle and I think they don’t realize it themselves but there is such a culture around just dropping everything you’re doing and consuming as much content as possible. I never fully felt like I was an army cuz I was kind of bad at doing these things. And sometimes I feel like it’s almost a competition between fans to see who knows the most about their faves. I used to procrastinate at everything. I actually remember having a list of things to do and amongst the school stuff was written - watch run episode xx. Like it was literally a task to me and I used to force myself to do it. And I never ended up doing anything and just felt even more guilty. But sometimes it would be the opposite and I couldn’t control myself and binge watch their stuff. I remember genuinely being scared that bts would comeback during exam season. And they did. With fake love of all things I was so screwed.

And I remember you posted about this person on twitter telling people to skip school for NCT or something. It’s things like these that really get to me now that I’m an adult. I wish I could go back and tell myself that no one is forcing me to do this and that I have a choice. It doesn’t make you any less of a fan if you don’t overdose yourself with all of their content. It wouldn’t have stopped me from watching BTS’s videos but I would have definitely felt less guilty all the time. Especially considering the trend that companies have with releasing an overwhelming amount of content in kpop. Go do your homework kiddo. Go watch that movie you wanted to watch instead of brainwashing yourself into liking an uninteresting video of your fav brushing his teeth or something. That doesn’t go without saying that yeah sometimes it’s fun to do these things. I remember my friend freaking out when watching serendipity’s release in the school toilets or staying up late at night to watch the first time they went to the bbmas (I fell asleep). It’s all good fun and I have good memories. So of course at the end of the day you can go ahead and spend your time on whatever you want. But remember it’s your choice not someone else’s. Don’t give up your precious time for nothing.

FOMO is real, and kpop is built around cashing in on that feeling. for real.

i thank god i didn't have kpop when i was a teen (sorry to everyone that is normal and could experience kpop as a precious memory of their teen years) because i would have flunked out of school probably. i have a personality that tends to be obsessive and when i was undiagnosed in high school it was worse. the fact that i could get into kpop until i was 24 makes it better because my brain is now fully developed lol. the problem is the millions of vulnerable and malleable teens that - especially with the pandemic - have no other outlet or leisure activity other than kpop.

ig in general you could make this case for fandom culture at large but tbh no matter how many ppl say it's "racist" to single out kpop the truth is the kpop machinery is especially heinous *law and order voice*

#asks

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avocadogirl216 · 4 years ago

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Left Behind

Anon requested: Hey! Would you be willing to write something where the winchesters drop their sister who is in her younger teen years (13-14ish) off at bobby's when they go on a hunt and shes super upset about it so she wont talk to them when they call or even when they come to pick her up? And it ends up with her and Dean having some big argument and Sam having to calm the down?

AN: This story took a lot longer than I expected to write and I am so sorry that you had to wait, whoever you are, I changed it up a little towards the end, sorry. And sorry if this was crap.

Summary: When Sam and Dean leave you behind for a hunt, you don’t take it very well.

Warnings: Angst, Sibling Arguing, Language, Fluff at the end.

Pairings: Dean x sister!reader, Sam x sister!reader, Bobby x reader

Word Count: 2252

Y/N’s POV

You were currently in the backseat of the impala listening to your older bothers conversation. Sam was talking about some hunt in Minnesota. Dean was nodding his head along with the conversation, both paying attention to Sam and the road in front of him. You listened with curiosity as you tried to put the pieces of the puzzle together in your head. There were bite marks on all of the victims, they were all missing blood but they were also missing their hearts.

“Sounds like we’re dealing with a vamp and werewolf combo.” You said as you leaned over the front seat between your brothers to be a part of the conversation.

“Or...” Dean said.

“Or what?” Sam asked as he started to scroll through the news articles to get more information on the case, not even bothering to look up from his iPad.

“Come on. I know you want to say it.” Dean said with a smile while looking over to the both of you. “A were-pire.” He said with a proud voice.

You and Sam both groaned in sync.

“Dude, just drop it already. There is no such thing as a were-pire.” Sam stated in a matter of faculty tone.

“Says you.” Dean said, returning his attention to the road.

“Anyways... how far away are we from the case?” You asked as you looked over Sam’s broad shoulder.

“Well lets see. We’re in Cheyenne, Wyoming and the case is in Stillwater, Minnesota. So we’re about 13 hours out.” Dean said.

You groaned yet again to the thought of being in the car with your brothers for that long.

“What are you groaning about over there Rugrat?” Dean asked.

“Maybe the fact that I have to spend 13 hours with you two dumb nuts.”

Sam looked up from his iPad and have you a weird look along with Dean. “Umm, you’re not going to.” Sam said.

You were now confused. “What do you mean? I’m gonna work the case with you two and in order for me to do that I have to get over there which involves me staying in the car with my brothers for 13 hours.” You explained in a duh tone.

“Who said that you were coming along?” Dean asked, still looking at you like you just grew two heads.

“Umm... well... no one but I thought that I was going to work the case with you guys. Right?” You asked with a hint of insecurity.

Sam and Dean shared a look, having a silent conversation with each other.

“That wasn’t really the plan squirt.” Sam said now turning in the seat to face you.

“Then what is the plan?”

“We were going to drop you off at Bobby’s and then Dean and I are going to work the case.” Sam explained.

“What? I thought that I was going to help you with the case.”

“Not quite. You’re not ready for hunting yet.”

“What do you mean? I’ve worked my ass off with training every single day for the past 3 years and now I can’t go hunting with you two. How is that fair?” You said in a pissed off tone.

“Y/N I know that you want to come but your just not quite ready yet.” Sam said in a patient tone, sensing your anger.

“The hell I’m not! I-” You were quickly cut off by Dean.

“Okay first of all, watch your language and second of all, your going to Bobby’s while me and Sam work the case. End of discussion.” Dean said in a tone that he used with you when you were starting to take things too far.

“But-” You started.

“No ands, ifs, or buts about it. I’ve already made up my mind and that is that, whether you like it or not.”

You sigh as you decided to go with the smart choice and keep your mouth shut. You leaned back into your seat and start to fidget with the bracelet that you always wore on your wrist, hoping that it would help you cool off a bit.

After another couple of hours in the car, you pull up in front of Bobby’s house. You grab your duffel from beside you and sling it over your shoulder. As you start to open the backdoor to the impala, Sam starts to speak.

“Love you kiddo.” He said with a small, loving smile on his face.

You get out of the car, slam the door and walk towards the front porch all without saying a word to either of your older brothers.

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Its been four days since your brothers left for the case without you. You hated that you couldn’t be there with them, saving people and hunting things. The family business that you were supposed to be a part of. Sure you were only 14 but you knew all there was to hunting and you take care of yourself.

Whenever your brothers are away on a hunt, they call everyday to check in. Usually you answer the phone happily, eager to talk to your brothers and see how the case was going, but this time it was different. You’ve been ignoring their calls and texts. They’ve even called Bobby to try to get a hold of you but you still declined. You were a Winchester which meant that you were hot headed and stubborn.

You were now scrolling through Youtube, trying to find an interesting video to pass the time. You’ve already looked at all possible cases on the police radar but there was nothing other than the case that Sam and Dean were working. You were about to lay down for a nap, hoping that it would kill a couple of hours but you were interrupted with a knock on the door.

“Come in!” You yelled as you turned off your phone and placed it onto the bed next to your thigh.

The door opened and Bobby walked in. “Hey Y/N. I was just letting you know that your brothers are back from the case.” He said.

“Oh, okay.” You said as you picked your phone back up, showing that you weren’t interested in going to see them.

Bobby sighed while he ran a hand on his face. “Look I get that your mad at them but at least acknowledge them.”

“I am acknowledging them. I am acknowledging the fact that I am mad at them and therefore I do not want to make conversation with them.” You said as you kept your attention on the small screen.

Bobby sighed yet again and walked out of the room while closing the door behind him. There was a minute of silence then the door opened again. You raised your head to see who walked in. You were disappointed and pissed as you watched Sam and Dean walk into the room. Sam came in first and leaned onto the wall opposite of you as Dean walked in and closed the door. Dean then turned to face you as he crossed his arms across this broad chest as he stared you down. You returned the gesture. After a minute of silence between the three of you Dean finally spoke.

“So Y/N, anything to say.”

“Nope.” You replied as you returned your gaze to your phone.

Dean made it across the room in four steps and took the phone out of your hand in order for you to be focused on him.

“Oh so this is the reason why you didn’t answer us, you were too busy being on the internet to give five minutes to your brothers.” Dean said as he held up your phone just out of reach.

You sighed as you leaned back into the headboard and crossed your arms, not even making a move to get the phone back. “If you want to assume that. Like you always do.” You said in an icy tone.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Dean asked, anger flashing his eyes.

“Oh I don’t know, maybe the fact that I can’t hunt because I’m not good enough.”

“Who ever said that?”

“No one did. I’m just saying what’s on everyone's mind.”

“Now look at whose assuming things.” Dean scoffed.

“I’m not assuming anything. I’m just stating facts.” You argued back.

“Well no one asked you to do that.”

“Yeah well, no one asked you to come talk to me.” You said as you stood up and walked up to Dean. “No one asked you to be here.”

“No one had to. It’s my job to be here for you.” Dean said as he looked down at you with a deadly glare.

“Yeah? How can you be here for me when your on the other side of the fucking country? How can you be here for me when you just dump me here and take off? Huh? Riddle me that!” You said as tears start to form in your eyes.

“Y/N, its for your own good. Its for your safety.” Dean sighed as he drug his hand down his face. “We’ve been over this.”

“Yeah I know Dean but its stupid.” You huffed in frustration. “I’ve trained over and over again for the past three years without complaint. I’ve taken both of you down before and I know how to use just about every weapon known to man. Not to mention that you two will be there with me for every step of the way, protecting me from getting hurt or worse.”

“That’s what I’m talking about Y/N! I know that you can handle yourself, hell you’ve kicked my ass more times than I like to admit but there is always that possibility that something will go wrong. There is always that possibility that you will get hurt or worse on a hunt. We don’t take you with us because we’re scared of what will happen.” Dean explained with some of his anger melting away.

“Don’t you think that I know that Dean? Believe me, I know the risks of hunting. Look at Dad, Ellen, Jo, Ash and Pamela, they were in this life and they suffered the consequences of it. But one thing that I can trust is you two.” You said as you looked between your brothers. “I trust the fact that when you two are with me, that everything will be okay. I trust the fact that you will keep me safe.”

“Then there is your first mistake. Everyone that was in this life and knew us are now dead. Dad, Ellen, Jo, Ash and Pamela are all dead because of us. All we do is get the people that we are close to and love killed. We can’t protect you anymore than we can protect them.” Dean said as his voice broke. “We can’t protect you.”

As you heard Dean say those words, anger started to boil in your veins. The need to cry was replaced with the need to punch something, preferably your brother for thinking so low about himself and Sam.

You suddenly take a swing at your brother, catching him off guard. “Don’t you say that!” You cried as you punched him yet again in the face, making him take a step back. “After everything that you have done for us, for them! You cannot just throw that out there like it is true because its not!” You yelled at him as tears spilled down your face. You took a step so that you could punch him in the face again but a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind to stop you from going further. You thrashed against Sam’s hold as much as you could. You were practically bawling now. “You don’t get to say that.” You said as you finally stopped fighting Sam and you turned around and hugged his toned body.

Dean now had tears streaming down his face as he looked at you with both sadness and shock. Sam was shushing you, trying to make you calm down a bit. You had a death grip on his flannel as your tears started to make the material damp. After a couple of seconds, you felt Dean start to take you into his arms. You quickly turned and hugged Dean’s torso as tight as you could. You felt tears start to fall onto your head as Dean silently cried. After a minute of standing there you decided to speak.

“Don’t ever say that again. It wasn’t your fault that they died.” You said as you turned to look at Sam who also had tears in his eyes. “Or yours. Don’t ever think that. You understand?”

Dean sniffled and looked into your eyes. “Yeah.”

“And don’t ever think that you can’t protect me. I trust you two more than anyone. I know for a fact that you two will be there when I need you the most. And I’m sorry that I gave you such a hard time this past week. You were just trying to keep me safe even though I was acting like a total super bitch.” You explained. “I trust that I will go on a hunt with you two when I’m ready. And that doesn’t mean when I’m 30 either.��

Both Sam and Dean chuckled at that.

“Com´er.” Dean said as he engulfed you in another bone crushing hug. Sam joined in shortly after.

You knew that you were going to be okay now that your brothers are there when you need them most.

#supernatural #spn #spn fanic #supernatural fanfic #reader insert #late #sister!reader #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reaser #bobby x reader #angst #language #request #anon #anonomous #sibling arguing #ignoring calls

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dumbasscorn · 4 years ago

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Exothermic : chapter ten

Amalthea vs the Fever

"God no, Uley. I just wanted you to stay the hell away from me if you're sick."

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Amalthea Swan had been a student at Forks High School for a week when she finally received her first weekend to herself. She no longer had any unpacking to do, having done that all throughout the week rather than the homework assigned.

It was a Sunday afternoon and Thea was burrowed under a blanket, watching a cartoon on tv as she nursed a bowl of strawberry ice-cream. Her thoughts were turned away from how Jerry would piss Tom off in the episode when she received a text message from Trevor Uley.

'Hey I feel like ass. I can't make it to school tomorrow. Just bring me the papers the teacher gives us for the project after school. I'll text you my address in the morning, my brain refuses to think.'

Thea groaned into her mouthful of ice-cream, replying to the text message with 'if i get your gross ass sickness i will be beating your ass.'

Trevor then spammed her phone with heart emoticons, clarifying at the end that all of them were absolutely necessary in order for his illness to be cured.

Locking her phone and throwing it on the cushion at the end of the couch she laid upon, Thea remembered that Uley wasn't feeling well on Friday and probably isn't lying so he can ditch school.

In history, Amalthea and Trevor sat in the back of the class, bickering quietly about whether or not she would attend Jackson's first game at the end of the month. Thea claimed she was a busy ass person, as Trevor argued that Son deserves his parents love and support! To which Mal knocked him on the back of the head, earning a scolding from the teacher who spoke about due dates for the project they had been assigned on Monday.

Once Mr. Huber turned back to the white board, Amalthea turned toward the Uley boy with her two brows pulled together.

Discreetly whispering toward his ear, she had asked why his head was so hot, and if he had a fever.

"Worried 'bout me, are we, Mal? Awe! I knew you cared!" Trevor spoke aloud, - which earned himself a detention from the teacher who seemed to run out of patience- hand on his heart as he frowned in adoration.

"God no, Uley. I just wanted you to stay the hell away from me if you're sick." Thea spoke just as loud, causing for the history teacher to purse his lips together so tightly that they started to go white.

"Detention! Both of you! All you do is talk, hush up and pay attention! This project will be a quarter of your grade. You need to focus. Considering you both are partners, I suggest you two face forward and quit speaking to one another until I tell you to do so. Next time I hear a peep out of either of you, you're out of the room!" Huber spoke harshly, face going beet red in irritation.

"Gotcha, teach'. Just for you, I'll ignore the buffoon." Amalthea nodded, aiming a thumbs up toward the agitated teacher.

"Buffoon? Buffoon! I am not a buffoon, Swan!"

The teacher glared at the two students who had caused for his classroom to erupt in laughter rather than listen to his teachings.

"Out! I'm done with dealing with this. The both of you get yours things and go! Come back Monday for the papers-- leave my classroom!" Mr. Huber harshly spoke at the two teenagers as they both pretended to be sad at the news of being ejected from the room.

The two students left a giggling classroom, silently thanking the other for getting them out of there.

So no, Amalthea did not think that Uley decided to fake an illness. She just hoped that Uley also texted Jackson, not wanting to deal with his worries when tomorrow arises.

Feeling a headache come on from the two pigtails that she put in after waking at eleven in the morning, - her uncle refused to let her first weekend free of school be spent sleeping - Thea released the hair ties from her head of hair.

Running her hands through the scalp of her black tendrils, the teen kept her eyes glued on the television that showed Tom chasing after Jerry in a haste.

Hearing the engine of a car cutting off, Thea sat prepared for her uncle to come inside the door. Charlie entered the threshold with a friend in tow.

Harry Clearwater followed his friend into his home, immediately seeing the mans niece lounging on a small couch in the living room. Spotting the elder that she had never before, Amalthea turned toward her uncle and tilted her head, "You've got friends?"

"Wow Thea, you're so hilarious I almost forgot to laugh." Charlie exaggeratedly smiled widely, gently pushing the girls head.

"Harry, this is my niece Amalthea. Amalthea, this is Harry Clearwater. We stopped by so I could get my fishing gear." Charlie introduced the two, attention on the equipment he was there to collect.

"Amalthea? You wouldn't happen to be the young girl Uley's brother made friends with, would you?" Harry inquired, grinning softly at the girl.

Thea immediately groaned outwardly, hanging her head.

"Sadly, I guess so." She sighed, pushing hair out of her eyes, and met the mans eye line, "He showed me around on Monday so in his eyes we are now - and I quote - besties."

Harry chuckled at the girl, inwardly pitying the teen for having to lose her new friend so soon.

Charlie walked back toward the two, gear in hand. "Kiddo we're gonna head on out. I'll be back in a couple hours, Bella should be upstairs. Call if you need me."

The uncle patted her head, looking into her doe shaped eyes as they shifted toward Harry. The tribe elder nodded toward her, biding her ado.

"See you later Uncle Charlie and Uncle Charlie's fishing friend. Don't drown!"

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I watched the Tom and Jerry movie a couple days ago, have any of you seen it?

My spring break starts on Thursday, so I’ll begin writing new chapters then (except I’m gonna watch new moon first for a refresher lols).

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liliesoftherain · 5 years ago

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Hiya hun! Wondering if I could get Izuku x single mom! Reader with twin sons? Please and thank you!

A/N: It’s 5am and the ending feels rushed but I wanted to get this out so I hope you enjoy!! Thanks again for the request hun(:

Title: It’s Deku!

Pairing: Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Izuku Midoriya!:

You sighed as you finished bringing in the last of the boxes from the moving truck you rented, happy at the fact you could take a break before you started the rest of your busy day. You stared up at your new place, a nice and small little place you were to call home for now on. Just big enough for you and your boys, and speaking of the rascals,

“Alright my little stars, are you hungry?” You called out to the twins who were playing in the living room, the only other thing occupying it being the boxes you had just set there for the time being. The boys looked up at you with a grin, nodding excitedly while standing and running to each hug one of your legs.

“Yeah momma can we have pizza?”

“Yea pizza pizza!”

They were shaking you, and with the both of them doing it they almost succeeded in making you fall over.

“Woah calm down guys, of course we can. We have to go out anyways since we don’t have food in the fridge, I’ll have to stop by the store too and pick some stuff up, and get everything unpacked..” You rubbed your temple with one hand, trying to calm the raging headache that was forming.

The boys stopped listening after you said okay, cheering as the let go of your legs.

Both boys were the carbon copy of you, and you couldn’t have been more grateful for it, seeing as how you would have hated to have a reminder of their father every single day. The man just wasn’t someone worth remembering, why would you want to after he abandoned you and they boys?

They deserved better than a man who didn’t want them.

Kosuke was a lot more outgoing than his brother, and being the eldest it only made sense. He was into superheroes and action, yelling about how he was ready for his quirk to manifest so he could train and be just like his favorite hero.

Isao was a bit more reserved and nervous in situations, but always following his big brother around with no hesitation. You are often reminded of your own childhood adventures, and you felt a sad sense of nostalgia when you realized your boys acted like your two childhood best friends.

Izuku always used to follow Katsuki around.

You wondered about them constantly, hoping they were alright with all the hero work they were in, Izuku especially. You two had been so close, and had lost contact when you moved away 7 years ago, leaving right after his graduation. You always kept up with his achievements on tv, cheering him on from the sidelines, but that still didn’t stop the hurt that crept in at the thought of leaving him. You never stopped feeling terrible about it, but you just couldn’t stay, you had always wanted to leave this place.

Oh the irony of now returning to your hometown.

“Well let’s go momma we’re hungry!”

“Yeahh!”

“Okay guys, let’s go then!”

“Yay!” They shouted at the same time, running towards the front door to get their shoes on.

You made sure they had a light jacket on as well, even if it wasn’t cold yet, you didn’t want to risk anyone getting sick. Holding both of their hands, you all decided to walk to the mall. It wasn’t that bad of a walk, the mall not being too far away from your new place. It was a bit weird being home, but it made your heart swell with happiness to see your three-year-olds taking in the sights with wide eyes. Laughing and playing on the sidewalk as they let go of your hand, choosing to be a few steps ahead of you instead.

When you reached the mall, you made sure to hold onto them tight as you tried to navigate the place by memory. It seemed as if it hadn’t changed much, the same old shops and food courts, maybe only one or two new stores were open. You guided the kids up the escalator, and walked to your old favorite pizza place before placing your order.

You all sat at a table and began to eat, letting the kids laugh and have their fun while you took time to relax your aching body. It was hard some days, having to do this all alone, but the bright smiles on their faces made it worth it. You’d wouldn’t trade your boys for the world.

“Momma, when do we get to go to school?” Isao asked you, chewing and talking at the same time.

You tsk’d at him, wiping his mouth with a napkin before responding.

“You boys are almost four-”

“We get to go to school AND get our quirks when we’re four, right momma!?” Kosuke puffed out his chest and smacked it, a mouth full of food just like his brother.

“You rowdy kids, chew with your mouth closed! But yes, when your four all of that is going to happen.”

“So we’re going to get your quirk right momma?” Isao asked, while his brother just rolled his eyes at him.

“Well duh, of course we’re getting momma’s quirk dummy.”

“Be nice Kosuke,” You warned, “but you might get my quirk. It may not be exactly like mine, but it’s possible.”

“I want your par-lal-eses quirk!” Kosuke put his hand on Isao, who played along and went stiff and only moved with the tiny giggles coming from his mouth.

“Paralysis yes, I need it when I have you two running around so much.” You ruffled both of their heads before telling them to finish their food, that way they could get back and start unpacking.

They listened for the most part, eating and playing superheroes at the same time. Your mind began to drift back to your teen years, how you’d come with your friends to this very mall and have a blast. You missed the old days sometimes, and wondered how it would have been if you hadn’t left, but if you didn’t, you wouldn’t have your sons.

“We’re done!” They spoke in sync, smiling as they put their plates together with good table manners.

You smiled, grabbing the rest of the trash as you stood to throw it away.

“Stay here my stars, I’ll be back.” You held all the trash in your arms and walked to the waste container on the other side of the room.

You made sure to throw all the trash in the proper bins before setting the trays on top of the island. You grabbed a few napkins and wiped your hands, making a mental note to take the kids to the restroom to wash up before going home. You threw the used napkins away before turning around, walking back to your seat. You glanced up find the booth you were sitting in, only to pause with wide eyes of an empty table. You tried not to panic, rushing back over to see if they were hiding from you underneath, but when you looked under they weren’t there.

Your heart was thumping wildly, snapping your head from side to side, trying to catch a glimpse of your boys. You couldn’t see them in the large crowd, and panic flooded your senses.

“Kosuke!? Isao!!” You called out, your breathing picking up as you ran to find them.

Kosuke was bored, even though you had only been gone for two seconds, and got up from his seat.

“Kosu-nii, you should wait for momma before you get up.” Isao warned, swinging his legs as he patiently waited while watching you walk towards the trash can.

“I am waiting dummy, I’m not going anywhere-” He stopped, squinting at the crowd of people before tugging on his brothers sleeve.

“Hey Isao, doesn’t that look a lot like the top 5 hero..”

“Deku!?”

Both boys looked at each other before rushing off, trying to catch up to their favorite hero while they still had him in their sights.

Izuku pulled his hat down farther down as he heard excited whispers, heading down the escalator to get away from the girls who were eyeing him like candy. He loved his fans, but it was his first day off in two weeks and he really just needed to get a couple of training shirts and get back to home. He just got back from a mission and he really needed a nap to replenish his strength. The Hero Public Safety Commission was getting ready to lay out the new rankings, and talk of him moving up to fourth were being tossed around, but he wasn’t sure. So he had been working more, trying to make that become a reality.

He walked off the escalator, walking towards one of the clothing shops he had come here for and went inside. It was a larger store, and he felt better at the privacy he got inside of it, looking for more shirts in peace. However, that didn’t last for long when he felt something crash into both of his legs.

“Ow-why did you make me run into him dummy?”

“You’re the one who made me run into him, Kosu-nii!”

Deku looked back and saw two kids on the floor, two boys who looked super alike. Their faces had caused a brief flash of your memory pass through his mind before he shook that thought away. He hadn’t seen you in years, no need to think of the painful past at a time like this.

“You kiddos okay?” He smiled, bending down to help them up.

They snapped their gaze to the man, eyes open wide and mouths on the ground.

Izuku easily lifted them, staying crouched down to remain eye level, an easy grin on his face to help calm them down if they were upset.

“Wow..” Isao breathed out.

“It’s really you!” Kosuke finished, a grin taking over his face as he hugged the man.

Izuku almost fell back at the body as the boy flung himself into his chest, but quickly adjusted the body weight and put his right hand on the boys back.

“Kosu-nii you can’t just hug Deku like that out of nowhere!” The other boy huffed, arms crossing.

Izuku noticed he looked a little jealous and so he lifted his left arm up and smiled at him.

“Did you want a hug too?”

Isao didn’t need to be told twice, he quickly threw himself into Izuku’s arms as well, and this time Deku was prepared for it.

They both pulled away, and Izuku swears there were stars in their eyes, and he held back a chuckle at how cute they were. He remembers the days where he’d look at All Might’s videos in the same fashion, they seemed to be around that age as well.

Speaking of a younger age, Izuku glanced around and saw no one who could have been their parents in the store. Since the only other people where the workers and an elderly lady looking at blankets on the other side of the store, not paying attention to them at all.

“Wow! You’re my favoritist hero ever, Deku! Smash!” Kosuke punched the air, imitating Deku’s catchphrase.

Izuku had to hold back another laugh.

“Mine too! We always heard stories from our momma how you’re just the bestest ever!” Isao spoke, a shy smile on his face at being so close to his hero.

“You’re momma’s favoritist hero too!”

“Yeah momma always says you’re the coolest hero.”

“Well, as much as momma loves you, I’m your number one fan! I’m Kosuke!” He grinned, hands on his hips as he puffed his chest out.

“I’m Isao!”

“Well hello Isao, Kosuke, it’s good to meet you. But where’s your mom hm? Is she around here? Or your dad?” Izuku glanced out the shop windows, but didn’t see anyone waiting.

“Oh no, we left her upstairs huh. She’s going to be mad.” Isao pouted, knuckles rubbing together in a nervous manner.

“Yea, it’s just our momma, we don’t have a dad.”

Izuku knew the feeling, his mother the only parent in his life as well.

“Well, let’s get you back up to her okay? She must be worried!” Deku grinned, lifting both boys in the air as they squealed in laughter.

Izuku felt his heart swell, enjoying the laughter and excited questions both boys were asking him. It was easy to pretend as he held the boys in his arms, pretend that they could be kids of his own. He was only 25 but he felt lonely, longing for a family.

Although he knew it’d be hard, with all of his ambitions it’d be better to be single. At one point, he thought he would have someone to spend his time with, but you had left before he could make your friendship into anything more, and he learned to live with the fact that you weren’t coming back.

As much as it pained him to do so.

“Deku, I wanna be a hero just like you,” Kosuke grinned,”But I’ll have my momma’s quirk, and one day I’ll beat you!”

“Kosu-nii you can’t beat Deku!”

Izuku did let out a laugh this time, which caused the older boy to pout.

“You don’t believe me!? My birthday is soon, and as soon as I get my quirk I wanna fight you!”

“Oh? Think you can take me on little man?” Izuku said, a teasing grin on his face.

“I know it! I’ll make it where you can’t move!”

“But Kosu-nii, don’t you remember the video?”

“The video?” Izuku asked.

“Yeah, the one where you had to do a bunch of stuff at school, momma said you were a, uhm…”

“He was a first year dummy! Momma showed us how you got out of that guys hold, you were like, BOOM with your fingers, and he was all AHH.” The kids were now making sound effects, telling him all about his first years U.A. Sports Festival. He felt flattered, the kids knowing so much.

He humored them, but as soon as he reached the top floor he kept a lookout.

“Hey little heroes, tell me, do you see your mom anywhere?”

The boys looked around, trying to see if they could spot her.

“Nope.” Both boys said at the same time, and Izuku only hummed in response.

He walked around for a little longer, before he decided he’d make a call on the malls intercom system.

“Alright boys-” He felt a jab in between his shoulder blades and his body went numb instantly.

He panicked as his grip around the boys went slack and he tried to hold onto them as he fell, but he couldn’t no matter how hard he tried. However the boys were scooped from his arms as he crumbled to the ground, unable to speak or move. He hasn’t experienced this type of total body shutdown since-

“Oh my babies are you alright!? What the hell were you doing with my kids you bastard.”

“Momma! That’s Deku!”

“Don’t be mad at him, we followed him to the store-”

“I-Izuku?”

You were looking down at him in shock, immediately setting your boys down to un-paralyze him. You didn’t realize since you were looking at him from behind, all you saw was a man holding your babies and you struck, trying to make sure they were okay.

Izuku felt like needles were pricking his skin as you touched him to release your quirk. He groaned while sitting up, coming face to face with you as you were crouched down.

“(y-y/n).. It’s really you, I-” He looked back to the boys and saw how similar they really looked to you.

“I’m so sorry Izuku I didn’t know that was you!” You apologized repeatedly, helping him stand up.

He held onto your arms before looking back at the boys, slowly letting you go. They were staring up at him, one with a smug look and the other with a look of worry.

“See, when I get momma’s quirk, I can totally kick your butt.” Kosuke boasted, and you shushed him.

“How impolite, you can’t tell people that Kosuke.”

“If you get your mom’s quirk little man, then you will most definitely beat me.” Izuku said with a smile while he stared at you.

Your cheeks lit up at the praise, and you took a long hard look at the boy, no man, you once knew. He was so different, and you wanted to hug him so bad.

“I missed you,” You threw your arms around him, and he hugged you back too.

His arms tightened around your waist as he buried his face into your neck. His heart thumping wildly at the notion of you in his arms.

“We got to hug him first momma.”

“Yea we did it first!”

The twins stuck their tongues out at you and Izuku let out a laugh, releasing you slowly, finding it difficult to leave your embrace.

“They’re right, they did get hugs from me first.” He teased, and you rolled your eyes in response.

“Thank you, for finding them.”

“Oh it was no problem-”

“As for you brats,” You spoke down to the boys with a stern look on your face, “What have I told you about running off? You know that’s not safe at all, I was so worried.”

“Awh but momma, we saw Deku!”

“Yea, we had to say hi!”

“No kiddos she’s right,” Izuku crouched down to be eye level with them again, “It’s not very heroic to make you mom worried like that. Or run off when you’re not supposed to, I think you need to tell her you’re sorry.”

Both boys frowned, light tears coming to their eyes.

“We’re sorry momma.” Both boys mumbled.

You just hugged them tight, giving them a kiss on the head.

“It’s alright my stars, I’m not mad. I’m glad you’re okay. But you’re never allowed to do that again, got it?”

“Yes.”

“Good, now tell Deku thank you.”

The boys did just that, and Izuku ruffled their hair before giving a thumbs up.

“You’re welcome!” You held back a laugh at how dorky it was, thinking back to All Might and his rambunctious ways. You smiled though, enjoying the moment. When Izuku looked up into your eyes, you felt your heart skip a beat. His eyes remained the same ones you remembered; loving, honest, full of hope and pride.

“Well, thank you again Izuku, I’m sorry about everything. But we have to get going.”

You ignored the boys’ pouts and protests, choosing to bow your head slightly before walking away, throwing one last glance over your shoulder before giving a sad smile.

Izuku’s heart picked up the pace at the thought of you leaving again, so he caught up to and rubbed the back of his neck with a sheepish grin.

“I might as well accompany you, if you don’t mind.”

“I’d love that.”

Izuku walked you all the way back to your house, playing with and holding the kids the entire time, as they took more of his attention than you did. He didn’t mind, really enjoying how sweet they were.

“This is us.” You stopped in front of your place, telling the kids to say goodbye.

They were frowning harder than before, unwillingly saying their goodbyes.

“Are we ever going to see you again Deku?” Isao asked, lip pulled in a pout.

Izuku glanced up at you before looking back down at the boy with a smile.

“Of course kiddo!”

They smiled and ran inside after you unlocked the door for them, and you turned to face the man who walked you home.

“So you’re back.” Izuku stated, and you bite your lip as you looked down.

“Yeah, back here now. I guess I couldn’t stay away.”

“Well, I’m glad then. I really missed you.” He said with a sad smile.

“I missed you too, really. I shouldn’t have waited so long to come back.”

Izuku wasn’t sure how to respond to that, knowing if he did say anything he’d be asking why you hadn’t come back sooner, so he changed the subject.

“They’re both good, cute kids. Look just like you.”

“It’s better that way.”

“How come?”

“Their uh, their dad wasn’t the best guy. Didn’t want them, and I did. Wasn’t going to,” You looked behind you to make sure they weren’t listening, lowering your voice all the same, “I was not going to get rid of my babies. And if he thinks that’s a mistake, that’s his loss.”

“He doesn’t deserve those boys then.” Izuku agreed, and you smiled sadly at him, God how you missed him.

“Izuk-”

“(y/n) wait, I want to say something.”

“Okay, what is it?”

“Uhm, whenever you’re not busy, I’d really like for us to catch up for real. When you have the time of course. Even if you have to bring the boys I, I like their company. They’re pretty funny you know.” He laughed, shoving his hands in his pockets.

“I want nothing more.”

“Good, then it’s a date.” He blushed, looking off to the side as he fixed his hat.

You laughed, pushing his hat down over his face and listening to his whine as you did.

“A date sounds amazing, Izuku.”

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weathergirl8 · 4 years ago

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Master of Deflection - Part 3

Writing sometimes helps....

This is for you @ak47stylegirl and anyone else who enjoys Alan whump/smothering. Of course, there will be some extra Virgil in there too, because I just love the big guy.

@gumnut-logic You had every reason to be wary and suspicious...

As a friendly reminder, I originally came from the TOS and TB 2004 era. I’ve tried to write a few TAG point of views, but my comfort zone is the previous. This will take place with Gordon as the redhead, and Virgil as the middle bro. Sorry!

Summary: Being the youngest of five is always hard, especially when they pounce at the slightest hair out of line. Sometimes the art of deflection can sting.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

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Alan tried to remain calm as the Captain’s grip on him became almost painful. The husky man forced them forward as Alan desperately tried to get his brother’s attention. Virgil was grabbing extra thermal blankets and hand warmers from the corner. The field medic was so engrossed with his task, and Alan loved his instincts for anything medical, but this was one time he needed his older brother to sense something was up.

Almost on cue, the chestnut-haired Tracy paused in his work and turned around slowly. Virgil felt his chest almost drop into his stomach as the sight of Alan helmetless being held at gunpoint met his eyes. He subtly activated his watch and coms before approaching the situation. “Captain, what’s going on?”

“There’s plenty of room to place some of that coal aboard here. You’re going to load it aboard your craft now!” the greying man screamed, tightening his hold on Alan as the gun pushed farther into his neck.

“Easy, Sir. We can talk about this,” Virgil tried to reason, fear for his baby brother pounding with every second. “We don’t need the gun. Can you please put it away, and we’ll talk about it?”

“Virgil, what the hell is going on?” the middle Tracy heard Scott’s concerned voice in his earpiece.

“I’m dead if at least a quarter of that shipment doesn’t survive,” Captain Sterns sneered. “I’ll kill your operative if that’s what it takes to get the message across that I mean business!” the man screamed as he cocked the gun, causing Alan to cry out in pain at the pressure against his neck.

“Virgil, I’m coming down there,” Jeff spoke next.

“No!” Virgil cried. “I hear you, okay? We’ll take the platform down now and get what you need.”

“That’s more like it. You’re both coming with me,” the Captain ordered.

Virgil led the man back onto the rescue platform. The middle Tracy took in a steadying breath as he heard Alan hiss as the Captain yanked the teen forward. “Captain Sterns,” Virgil hesitated. “I have to radio our team that we are going back down to the ship, or they will wonder what is going on. It will only take a moment.”

“If you tip them off, your man is as good as dead,” Sterns warned, his finger playing with the trigger.

Virgil held up his hands. “I won’t, I promise. Please don’t hurt him.”

“Be quick!”

Virgil nodded as he met the determined but fearful eyes of his baby brother. Alan remained composed on the outside, but those baby blue orbs that always expressed so much emotion screamed how scared Alan was. Virgil knew he had to find a way out of this that would not only save his little brother but the passengers on board. “Commander, do you read?” he asked, pretending to press his coms for the first time. “Please advise, we have a crew member unaccounted for and are returning to do a quick search.”

“F.A.B. Virgil, be careful.”

“F.A.B,” Virgil responded as he fidgeted with an item along his belt. The middle Tracy never took his eyes off his little brother. “We are clear, Captain.”

Alan watched Virgil, studying his movements. Out of the Captain’s view, Alan could see his brother reaching inside the small pouch that typically contained medical supplies. The youngest Tracy met Virgil’s now stern gaze; the field medic’s body was stiff. Virgil moved toward the two slowly. Alan could feel Captain Sterns growing uneasy behind him.

“What are you doing?” the older man asked.

“I have to press the control manually,” Virgil said, keeping calm. “You are standing by it.”

The Captain turned his head, looking for the so-called switch. Virgil knew it was now or never. “ALAN, DROP!” the middle Tracy shouted and lunged toward the crazed Captain, plunging a syringe into the man’s neck. The two wrestled, causing the gun to go off. Virgil punched the man, knocking the Captain out cold as the fast-acting sedative took full effect.

Virgil leaned back, breathing hard, his honey eyes immediately searching for his baby brother. “Alan!” he cried as he worked his helmet off and rushed toward his prone sibling. “Allie, are you okay?”

Almost in shock, Alan looked up at him before returning his gaze to a hole along the platform that resided just a few inches to his right.

“Alan, talk to me. Are you hit?” Virgil asked as he frantically began searching for a gunshot wound.

“I’m okay,” the blonde finally answered, pushing himself to his feet allowing Virgil to place his arms around him. “I’m not hit. Are you okay?”

Virgil hugged his baby brother fiercely. “I’m alright.” An unspoken thankful prayer lingered in the air between them.

“Virgil! Alan!” they heard their father’s voice yell as Jeff entered the room. “Are you boys hit?”

“We’re okay, Dad,” Virgil said, not letting go of Alan. “Knocked the Captain out with a sedative.”

Jeff calmed himself as he hugged his two children. “Situation is contained,” he said across his earpiece. “John, notify authorities to meet us at Prudhoe Bay. Gordon, prepare for retrieval. Scott, give us a few minutes to secure and restrain Captain Sterns and then follow us to Prudhoe.”

They each acknowledged their orders, leaving Jeff to look after his middle and youngest sons. “Are you sure you’re both alright?”

Alan looked at Virgil for a moment before looking back at Jeff’s uneasy gaze. “I’m okay, Dad. I promise.”

“Might have a few new bruises to nurse in the morning, but all good,” Virgil said with a smile.

“Okay,” Jeff said, relieved. “Virgil, help me take care of the Captain. Alan, I want you to change out of that soaked uniform and then meet me in the cockpit. No arguments.”

Alan paused but then nodded and headed toward the front of Thunderbird 2.

Virgil watched Alan walk away with worry, his hazel eyes finally catching where the stray bullet had landed. It had been so damn close….

-TB-

Tense energy filled each of them as they returned home, making the radio waves eerily silent. Pulling Thunderbird 2 into the hanger, Virgil tried to erase the memory of his baby brother being held at gunpoint from his mind. Turning from his seat, he met Gordon’s concerned gaze as the two noticed Alan was out cold. Alan had only mentioned his headache had increased after the incident, but otherwise, he was fine. Not wanting to cause an argument, Virgil let it go. “Go on, I’ll wake him,” Virgil told Gordon and their father. “Alan?” he called, as he gently shook his baby brother awake. The eighteen-year-old slowly opened his eyes. “We’re home, kiddo.”

Alan nodded and tried to return the smile his brother gave him. The teen fought against the exhaustion that seemed to overwhelm him. His head fiercely pounded as he felt chills running throughout his body. “Thanks,” he replied hoarsely.

Virgil eyed him with unease. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” Alan answered quickly and stood up from his seat. “I’m going to go take a shower, and then I’ll be down for debrief.”

Virgil hesitated but decided to give Alan some space. Now was not the time to push. “Good idea, Sprout. We’ll see you in a bit.”

“Don’t call me Sprout,” Alan grumbled lightly.

“Fine, Squirt,” Virgil smiled.

Alan rolled his eyes and headed toward his room. That warm shower sounded better and better with each passing second.

Gordon watched Alan as he entered the elevator that led to the main living quarters. “Is he okay?”

Virgil sighed. “I think he will be.”

Gordon nodded, looking in the direction Alan had gone once more before returning his attention to his immediate older brother. “What about you?”

“What do you mean?” Virgil asked, confused as they exited Thunderbird 2.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Virg,” Gordon paused. “If someone pointed a gun at Alan in my presence, I would be furious and probably have nightmares for a while.”

“Yea…,” Virgil stammered. “I’d rather save the details for debrief. I only want to tell the story again once.”

“I get it,” Gordon nodded, leading them toward the elevator. “It sounded so scary over the coms.”

“It was. It was so damn close, Gordon,” Virgil admitted, his voice tight. The horror still replaying over and over in his head. “That stray bullet missed Alan by a few inches.”

“Glad you knocked that Captain a good one then,” Gordon said. “You don’t mess with a Tracy.”

Virgil smiled, catching the mischievous glint in his younger brother’s eye. “Indeed.”

“Anyway,” Gordon said, leaning against the wall of the elevator. “If you need to talk about it after debrief, I’ll be around.”

“Thanks, Gordo. I’ll keep that in mind.”

-TB-

Alan slowly dried himself off from his warm shower as exhaustion threatened to overtake him once more. The warm shower did nothing to ease the ache in his body nor to warm him. He felt chilled to the bone.

Stepping out of the shower, he cleared his throat as a tickle threatened to make him cough. Looking at himself in the mirror, Alan couldn’t help but frown as he noticed dark circles hooded his eyes. His head pounded, its return the result of the likely growing bruise on the back of his neck from Captain Sterns’ gun.

Another shiver ran through Alan’s body as his mind replayed the events of the previous rescue. It could’ve ended so differently, but Alan was ever thankful for his quick thinking older brother. Sighing, the teen reached for a t-shirt from his dresser and a thick pair of lounge pants that he hoped would help get rid of the chill in his body.

Reaching for his watch from his nightstand, Alan had to steady himself against his bed as a bought of dizziness overwhelmed him. “Okay, so maybe this isn’t just a migraine,” he said aloud to himself. Maybe it was just the effects of the day?

“I just need to sleep this off,” Alan said to himself. How to get his brothers and father to give him some space? Alan knew just what to do.

Turning the light off in his room, Alan sat down on his bed and called his father on his watch.

“Alan?” Jeff answered, concerned.

“Dad, is it okay if I skip debrief and eat dinner later? I’ve got a pounding headache and really just want to stay where it’s quiet and dark.”

Jeff frowned, the events of the day weighing heavily on his mind. “Are you okay, Alan? I can send Virgil up.”

“No,” Alan sighed. “I already took another Excedrin. I think I just need to sleep it off.”

Jeff studied his son’s shadowy features for a moment before finally answering. “Okay, get some rest, and I’ll check in on you in a little while.”

“Okay, thanks Dad,” Alan smiled gratefully and disconnected the line. Taking in a deep breath, he groaned as he laid down in the bed. Alan prayed sleep was all he needed. Pulling the covers over his body, he tried to relax as his head pounded once more.

TBC…

#thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2004 #alan tracy #virgil tracy #jeff tracy #gordon tracy #scott tracy #john tracy #writing #my writing #fanfic #part 3

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pretend-writer · 5 years ago

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A Little Bit Longer (Supernatural x Teen Wolf)

Crossover

Summary: As she doubts her boyfriend, Y/N confronts Stiles about cheating.

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader, Winchester x sister!reader

Title Reference: A Little Bit Longer x Jonas Brothers

Word Count: 1682 words

Warning: angst, cheating, violence, swearing

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"Please don't tell me you're going to order the milkshake, Y/N." Sam rested his head on his arm, watching me as I grinned widely.

"Of course I am. That's the best part about this diner." I placed the menu down and sighed, "Especially after Stiles ditched me today, I kind of need it."

Dean grunted, "Whatever. You act like you didn't just see him."

"For your information, I haven't seen him in over a week."

"Boo-hoo."

Sam nudged Dean on his arm, "Give her a break dude. A week is a pretty long time, we solved two cases since."

"Well if you're such a sob, why don't you surprise him and drop by?" Dean let out a suggestion, which really wasn't a bad idea.

Except for the fact that I didn't know what he was doing. I don't want to visit him unexpectedly and see Stiles freaking out for some reason.

Seeing the worried expression on my face, Sam let out a breath. "Don't think too much into it. If he ditches you again or doesn't try to text you, just start asking questions."

"Haha, make him squirm. I love that." Dean laughed.

I starred at my oldest brother and rolled my eyes. It pissed me off that Dean always joked around with my misery. Scooting off the booth, I got out of my seat. "I'm going to go order my milkshake now."

Sam and Dean started bickering from behind as they fought about me and my attitude. Ignoring them, I continued to walk towards the counter.

As I was waiting by the counter, I noticed a wallet sitting there unintended. It was familiar but I didn't think too deep into it. The waitress that was behind the counter smiled as I handed the wallet.

She flipped the wallet, looking inside to identify the person by their ID. "Mi.. Miec... Stilinski... Wow the first name i-"

"Wait, can I see the ID please? I think I know the person." I kindly asked, hoping that she would show me the card.

As she flashed the ID at me, I immediately knew who it belonged to. It wasn't like I didn't know it was Stiles' the moment the waitress tried to pronounce his name. I just had to make sure it was really his drivers license.

"Seems like you know him... The look in your face says so. Are you alright?" The waitress was really friendly, which was why I loved this diner.

"Uhh yeah. A close friend of mine, actually. Mind if I give it to him?" It probably came off as sketchy but this could be an excuse to go see him, as pathetic as that sounded.

"I trust you, go ahead." She smiled as she wiped off the counter. "Worse case, Stilinski comes back and I remember your face."

A giggle escaped my mouth, the waitress laughing with me also. "You're right. Thank you."

Gripping the wallet tightly, I sat back down to the booth next to Sam.

"So chocolate? Cookie and Cream? Vanilla?"

"Huh?" I questioned Sam, looking puzzled as I starred at the wallet. Nothing really made sense to why my boyfriend's wallet was here.

Maybe I was thinking too much of it; Was he here by himself? Perhaps with a girl? Stiles knew this diner was my favorite place to eat at. I sounded like a crazy girlfriend but there was nothing but doubt on my mind.

"Stop doing that overthinking crap, don't worry." Dean said before taking a huge bite off of his burger.

Opening the wallet once again, I starred at Stiles' picture on his license. He was too sweet to mess around with other girls, I knew that much. Or did I?

I checked the pockets to see if I can find anything; There was just a condom, some cash and few receipts. Picking up the first receipts that was crumpled up between ten dollar bills, I read it to see if there was perhaps any clues.

"I'll be in the car." My heart dropped as I re-crumpled the receipt back into Stiles' wallet and stormed out the door.

Sam followed me outside. "Y/N, Y/N!"

"Stiles was here this morning!" I started crying, I honestly was exhausted from having him in my mind all the time. "He was just here..."

"Okay, okay. Let's go home okay? We'll talk about it at home."

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"That fucking prick!" Dean slammed the front door as we got into the house. "Call him here, now!"

Sam walked over to Dean, "Hey calm down. We don't know anything yet. The only thing we know for sure is that he was at the diner."

"You better punch him in the face or I will, Y/N." Dean huffed, pacing back and forth.

"He's on his way..." I mumbled, turning off my phone as I checked my text from Stiles. "... After I told him it's an emergency."

Dean shook his head, "I'm fuming. Funny how now he wants to show up."

"I'm glad you're mad at him for me, Dean but I need to do this on my own okay?"

He nodded, his face clearly stated that he was beyond pissed. I looked at both my brothers, "I'll be upstairs in my room."

The sound of footsteps followed me from behind but I heard it stop as Sam mumbled something under his breath. I suppose Dean tried to come with me, which was refreshing because that meant my brothers were really looking out for me.

Sitting on my bed for about five minutes, I heard a knock on my door. Stiles came in with a nervous look on his face, "Long time no see."

"And who is it to blame?" I didn't bring him here to be petty, it was just that all my anger and confusing had me going crazy.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Stiles closed the door behind him and approached the bed. "I've been busy."

"You were so busy you forgot your wallet." I smiled sarcastically, lightly throwing his wallet towards his chest as he caught it. "Guess where I found it?"

Stiles put his wallet away into his pocket, sighing. "The last place I remember seeing it was at the diner."

Curling my lips, I starred at him. I didn't know what else to say anymore. I was scared of what his answer was going to be if I asked him.

"You ditched me today to go to a diner, with who?"

"I went by myself."

That was a lie. "Do you want to try again?"

"Y/N, I was by myself."

"You have a receipt in your wallet and you ordered food and drinks for two people!" My tone was louder and much angrier. "If you're lying about going to the fucking diner by yourself, I can assume that you were with some girl."

Stiles stood still, he was emotionless. His mouth was opened, figuring out what he should say to somewhat make me feel better.

“So am I right?” I shouted at him, dying to know the answer at this point. It was frustrating seeing him freeze, I knew he was guilty.

“I don’t know what to say...” Stiles murmured.

Tears immediately flooded down my face as he confirmed my assumptions. Everything was true, I wasn’t being paranoid. This time however, I wish I wasn’t right because my heart felt like it was crushed into billions of pieces.

“What about an apology for starters? You don’t even have an excuse to defend yourself?!” I shoved him, having mixed feelings between anger and sadness.

“Y/N, I am sorry and I don’t have an excuse for any of this. What I did was wrong, I’m truly sorry.”

“Why did you keep this from me?”

Dean and Sam rushed into my room, they must of heard banging from when I pushed Stiles. Being occupied, I honestly didn’t think it was loud at all.

“You can show yourself out.” Sam spoke in a deep voice as he pointed towards the door. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him so furious like this before.

“Not so fast, buddy.” Dean pulled Stiles in, grabbing him by his collar. He swung his arm behind and landed his fist into Stiles’ cheek.

“Dean!” I screamed, kneeling down next to Stiles after he fell to the floor.

The oldest brother huffed, “What you’re defending this asshole?”

“Of course not! Dean, I told you I’m taking care of this myself.” After helping Stiles off of the floor, I pulled him downstairs all the way to my front door.

“Thanks.” Stiles sighed. “Your brother would’ve killed me.”

“As much as I want that, I know for sure he would kill you and I can’t have Dean in prison forever.” I bit my lips and looked at him. There was already a bruise forming on his left cheek, I hate that I still cared that he was hurt. “Make sure you ice that, I’m sure your new girlfriend will be glad to help you.”

Stiles shook his head, “Can we talk about this? It was a mistake and I love you. Y/N, I want you and not her.”

“Goodbye, Stiles.” Seeing his sad and beat up face made it hard to close the door on him but it had to be done. As I locked the door, the tears continued to stream down.

“Y/N.” I heard Sam’s soft voice from behind. Quickly turning around, I jumped onto him and started to cry into his chest.

“I’m so sorry, kiddo.” He stroked my head, hugging me tightly.

Dean walked from behind Sam, “Hey, I didn’t mean to punch Stiles. It was just a reaction and I know you said you wanted to do it on your own bu-”

“No, thank you for being there for me. I’ll always need you even if I deny it sometimes.” I reached my arm, inviting Dean into the hug. “Besides, he deserved it.”

“I’ll always be there for you, champ.” Dean squeezed me tightly. “And honestly, we’re the only men that should be in your life.”

“Uh-huh.” I looked at both my brothers and smiled.

#supernatural fic #supernatural oneshot #winsister oneshot #winsister #winchester xsister!reader #wnchester sister fic #dean winchester x sister!reader #sam winchester x sister!reader #teen wolf fic #teen wolf one shot #stiles stilinski fic #stiles stilinski one shot #stiles stilinski x reader

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schweeeppess · 5 years ago

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walk slow through the fire

Dick walked down the alley, hood pulled over his head, hands in his pockets, lollipop poking out between his lips, gun holstered on his thigh.

He hummed as he walked, ignoring the water that would splash on his shoe when he stepped in some of the countless puddles in the alley.

After twenty minutes of walking through the winding and crossing back-alleys of Gotham City, Dick paused next to an abandoned building and craned his neck back to look up at a window several feet above him. It was closed, like it always is, and there were no possible ways of entering the building through it aside from rappelling from the roof.

Unless you’re Dick Grayson.

Spitting out the lollipop stick, Dick double-checked the holster at his hip to make sure the gun was secured, then looked back up at the window and rubbed his gloved hands together.

“Up I go,” he mumbled. He walked a few steps back, then took a running start at the wall under the window, jumping up to kick off of it onto the wall of the brick building directly across from it, which he kicked off of with his other foot. He repeated the kick-off motion until he could reach the window.

Once he was grabbing onto the windowsill, he let his legs dangle in the air for a few seconds, then leaned his arm completely on the small sill to free his other hand up to push the window open, then once it was open wide enough, he pulled himself inside the rest of the way and fell a few feet onto the walkway under the window.

Smiling, he grabbed the pole resting against the wall they used to close the window whenever they came in through it.

After the window was closed, Dick set the pole back down, dug a hand into the pocket of his jeans, grabbed a lollipop, took the wrapper off, stuck it in his mouth, then turned to start walking down the walkway for his room.

Dick admired the holiday lights that were strung on the walls and hung off the exposed rafters of the high ceiling to the outwardly decrepit building, shining bright even though it was the middle of February, that he’d put up years ago when they first moved into the building. Gradually, as the years passed, and when they returned to the building for work or vacationing, he’d added more of different kinds.

Now it looked like a teenager’s aesthetic dream.

Tim walked out of his room, apparently reading a book in his hands, and started walking in the direction Dick was coming from. He paused three steps in and turned to face the railing, putting a finger in the book to keep his place as he closed it, then swinging himself over and to the main floor of the building with a “Welcome back, Dick,” as he did. When he hit the ground, he rolled once then stood and resumed reading his book as he walked to the kitchen area.

Dick smiled and lifted a hand in a half-hearted salute to his brother, who wouldn’t have seen it even if he weren’t reading the book since the kitchen was perpendicular to Dick’s position.

Tim was smart, and incredibly so. His nose was always buried in a book. Whether it was about psychology or three teenagers taking a spaceship for a joyride through the galaxy together, Tim would read it. He had a sort of fascination with fictional stories, almost obsessing over the skill a writer must have to create an entire world for others to enjoy and play in; to create an entire universe several thousands of people could visit whenever they wanted. He liked to balance his reading of fiction with his reading of education, though, buying—or stealing, whichever was most convenient—books about criminology and psychology whenever he had the chance to.

Tim was as avid with his training as he was with his reading, spending hours in the training room with several different weapons and practicing different fighting styles. There were times where Tim was a normal young adult, early into his twenties—and, therefore, adulthood, though he’d technically been an adult since his third kill—when he would talk and ramble about a subject for hours or days. He could tell you three facts about disassembling a car’s engine in minutes without pausing to catch breath.

Killing people, for Tim, was just as impersonal as it was for Jason. They didn’t care about what they were doing. Tim was the youngest to be sent to complete field training, assigned to be instructed by Rose through it. He’d been groomed for this practice since early childhood. It made sense that he would be the youngest at nine years old.

His choice in weapons mattered as much to Tim as it would to an elephant if you put a wide array of them before it. Ranged or not, Tim didn’t care. He would work with whatever he was provided, be it a pencil, a stapler, or a metal baseball. The job was in the end, just a job. Nothing more, and nothing less.

On the way to his room, Dick passed Jason’s. The door to his brother’s room was open, so Dick paused outside of it to poke his head inside to check on his brother.

Jason was in the middle of securing the straps of his uniform and raised a brow when he looked up and saw Dick standing there.

“Back already?” he asked, returning his attention to his task and kneeling down on one knee to secure his boots.

“Yep,” Dick replied casually, popping the ‘p’ as he spoke around the lollipop and leaned on the doorframe. “Going out so soon?”

Jason nodded, straightening and turning to his weapons drawer.

“Yeah.” He selected two katanas, a handful of throwing knives, and a hunter’s blade, then tucked the weapons in their respective holsters strapped to his person.

Dick took notice of the weapons type and inquired, “Political deal?”

Again Jason nodded. “Apparently, the dude paid a generous amount of cash for this to be done perfectly. It’s some judge’s… something, I don’t know, maybe a rival. He or she wants us to make sure that the kill isn’t traceable to them. I have to make it look personal, like someone in the guy’s inner circle did it.”

Humming, Dick nodded this time and left to let his little brother finish prepping for his assignment.

Jason was the one to go to if you needed a professional kill of a political or high-order business caliber. He could manage any kind of undercover op like he’d been raised in the environment he needed to infiltrate. If it was a crime organization deal, he almost was raised in the environment. Really, they all were, Dick supposed.

Out of the three brothers, Jason was second youngest to be allowed out for training, having been only ten when he went out to begin field training with Grant. If asked, his brothers would tell you Jason had no styles or weapon of preference, but they knew otherwise. Jason’s favorite weapons were his sniper rifle, that he’d been customizing himself since he was thirteen, and his kris blade, that he’d been gifted at sixteen.

He, like Tim, didn’t have any sort of personal preference for ranged or melee weapons. Their jobs were impersonal no matter the details of them. In the end, for Jason and Tim, they were just assignments. As far as they were concerned, there was nothing to hesitate over. They weren’t killing people. They were earning money.

It was a dangerous mentality for anyone to have, but it was a realistic one for their line of business. Get too involved in a job and it would be your downfall.

Stopping by Damian’s door, Dick decided to check in on his youngest brother and knocked on the teen’s door.

“Enter.”

Twisting the doorknob and opening the door, Dick walked into the room and sat in the chair to Damian’s desk, arms leaning on the back of it and chin resting on his folded arms.

“Welcome back, Richard.”

Damian was sitting cross-legged on his bed, swiping through whatever screens he was looking at on his tablet. On the nightstand beside the bed was a steaming bowl of noodles with chopsticks resting on the lip of the bowl. The food didn’t look touched, and Dick knew his little brother would continue to neglect the meal unless someone reminded him it was there.

“Thanks kiddo,” he said, reaching to move the lollipop in his mouth between his molars, then biting down hard until he felt it break. Dick continued to chew loudly on the lollipop until Damian huffed and shifted the tablet to an acceptable position in his lap, then reached blindly for the bowl of noodles until he grabbed it and brought it close to his chest.

Brow furrowed and eyes scanning the page his tablet was on, Damian started eating his food.

Satisfied, Dick nodded and stood, walking to the trash bin in Damian’s room and depositing the stick of the now-eaten lollipop into it.

“Your task passed without hindrance?” Damian asked between bites.

“It did,” Dick answered. He walked over to the bed to ruffle Damian’s hair—earning a half-hearted tsk—before heading to resume the walk for his room.

Damian was a good kid. If he didn’t have his eyes glued to the tablet reading up on their past completed assignments, he was either on the phone with a friend or his contractor, or in the training room perfecting his strategies and further honing sharp skills. He had a few sketchbooks lying around, almost more than half of them filled with menial little nothings that he found interesting. Damian drew with an artistic skill that he translated over to his fighting style, almost surgical with the brushes and strokes of his swords.

Unlike Jason and Tim, who were both skilled with both guns and blades, Damian’s primary weapons were bladed ones. He had a double edged sword among a wide variety of other, much rarer blades. The weapons were far more personal than any gun could be, and those were the only kinds of jobs Damian did, even since he was twelve and first allowed out to begin field training with Joseph.

Dick admired his brothers and their unique preferences.

In the hall he saw Jason stepping out of his room, black domino secured to his face.

“You eat yet?” Dick asked, pausing.

Jason scoffed. “I’m the only one with normal eating habits here; ‘course I did, you dunce.”

Dick nodded and Jason jogged off to leave for his job.

Now that he’d checked on all three of his brothers, however briefly with Tim, Dick could go to his room and be at peace.

Opening the door and stepping into his room, Dick looked around briefly to make sure it was empty before closing the door behind him and removing the gun at his thigh—the only weapon he’d chosen to take with him for the short and easy job of taking out some random street thugs. The assignment had taken five minutes to complete once Dick had arrived at the designated location. Normally it would be called embarrassingly quick, for seven gang members, but it was almost expected since it was Dick who had killed them—not that anyone but him, his brothers, his trainer, and his contractor would know it.

He deposited the gun on his dresser and began to change out of the casual street wear, dropping the clothes into the hamper by the bathroom door as he headed to take a shower and wash Gotham off of him.

Dick wasn’t as secure in his identity as a killer as his younger brothers were. If you asked Tim why, he’d tell you it was a psychological matter; a hesitation in him that he’d gotten from his eight years living with acrobats in the circus. They’d raised him to be a good man, a good person—had taught him good civilian values and morals.

But his time with them had been cut short by a man by the name of Tony Zucco. Maybe if he’d stayed with them into adulthood, Dick would’ve been different. He wouldn’t have gone down the route he had, would’ve stayed with Haly’s Circus and become a master acrobat there.

It just wasn’t how his story had played out, though.

His weapons of choice were all guns. Blades made kills personal in a way Dick could never handle. Guns were impersonal. You could kill someone from fifty feet away with a gun, you didn’t need to get up close and be a foot away from the victim.

Victim. Even the word he used to describe the people they killed humanized and personalized them. To his brothers, they weren’t victims, they were assignments.

But in Dick’s grey-stained eyes, they were victims.

As the warm water washed his sin off in red rivulets, Dick closed his eyes to the blood, like he always did. He couldn’t watch the blood drip from his hands—which were only stained because he always dug the bullets out of any bodies they got caught in. He couldn’t answer the question of why he did it if he was asked honestly. He’d lie. It was just his job to now.

His shower ended fifteen minutes later, and Dick stared up at the ceiling, thinking about meaningless hypotheticals. Like how different his life would’ve been if he’d stayed with his parents, how different his life would be if Haly had paid the protection money, how different his life would be if he hadn’t been taken in by the men he had been.

Maybe the multiverse is real, he thought to himself, staring at the lights hanging above him like they were stars. And maybe in one of them I’m a hero.

Two seconds later he scoffed at the idea.

His hands were made for killing.

....but what if they weren’t?

And what if fish were made for flying?

#this can be a one-shot #if u want #on ao3 it's gonna be a multichap!#my writing #my work #my fanfiction #fanfiction #Dick Grayson #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #Damian Wayne #Batfam au #Mercenary AU #hope u like!!!#tw blood mention #tw killing #enjoy my friends :)#walk through the fire

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hold-our-destiny · 4 years ago

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He’s safe (because of you)

My gift for the @friendly-neighborhood-exchange

This is for @bluepudge

Rating: Teen

Relationships: Tony stark & Peter parker

Characters: Tony stark, peter parker, Happy hogan, harley keener, Aldrich killian.

(you can also read it on ao3 but i can’t link that right now)

Tony should go to therapy.

He’d been meaning to, he swears. Just with the attack on new york, and Fury breathing down his neck, he’d been a little preoccupied. But that’s no excuse.

He’d suggested Peter go to therapy, after having to see his ransom video, deal with his drunkenness and, oh yeah, face obie in a 10 foot tall iron man suit, Tony expected him to have some kind of trauma.

But… he didn’t. If anything, he helped Tony with his trauma, helping him get rid of all the weapons, finding a new element to help his arc reactor and dragging Tony to bed every 48 hours, he was a saint, he was just like Tony- no- he was better.

He’d woken up too many times screaming, thanking everything holy the room was soundproof. He knew after staying awake for more than 3 days, he’d mess up. He just didn’t know how.

Or how badly.

He was in the wormhole again, trying, begging, praying Peter would just pick up the goddamn phone. He wanted to say goodbye to his kid one last time. He didn’t even know if the fight had gotten to his school. God, what if he was hurt? He gasped as the call cut off the same time JARVIS did. Static filling the silence as the screens glitched and filtered into nothing.

He looked at the view he had, millions of stars surrounding him. Well, under any other circumstances, he’d consider it beautiful. This is a good place to die. Tony had wondered about the universe for years, trying to find out if there actually were life on other planets. When he was younger, not long after his parents death, he’d ask Rhodey ‘tell me about what you see, about the stars’. Logically, he knew Rhodey wouldn’t be able to see that far as he was flying but-

Yeah, this is a good place to die.

He’d miss his life, he’d miss the slow sunday mornings with Peter, making pancakes for breakfast and watching movies all day. He’d miss the way his face lights up when he gets to work on a suit with him, the way his laugh fills the room. God, he’d miss his kid so much.

He’s safe, because of you

Slowly, he accepted his fate, taking a breath and letting the missile go, eyes wide as he watched it collide with the alien ship, an explosion brightening the sky, he’d never seen anything like it. He shook slightly as he processed the bright expanse of colours littering the space around him, the fire slowly coming towards him. He let his body go limp, eyes closing, he only had one other thought. Please be okay, Pete, be better than me.

HE woke up with a start.

Hearing Peter’s yell, the bed jolting as the teenager moved quickly, Tony sat up and met the eyes of his suit. Wait, his suit?

Dismantling the suit quickly, Tony’s eyes searched the room for his kid, hearing a groan from the opposite wall, his eyes landed on a body crumpled at the bottom of it. Tony skidded to his knees in front of the teenager, moving him onto his back slightly roughly and searching for a pulse. He breathed out a sigh when he found one.

Peter groaned again as his eyes fluttered open, hand reaching around to search the back of his head, wincing when it touched a certain area, he tried to sit up.

“Woah, woah, buster, don’t go doing that” Groggily, Peter nodded, apparently still trying to get his thoughts in order.

He sat up quickly, “Holy shit, Dad! Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay, now lay back down-”

“You were screaming in your sleep and your breathing was all messed up, I was trying to help wake you up but your suit... i don’t know what it did but it did something-” Tony sighed, effectively silencing Peter’s rambles.

“Seriously, are you okay?” Tony nodded, counting in his head and matching his breathing, not letting Peter see him weak.

But still, Peter didn’t move, sat next to his shaking father, in the corner of the spacious bedroom.

“Why don’t you go back to bed, kiddo?” Peter shook his head, an adorable expression on his face as his curls bounced.

“Nope. You stay with me after my nightmares, why can’t I stay with you?”

Tony breathed out a laugh, shaking his head slightly. He looked up and met his kid’s eyes- god what did he do to make this kid so great- a smile still on his face, before pulling him into a hug.

He buried his face in the kid’s hair, they always did this, after a nightmare. Nightmares about New York, Afghanistan, Peter thinking Tony’s still lost. They just liked to sit there and breathe each other in, sure they were okay.

Peter breathed out a sigh, sinking further into the embrace.

_____________

“Hey, kid. You supposed to be in here?”

The kid- he couldn’t be older than 15- was sat at the desk chair, swinging his legs widely, head tipped back over in the seat with an almost bored expression on his face. Killian wouldn’t really be objecting, considering a lot of people brought their kids to work but… this was Tony stark’s office.

The kid looked up, grinning, “Yup!” before going back to what he was doing.

“Really? I doubt Stark would let kids play in his office” Killian scoffed, not believing the attitude of this kid.

“I’m not playing,” He said simply.

“Then what are you doing?”

“Waiting”

Not even a second later, Killian felt a presence behind him, turning to see a bigger man than himself, badge reading ‘head of security’, he quickly moved away from the doorway.

The man moved inside, eyes immediately locking on the kid, “Hey Pete, you ready to go? Your dad wants you back by 7”

Killian’s eyes went wide at the realisation, quickly going to walk away.

“Hey you,” He slowly turned around, trying to put on a cool persona again.

“Yeah?” The head of security scowled.

“Don’t but your head into business that doesn’t concern you. If the kid wasn’t supposed to be in there, he wouldn’t be.” He put simply, before making a ‘shoo’ motion with his hand.

________

“Did he bother you, pete?” Happy said quietly once the stranger walked away.

“Nope,” The teenager said simply, before adding, “He was just kinda rude,”

Happy chuckled, one hand on the kid’s back as he led him to the car.

Quickly hopping into the back, the teenager pulled out his phone, texting his dad a quick ‘on our way home :)” and getting a response back, he smiled before putting it back in his pocket.

He looked out the window as they stopped next to a public park, waiting for the light to turn green. Peter’s eyes narrowed as he saw the two men sat oddly close together, passing a briefcase together before one of them turned to leave, stopped as the other said something Peter couldn’t make out from the distance.

The two men argued for a moment before the other one turned to leave, the first one started- Oh shit.

“Happy-” Peter yelled out before the car was engulfed by a bright light, tipping it over and pushing Peter into the other door.

He squinted his eyes open through the smoke, undoing his seatbelt and falling to the floor quickly, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone, pulling up his dad’s number immediately.

“Pete?”

“Dad” The teenager sobbed out, coughing as he inhaled more of the smoke, he heard some movement on the other end as he assumed his dad called a suit, “There was these two guys arguing and i don't know what happened but there was an explosion and-”

“Wait, wait, peter. Breathe, okay? Can you check on Happy for me? Can you do that?” Peter nodded, mumbling out a ‘mmhm’ before trying to look over the front seat, while simultaneously avoiding the broken glass in the way.

His eyes landed on the unconscious driver, a few cuts over his body from the glass but nothing major, “he doesn’t look very hurt,”

“That’s good, I’m on my way, you think you can stay put for a while?” Peter agreed before sitting back on the seat, eyes blurring slightly as he let most of his muscles relax, only keeping the phone up to his ear, “You can’t go to sleep, buddy, you gotta stay awake in case you have a concussion, okay?”

“Yeah, that makes sense” Peter mumbled, already hearing the repulsors getting closer. Damn, he could use a dad hug right now.

________

Peter was cleared to leave pretty quickly, compared to Happy who had to stay in for observation, (Peter gave up begging his dad to let him stay with Happy after 3 hours).

They quickly headed to the house again, Tony waiting for Peter downstairs as the teenager got his stuff together for a week at Ned’s house- Tony couldn’t let him get caught in the crossfire.

“Why do i have to go, dad? I wanna stay here with you” Peter repeated for the fifth time, Tony’s heart ached every time he did but he wouldn’t be able to budge on this.

“We’ve already talked about this, pete. There’s some bad guys after me and you’ve gotta go somewhere safe-”

“You can say ‘terrorists’ dad, I’m not nine” Peter scoffed, Tony knew he didn’t mean it, he just wanted to seem mad at his dad.

“Come on, now, don’t do this to me, kid. You know i’d let you stay here if i could but I’m not putting you in danger,” -not again, not after afghanistan and new york, not ever-”Now, you remembered your toothbrush?”

Peter scoffed but nodded, as both of them walked towards the front door, opening it to see someone already stood there, hand raised as if to knock. She stumbled back slightly, at seeing the father and son.

Peter didn’t listen as his dad and the woman- maya, she said- argued, opting to instead, look out the window, watching the various boats across the sea.

His eyes widened as he saw helicopters and- oh god not again-

“Dad!” He turned to see his father’s eyes widen as he saw what was coming towards the house, arms moving in a way Peter couldn’t describe and soon he was encased in a suit, one of his dad’s suits. The display lit up as it activated, JARVIS giving him a quick greeting before taking over the suit and helping Maya out of the rubble.

As they crossed the front door, Peter looked back, desperately searching for his dad, eyes scanning the destruction. It was barely a second before the suit was retracting and flying back through the rubble, down into the water. Peter held his breath for a moment, trying to find and evidence his dad was alive.

It felt like he stood there for hours, looking into the dark sea, before he heaved out a sigh and turned around. Maya was looking at him, wearing a solemn look on her face, before pulling the kid into her arms. Peter was sure at some point in their very brief interaction (God it happened so quickly) she’d mentioned having a kid of her own, he guessed this was some maternal instinct. Peter didn’t care as he choked out a sob, letting the tears fall freely as he processed what had just happened. His worst fear, the thing that had haunted his nightmares for the past five years-

He was gone.

_____________

“Woah, is that iron man?”

Tony paused, “Technically i am,”

“Cool” The same childlike wonder that Peter had- has, he’s not- he can’t be-

Tony was still cold, chills running through his body under the poncho he stole from the mannequin. He’d barely been able to get out of the suit before JARVIS shut down, not being able to ask about Peter- not being able to know if he’s alive, he has to be alive, he has to be-

“Okay, here’s what I need-” Tony continued, trying to distract himself from the growing darkness in his mind, not having taken his anxiety medication today ad already regretting it. Well, he says already, but it's past 10pm at this point.

The kid- Harley- hurried away to get what Tony needed. First plan of action, get JARVIS online and check on Peter, then deal with everyone else.

_________

Yeah the next few days didn’t go too well either, and suddenly he was locked up and tied to a bed frame in a cold, concrete warehouse.

And there was maya hansen talking to him and he couldn’t concentrate because if she was here, where’s Peter-

“Do you know what my old man used to say to me” Tony couldn’t keep the defeat off his face as he looked towards the voice, killian rounding the corner as he spoke, “One of his favourite of many sayings, the early bird gets the worm… but the second mouse gets the cheese.”

He walked down the concrete steps, carrying a briefcase carefully but trying to act nonchalant about it all. Tony could see the creases in his eyebrows, the flexin of his wrist as he talked… he was scared, well, they both were.

Tony quickly put up his mask, the one Peter used to hate seeing because come on, dad, don’t hide your emotions like that, you always tell me it’s- “not still pissed off about the switzerland thing, now, are you?”

Killian set the briefcase down on the table behind him and turned around to face tony, hands out, almost pleadingly, “how could i be pissed at you, tony? I’m here to thank you” He walked forward and Tony couldn’t help but lean away.

He put on a face of boredom as the man continued, “You’ve given me the greatest gift that anyone has ever given me… desperation. If you think back to switzerland, you said you’d meet me on the rooftop, right? Well for the first,” he paused, thinking for a moment, “20 minutes? I actually thought you’d come… For the next hour, well, i thought about taking that one step shortcut to the lobby if… you know what i mean” He shook his head slightly, as if breaking a trance, the memories invading his head.

“Well… I’m still trying to figure out what happened to the first mouse-”

“But as I looked out over that city, nobody knew I was there… nobody could see me, no one was even looking, i had a thought that would guide me for years to come,” He pointed at the billionaire, “Anonymity, Tony,” Don't point at me, don’t put the blame on-

“Thanks to you, it’s been my mantra ever since, you simply rule from behind the scenes…”

Tony zoned out slightly, trying to take in all the information that was being dumped on him at once.

“You have met him, i assume-”

“Yes,” Tony answered, looking down, “Sir lawrence obliviet”

“I know he’s over the top sometimes but it’s not entirely my fault, he has a ten- he- he’s a stage actor” He explained, “They said his leer is the toast of croydon- wherever that is- anyway, the point is, ever since the big guy with the hammer fell out of the sky, subtlety’s kinda had its day,”

“What’s next for you and your world?”

“Well, I wanted to repay you the self-same gift that you imparted to me…”

He leant down in his seat and rolled a few marbles on the floor, using a remote to activate them to show-

Oh god, no-

“Desperation”

Tony gasped slightly, eyes widening as he saw Peter- his Peter- his kid- strapped to a chair- an incline, god, the metal bars were inches thick. He was writing around in pain, the video- the feed- was muted but Tony's heart broke as he saw him scream wordlessly, the red light flowing through his veins.

“Now, this is live, i don’t know if you can tell but at this stage, the body is trying to decide whether to accept extremis, or… just give up, and if it gives up,” Tony flinched, rattling the bars of the bed frame, yet killian continued on, “I have to say, the detonation is… quite spectacular”

He paused for a moment, “But until that point, it’s really just a lot of pain… we haven’t even talked salary yet,” He moved forward suddenly, raising a hand around Tony’s neck and quickly cutting off his air.

“What kind of perk package are you thinking of?”

_______

Peter was burning. From the inside out, fire flowing through his veins- oh god make it stop.

He was screaming, trying to move but was restrained, he couldn't break through the bindings around him. He was screaming for his dad, for maya, for anyone. God, he hoped she was okay. He couldn’t even remember getting there, only Killian getting into their hotel room- got he killed someone to get in-

The pain let up for a few seconds and Peter took the time to breathe, try to get his thoughts in order. The cell around him was spacious, no was other than him was in there, but that didn’t matter. He saw a camera in front of him, red light flashing and he quickly realised how messed up he must look, sweat rolling down his face mixed in with the tears.

He looked into the camera, savouring the moments he had before the pain came back. It felt like a lifetime before it did, but it was probably only a few seconds.

“Dad- dad don’t- don’t give him-” His words were cut off as another wave of pain hit him, making him scream before it became too much, his body giving up.

________

“Killian, please, what do you want?” Tony begged, after seeing Peter like that, he couldn’t keep the desperation out of his voice.

“I’ve already told you what i want, Tony, I want to work with you,” He said simply, not bothered by the image of a teenager- a fucking 15 year old- screaming in pain.

“Okay, okay fine just- just please help him, stop this,” Tears streamed down his face as tony spoke.

Killian pretended to think about it for a while, before chuckling slightly and looking up.

“I wonder…” He spoke slowly, “How many people have seen Tony Stark cry,” He chuckled again, before slowly walking out.

“Maya, please…” Tony sobbed, eyes landed on the woman still stood in the corner.

“Tony, you know i can’t. Killian’s… he’s not stable, he- he’s a brilliant man but-”

“But he’s a fucking psycho! That’s what! He kidnapped a fucking fifteen year old kid and put him- is still putting him through torture.” Tony dissolved into sobs, hanging his head. He heard footsteps slowly retreat, before Maya spoke again.

“I’m sorry, Tony, really”

_______

Tony’s head rose as he heard as he heard an alarm go off, no on of those big alarms that blare through the building and make you feel like your head is going to explode- no- one of those small alarms people have on their- wait.

One of the croonies (tony refuses to call them guards because who the hell are they guarding? He’s tied up) picked up the dora the explorer watch and stared at it inquisitively.

“Be careful with that, it’s limited edition” Tony muttered, a defeated tone in his words.

“Don’t tell me what to do” The man grumbled, a scowl on his face.

“You break it you bought it-” Tony was cut off as the man’s boot came down heavily on the watch.

“I think i bought it-”

“Okay, that wasn’t mine, that actually belonged to a sister of my friends and because of that… I’m killing you first,” Tony heard both men chuckle at that.

“Yeah, sure bud,”

Tony waited a couple minutes before asking, “How far is it from Tennessee to here?”

“324 miles,” The man answered quickly, a smirk on his face.

God, tony couldn't wait to blast that off.

__________

Peter’s hurt, they have him, he’s hurt and he’s in pain and-

Tony definitely wasn’t in the right frame of mind for this fight, but then again, when was he ever?

Jumping from different platforms, working on auto-pilot as he tried and tried and tried again to get into a suit, any suit, before-

“DAD-” The voice was cut off with a scream but Tony was already running, Peter the first thing on his mind.

“Peter? Come on, buddy, tell me where you are,” Tony shouted, concern etching itself into his tone and he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Dad! Dad- please, please just-” He was cut off again by a choked off sob, and Tony’s eyes landed on an upside-down body, still strapped into the chair, but a slab of metal crushing his chest from above.

“Peter! Oh, god, Peter. It’s okay, I’m gonna get you, okay? It’s gonna be fine.” Tony said, more to himself than his son, as he shuffled towards him, reaching a hand out.

“Dad, please, please don’t leave me-”

“I’m not gonna leave you, okay? You gotta trust me,” He shuffled to the side as far as possible before reaching out, thinkin for a moment before speaking, “Pete, you’re gonna have to let go, okay? I’m gonna catch you, I swear,” Peter sobbed in reply and Tony’s heart broke more if that was even possible.

But still, he nodded, tears rolling down his face. He managed to get an arm out and reached towards Tony, fingers barely touching. He steeled himself for a moment before wiggling himself out of the tight spade and slipping down and-

Tony… didn’t catch him.

Hand outstretched, face contorted in pain as he screamed out, Tony would never forget that image of Peter. He was sure his face looked the same, his heart clearly shattering as his eyes betrayed his emotions.

God, not him, anyone but him, please. Please, just- just not him, not Peter. You can’t- he’s done nothing-

Tony dissolved into sobs.

“Such a shame, y’know, if it was me, I woulda caught him-” Killian spoke clearly behind Tony.

Tony lunged.

_______

Tony’s eyes widened as Killian stared into his face, he was losing the fight and they both knew it, Killian was recovering from everything Tony threw at him. At some point throughout, Tony had accepted it, he didn’t want to- he couldn’t-

“Peter didn’t deserve you, Tony, I would've made sure he was okay, made sure he was safe… not just running away to Tennessee,” He began, Tony’s eyes shone with anger, “You gave your address to a terrorist? Really? It’s like you don’t care about him at all-”

Killian collapsed suddenly and Tony’s eyes snapped up, landing on a figure stood behind Killian’s body, a piece of metal raised above their head, a determined look on their face-

Peter?

“P-Pete?” Tony stuttered, a disbelieving look on his face.

“Dad-” Peter sobbed but Tony was quick to react, calling one of the last suits to incase Killian, flying him up and away, Tony smiled before surging forward and wrapping the teenager up in a hug.

“Peter- Peter, oh god, Peter,” Tony repeated, tears falling freely now, soaking into the kid’s hair. He held him tight, barely able to let up.

“It’s okay, I’m here, we’re okay now,” Peter was sobbing into his shoulder, neither of them wanting to let go.

“God, kiddo, I’m so sorry, I didn’t want to leave you but-”

“I thought you were dead,” Peter mumbled, still crying into his dad’s shoulder, just a little bit less now.

Tony paused.

“What?”

“At the house, you were in there when it collapsed and i didn’t see the suit come out, i couldn’t see you and i just- i thought-”

“Shhh, it’s okay not, baby, we’re okay. I’m here, I’m okay, just breathe, okay?” Peter nodded into his shoulder.

“God, kid, when we get home, we’re gonna sit down and watch star wars, all of them, we’re not going to leave the couch for days,” Tony chuckled.

“That sounds nice,” Peter chuckled with him before sobering slightly, “Where- where is home now?”

Tony froze, eyes widening, of course, the Malibu house wasn’t there anymore.

“We can set up in the tower, I can get- i can try to find DUM-E and U tomorrow, and we can move in then” Peter sighed, then nodded, tension leaving his body as the adrenaline wore off.

He stumbled a bit as Tony pulled away, legs shaking under him. Tony supported him with an arm around the waist.

“I- uh- I think i need to sit down,” Peter said.

He looked up blearily to meet Tony’s worried face, or to feel the ground coming up to meet him.

_________

Peter woke up fairly slowly, body no longer in pain and surely starved of sleep.

“Hey, kid,” Now, Peter recognised that voice, eyes snapping to the side to see Happy in a bed identical to his, a few feet away.

“Happy? Are you okay?” Peter rushed out quickly, but the man only laughed.

“God, kid, you collapse in front of your old man and you’re worried about me? You really are the best of us,” He said with a smile.

“Sorry… Am i okay?”

“Yeah, i think so, just malnourished. Tony’s really worried about you, I finally managed to get him to go to sleep,” He nodded to the other side of Pete’s bed and he turned to see the man in question hunched over in his seat, head resting on a balled up fist and eyes shut gently. He breathed out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“I didn’t- i thought he was-”

“I know,” Happy smiled sadly, offering Peter as much support as he could give from a few feet away.

“You should get some more sleep, kid,” Happy said softly, almost whispering. Peter only nodded, Taking his father’s spare hand, and closing his eyes softly.

He’s safe, because of Tony.

#friendly neighbourhood exchange #peter parker #tony stark #irondad #spiderson #iron man 3 #iron man #spiderman #marvel #mcu #daniel writes #irondad fic

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{Chapter 2-Big Brother}//Soft, Cute, and Far Smarter Than You [Sanders Sides Agere/CGLRE]

A/N: The first chapter was kind of an intro, so there's a bit of a timeskip between that chapter and this one. it's no more then a month, I just wanted to mention it because some things happened during that time that will be explained throughout this chapter.

also this chapter features kid!logan being excited about science stuff+being a good big brother to Virgil.

"Kiddo, you're going to make a mess!" Patton commented, looking at Logan, who wore gloves, science goggles, and had a whole set up at the dining room table.

"That's what the tray is for, Daddy!" Logan explained in his kiddish voice, pointing to the metal tray that was meant to catch the extra foam when he added the vinegar to the baking soda. He had some baking soda inside of a glass cup, and another cup with some vinegar in it. Patton saw how excited he was when he saw the science experiment on youtube, Logan was so quick to ignore anything Patton had to say in order to set up the experiment.

"Okay, I'm gonna pour it in now!" he told Patton, taking hold of the glass of vinegar and tipping it above the cup of baking soda.

"Do a dramatic countdown!" Roman interrupted, entering the dining room/kitchen to come watch Logan do his little experiment. Virgil was trailing behind Roman. They sat at the table, Virgil in between Patton and Roman.

Logan rolled his eyes, "Why?" he asked.

"It's simply necessary. You're gonna make something like fizz up or whatever, right?" Logan nodded in an annoyed way, ready to start.

"Okay well it's like a bomb countdown, you have to do a dramatic countdown before something cool happens!" Roman explained.

"Oh...okay!" Logan agreed, taking a second to readjust the cup in his hand and to tip it above the other cup. "Five," Roman joined in, "Four, three," this is where Patton and Virgil jumped in. "Two...."

"One!" the liquid dissolved the powder in a few seconds, and the substance foamed up and bubbled over the rim of the cup, oozing down onto the tray. Logan giggled, backing up a bit and clapping his hands.

"Daddy, can I do it again?" Logan questioned, looking at his caregiver with a hopeful look. Patton gave a soft nod before speaking,

"I don't see why not."

Logan did the experiment a few times over, giggling and clapping his hands, practically bouncing in his seat each time. Patton thought it was adorable how excited he was about this. "Why does it do dat, Lo?" Virgil asked after watching in awe the first few times.

"It's a chemical reaction! When these two," he pointed to the box of baking soda, and the bottle of vinegar, "mix together, they fizz up because it becomes a unstable substance." he explained,excited to try and teach Virgil something.

Virgil seemed confused, obviously a bit younger then Logan was at the moment. "They don't go together well, so they kind of try to separate, and it makes it fizz up and stuff!" he tried to simplify it, and Virgil understood a bit more. "Do you wanna try to do it?" Logan offered, a slight shyness to his voice. Virgil looked up at him with curious and excited eyes.

"Can I do it, Roro?" Virgil pleaded, looking up at his own caregiver, kind of pouting in an attempt at convincing him.

"Go ahead, baby. Just be careful," Roman nodded, and Virgil quickly went around the table to sit next to Logan.

Over the past six or so weeks, whenever the two boys regressed together, they began to adapt a sibling-like bond. Logan was always older then Virgil was, and would guide Virgil through simple things that he could understand. And if Virgil was to little to learn anything, he'd play a simple game. He really liked being the big brother.

Not being the mentally youngest one there helped him feel less vulnerable for some reason, childish but not the littlest. It was comforting to him, and helped him feel better about regressing when someone else was too.

"Okay, watch me." he instructed. He took the spoon from the box of baking soda and scooped a bit of it into the cup. "When you take this glass," he pointed to the one with the clear liquid in it, "and pour it into here," he motioned back to the powder-filled glass, "they'll mix and fizz up. Put on these gloves." Logan pulled two gloves from the box that was off to the side of everything else, taking off his goggles while Virgil busied himself with the gloves.

"Vee, let me help!" he offered once he realize he was having trouble. He set his goggles on the table, helping Virgil pull the plastic gloves onto his hands. Once that was done, he stretched his goggles over Virgil's head, letting Virgil adjust them on his face.

"Whoa!" he giggled as Logan put them on his face, Logan smiling at him.

"You need to protect your eyes, because that stuff will hurt them." he explained, in a soft, but still kiddish voice. Virgil nodded, reaching out for the cup of vinegar. "Okay, are you ready?"

Virgil nodded again, tipping the cup slightly above the other one. "Three, two..." Roman and Patton counted with Logan.

"One!"

The room filled with Virgil's giggles and Logan's excited clapping and squealing. "Wasn't that awesome?" Logan asked in excitement. Virgil nodded excitedly.

Logan looked at him, and they locked eyes. "Again!" they said in unison, bursting out into giggles right after.

Patton and Roman didn't quite understand why they were so entertained by such a simple experiment, but the boys were having fun and being cute together, so they obviously didn't protest. Once that was over, the boys moved to the living room to play.

"That's...um, Daddy? How do you say it?" Logan was trying to flip through a book with Virgil, mostly being the one to read it. Patton looked over his shoulder, squinting slightly at the word on the colorful page. "Especially."

"Es-pe-shi-lae?" he sounded out, attempting to copy Patton's pronunciation.

"Es-pesh-ially," Patton broke it down farther, and Logan tried again.

"Especially!" he tried, smiling when he got it right. He looked back down to the page. "Especially Sarah, the boy said..." He continued

He kept reading through stories at Virgil's request, because that's what big brothers should do, right? He didn't know for sure, but he was having fun. Seeing Virgil get excited about things in the stories, or coo over animated animals within the books pages, made Logan happy. He made Virgil happy by reading the stories to him, and knowing that made him happy and excited.

And he was even more happy when Patton and Roman began to praise him after Virgil settled down for a nap. "It was really nice to let Virgil play with you, and do the science experiment earlier. I'm so proud of you, Little Scholar." Patton spoke to him softly, giving him a kiss on his forehead and making him blush from the praise.

"Thank you, Daddy..."

Okay, so maybe Logan called Patton 'Daddy', like every chance he got. He was just really excited to have a caregiver now, and honestly really proud of himself for having the courage to ask Patton about it. He started the conversation when he was already somewhat slipping, and Patton was more then glad to officialize it.

Patton knew this, and thought it was adorable, so he always replied with an adorable nickname.

"You're welcome, Little One."

"So....um, do you know what an agere sibling is?" Virgil questioned. Both of the men were big now, a full day after the morning of the science experiment. Logan nodded quickly, internally hoping that Virgil was getting at what he thought.

"Yes, I'm aware of the term. Littles will often befriend another regressor who is willing to play a sibling role while they are both in their headspaces," he replied, taking a sip out of his mug of coffee. Patton and Roman weren't there to hear the conversation.

"Yeah, exactly! Roman kinda told me that I should ask you about this because I was wondering, and you kinda already do what an older brother would while we are little because you usually are older then me and you're actually really sweet and nice and you teach me about stuff and I really like that-" Logan cut off his run-on sentence rambling with a response.

"Yes, I'll be your older brother while we are regressed." he replied, making Virgil smile.

"Uh, thanks?" Virgil didn't really know what to say, he wasn't used to talking about his littlespace much while he wasn't in it.

Logan chuckled, "You're welcome. I'll inform Patton later today,"

"I'll do the same with Roman." Virgil nodded. It was a bit tense, but they also gave each other soft smiles that made it all better. Logan started talking about adult things, changing the subject so that they were more comfortable.

And while Logan was acting like it was no big deal, he was definitely excited about officially being able to call himself the big brother.

A/N: Okay so two chapters in one day? that's cool. I have so many ideas for this story, I just wanted to write out the intro chapter+also show how Virgil and Logan interact while regressed (it varies depending on they're ages but I wanted to show a taste, y'know?)/and how they became brothers. Also, big virgil and logan are kinda awkward right now but mostly because they are a little uncomfortable/tense while they're talking because it's different for them.

anyways, teenspace logan is coming soon. Eventually, he's gonna regress mostly to teen ages but at first he doesn't realize he *can* regress to a teenager. but dw, toddlerspace logan (first chapter) and kiddospace (this chapter) will still definitely make appearances. I hope y'all likes this chapter and stick around to see more!

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