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part 10 of the ‘hey batter batter’ series

pairing: Francisco (Frankie, Catfish) Morales x reader

wordcount: 3k

warnings: so so soo much fluff. clouds and clouds worth. kissing, implications of sex (blink and you’ll miss it)

summary: it’s a Triple Frontier Baseball AU! Trust me, you don’t need to know anything about baseball.

In this chapter, you and Frankie finish the season and the summer, and know it’s only the beginning.

notes: thank you all so much for supporting this little story of mine! I genuinely am blown away by how kind everyone has been! originally I planned on this series just being a couple of one-shots set in the same universe, but it got away form me, and I can’t believe so many of you came along for the ride. some of those stories will come in time, but thank you thank you thank you to everyone who stuck around this long! all the love for all of you!

It was a beautiful day for a baseball game.

The sun was shining and for once your bones weren’t shaking with the rumble of the stadium as people stomped and cheered. In fact, the majority of the noise was from Frankie’s momma as she chattered across your lap to your grandfather. The two of them were discussing gardening and how well season was played, how proud they were, the best of friends. It was peaceful, almost, and most of the flashing lights and roaring crowds were away – it was the final game, a charity fundraiser, all fun.

You could see your catcher as he turned, looking at your section like he couldn’t help but search for you, and you smiled, heart as full and as warm as the sun on your shoulders. His curls were sticking out from under his helmet haphazardly, the pads on his shoulders and thighs making him even more solid, and it was a sight that you’d never get tired of. Combined with the smells of warm pastries, jalapeños and melted cheese, contentment settled into your soul like a hand in a glove, a perfect fit.

It was the of the ninth and they were playing well, encouraged by the cause and playing for the love of of the game instead of a paycheck. Behind you, you heard someone mention just how well Frankie had batted this season, and you brushed pan dulce sugar from your lap.

The players had told you last week after all the big games were done why Santi had offered to pay for you and James to fly to see their final games. At the time, it had baffled you how intensely they insisted, how eagerly the pushed it, and how your boyfriend had looked equal parts embarrassed and hopeful, but eventually you agreed, assuming you could get the time off from work. When the secret came out you laughed, shaking your head and rolling your eyes.

They had exchanged smiles and shrugged and shared knowing glances as they let you explain away what they knew was true. You were their luck.

The thought was long gone from your mind now though, as Ben was doing weird poses on the field, and you heard chuckles ripple through the crowds. Fans of him and the team alike were endlessly charmed, and you knew you’d catch comments about it for months to come. His brother was just standing, and still you heard dreamy sighs of Will’s name, and made a mental note to tease him after the game about his “blonde halo”. Whatever that meant.

Santi threw a perfect curveball, and when it landed firmly in Frankie’s glove, you heard a girl swoon, “That’s my man!” and the laughter of her friends, as they called her “Mrs. Morales”.

“No!” his momma was glaring over her shoulder tugging on your elbow, as if physically fighting them was a viable option. You tugged back, making soothing noises as she protested, “Mi frijol.” The sweet lady muttered something else and before your heart could latch on to what you could’ve sworn was something about the future and tu marido you moved on.

“I know, I know,” you were saying, when James leaned over, glint in his sweet, aging eyes.

“She’s right, honey,” he said, only encouraging his friend, and you grinned.

“He’s my boy,” she said again with an air of finality, “and yours."

Looking at your grandfather sheepishly, you pointed at your shirt and shrugged as he said, “Right again.”

You were wearing his backup Jersey.

Cheesy as it was, it felt good to have the little claim of his over your skin, and while it wasn’t obvious to everyone, you wore it with pride. Comments from his fans slid off it like raindrops on a tin roof, and while you apricated her inclusion, you didn’t need it to know he was yours, as you were his.

Jimbo leaned towards the woman at your side and whispered conspiratorially in her ear, and she settled, and you left it, enjoying their friendship. The day was too lovely for anything else, anyway.

Catch, catch, walk, look for his girlfriend, sit, swing, hit, run, walk, sit. Repeat.

Nothing so eventful happened the last few minutes of the game, and as the Will went out for his final bat, you felt a surprising wave of bittersweet nostalgia for all that had passed since the opening game, cold as an evening breeze.

Then the ball cracked against the bat, and the sound snapped you back, and you felt a fire under your breastbone, reminding you the best was yet to come.

Frankie’s mom finished her final cheers enthusiastically, all annoyance long gone, and she pulled you into a hug.

“Nieta is calling. Hug Francisco for me, hija, and I’ll see you tomorrow?” You nodded, squeezing her back almost as hard. You and Frankie were using his first real day off to babysit and get some quality time, and both of you were well aware this was hardly goodbye. You gave a gentler hug to your grandfather, who was going with her, whispering “Bye Jimbo,” as you kissed his cheek. He had conspired to let you stay out for the evening, and while you’d miss driving him home, you were grateful for the opportunity.

Seeing them safely as far as you could, your feet danced with excitement. Like it had been more than handful of times, they knew the path to the locker rooms, carrying you so light you were almost floating. When you slid into the waiting room, Frankie was already clean and looking for you anxiously. Maybe you should’ve given him a little wave from across the room, but you could do better.

You ducked away from his line of sight, and snuck around behind him before say, “hey, batter, batter.” He whipped around and before you could even register the grin on his face, he was pulling you against his chest.

“Hey yourself,” he said, and the two of you got one sweet, slightly needy kiss before you heard good-natured groans.

“It’s been like month,” Santi said, ruffling your hair as you stepped back, “Aren’t you guys done flirting?” You stuck your tongue out at him, wondering if you were fast enough to flick him in the forehead.

“Don’t bother,” Will said, his tone resigned but playful as he hugged you too. “Be happy he got her to stick around.” You pulled a face, and Benny laughed. They all knew by now that it was more than a summer fling, even Tom, who you realized hadn’t come out yet.

When you asked, they winced, and you dropped the topic, knowing they would tell you in their own time. Frankie pulled you back to him, his warm fingers lacing with yours as you herded them towards the door.

They were still working on things, still trying to figure out what their next steps looked like.

For now, you owed your baseball boys a dinner.

It had taken you a couple of times cooking for them to get the portions right. The Miller boys ate like they were hollow, and after a game was a testament to that.

Thankfully, you had more than enough this time, having been preparing their favorites for days with the enthusiastic help from Frankie’s mom, and begrudging help from his sister as a thank you to her hermano. The piled into your little space and ate gratefully, telling you about the game like you knew what they were talking about.

“Benny, why were you –” his deep laughter cut you off, and your hand shot out to grab Will’s wrist mid-throw. You had a rule against projectile food to keep them from squabbling like children at your makeshift dinner table. The dinner roll fell to his plate as Benny tried to explain, and Santi deadpanned.

“I was stretching, and I got distracted –”

“You were flirting with the entire stadium, Ben.”

“No! Well –”

It was warm and bright, eating dinner with them like a family, teasing and laughter filling the space like clear broth in the cool of night.

Frankie’s hand found your knee under the table.

The best part about these replacement-parties was watching them all try to help clean up. You were lucky professional athletes had fast reflexes, or you would’ve lost more than a few dishes to their shenanigans. They insisted, wouldn’t let you help, and things probably would’ve been put back correctly if you had, but it was great, letting things play out however they may. Maybe years and years down the road, you would tell a younger generation that you had some of the world’s most desirable athletes fighting in your kitchen over where you kept your dish soap refills.

And after, they would collapse in your living room, unearthing all the games from your shelves. One of your favorite moments from the summer was coming through thrift stores for games, ignoring the stare of jealousy and making ridiculous bets.

All the while, Frankie kept as close to you as he could, too busy watching you with wrinkles in the corners of his eyes to be embarrassed of his rambunctious friends.

When you and Will won the first game of the evening, he accidentally hit you in the face with the back of his hand as he flung his arms open in triumph.

It hadn’t hurt as badly as it would’ve if his brother had been the one talking with his hands, but Frankie had still thumped him in the back of the head before he followed you to the kitchen.

“Baby, are you okay?”

“I’m fine, Frankie,” you laughed, but he was already taking the pack of frozen peas from your hand to press it against the lump forming on your temple. He was gentle, and the air shifted, like there was more on his mind than your minor injury. Brown eyes searching yours, you wished you knew what he was thinking.

“Francisco?” Your hands had settled on his chest but the moved around his neck when he moved the ice to ghost his lips over the spot. He didn’t answer for a moment, just setting the peas aside, and carefully trapping you against the counter.

There were noises of good-natured arguing coming from the living room, and you knew he was taking advantage of their distraction, carving a little pocket for the two of you in time.

“Te adoro,” his lips were almost hot as they pressed into yours. “I love you,” he said, so close you could feel the hairs on his upper lip still.

For the past month, your relationship had been fast, jumpstarting to serious and staying that was, but this was new. It was one thing, for him to tell you he wanted something real with you, wanted you to be a part of his life, and another to hear him say he loved you simply, without abandon. Still, you didn’t hesitate.

“I love you too.”

He kissed you again, unhurried, and you almost couldn’t return it, you were smiling so widely. Your bump was long forgotten.

When the two of you came out the kitchen, the others had barely noticed you were gone and Ben immediately was accusing you of cheating, but Santi shot you a knowing smile.

There was a gap of time when a season ended, when Molly’s inbox was mercifully void of emails. It was a time when the chaos of her job slowed, for a bit before she began her work for the off-season, and she relished it with every fiber of her being.

This particular gap began wrapped up in sheets with Tom, her Tom, kissing and wishing the world outside was a simple as this, in the little bubble of her room.

She could always tell though, when his mind was no longer filled with her, and the other sides of him began to leak through the cracks. His eyes moved with urgency instead of appreciation his hands moved a little slower and then in sudden jerks, and when he trailed off mid-sentence, she sighed.

“You told them, didn’t you?”

He rolled onto his back; his gaze pointed towards the ceiling.

“Right after the game,” he confessed, and she sighed again, sitting up. If nothing else, for him, she had endless patience.

“How’d that go?”

Her love was silent, thinking only of the embarrassment and defensiveness that had reared in his chest. The tilt of Santi’s head, Frankie’s slow nod. He wished Benny had been disappointed, wished Will had thought it was a joke.

“They understood,” Tom didn’t add that he hoped with all his considerable might that they had reacted stronger, hoped they had told him not to, said they needed him to stay, but they hadn’t. It wouldn’t have been true, anyway. They were growing, going somewhere he couldn’t follow.

Her hand ran over his chest as it filled with air, stilling over his heart.

“It’s time,” one of them said, and the other nodded.

Counseling. Rehab. Retirement.

Slowing down to coach at a local college.

He clenched his hand into a fist, and then relaxed, palm falling open, upwards.

The love of his life kissed his forehead.

It was time.

The first stop of the day was with James, spending the morning helping him around the house. Before this summer, you had thought you were his favorite grandchild, but he had essentially adopted Frankie months ago, and already liked him more than you.

The little old man talked excitedly about baseball and lectured your love on enjoying his off-season. He dragged him into the yard, talking his ear off about the benefits of different teas and the importance of volunteering with youth programs, and you settled inside, throwing away expired things from his fridge. Their absence was your only opportunity for the chore.

Honestly, the two of you needed to leave sooner than later and you weren’t sure how much time you had.

“Honey?” You dropped a can of whipped cream from a month ago guiltily.

“Yeah, Jimbo?”

He eyed you suspiciously but seemed too excited to be deterred by you.

“I put this together for you!” He said proudly, and you noticed a flash of the same mischief from yesterday in his eyes. Your grandfather handed you a box, and made you promise not to open in until you left. You hugged the sweet man, and smiled when Frankie did, too, before saying your goodbyes, thankful beyond words for him.

If it weren’t for him, you were sure you wouldn’t be climbing into the truck of your boyfriend, and certainly not having the catcher’s hand slide into yours. When you opened the box, the gratitude didn’t shrink, but your embarrassment rose.

Frankie laughed so hard you thought he was going to have to pull over.

It was full of Francisco Morales merchandise, signatures and memorabilia ranging from his very first baseball card to his most recent bobble head.

Frankie kissed your knuckles for the second time since you climbed into his truck, which was silly since it had only been three minutes since you left his mother’s house.

He could feel your look, answering before you even asked.

“I’m good, just… I love you,” he said, unable to keep his eyes on the road when he said it.

“I love you too, Frankie,” you said, wondering what prompted him.

“Could we… would you want to get dinner?” He looked thoughtful and you laughed.

“Are you asking me on a date?”

Your hand was lifted to his lips again, sending electricity up your spine as he confirmed.

The two of you had a bag full of Anita’s best by the time you entered his home, and he still hadn’t told you what was on his mind. The two of you ate, sharing stories about the day’s adventures, helping his mother around the house and watching, Bianca, his sweet, tiny new niece. You had a great conversation with his mother, and despite her excitable nature, she surprised you by asking you about your boundaries and promising not to overstep.

Frankie told you about his hermana, and her slowly opening up to the idea of letting him help her out, not as charity but family, and letting him shoulder some of the responsibilities. You watched the warmth in his eyes as he talked and wondered how it was possible for a single person to feel so safe.

Eventually the talking slowed, and you found yourself half falling asleep against the stretch of his chest, is hands slowing their wandering paths.

“Love?” he murmured into your hair. You hummed in response.

When he didn’t say anything, your mind woke, and you pulled yourself up, and into his lap, straddling him.

He looked up at you for a moment before you felt him sigh against you.

“I have this baby,” he said, and you couldn’t help but smile at his phrasing. Santi always said it was melodramatic. “Do you… is this all too much?”

His expression mirrored that of your first date, and you told him the same thing as you had then.

That you would stay, as long as he would have you. That you would navigate alongside him, that you were happy to. This time, you added that you loved him, and you felt him shift under you, anxiety leaking out of him, allowing solid adoration to replace it.

Frankie said, “Thank you,” against your mouth, and like a prayer. In the dim evening light, you kissed him, and as his hands slipped under your shirt to hold your sides, he held you for the first time like you were real.

And you were, this was something that wasn’t going away.

For the first time in a long time, it was a perfect day for something new, and his heart was here, beating under his hands.

translations:

pan dulce: pastries

mi frijol: my bean

tu marido: your husband

nieta: granddaughter

hija: daughter

hermano/a: brother, sister

te adoro: I adore you

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luvelyhs · 4 years ago

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In the end, we can only save ourselves

harry and y/n are in an open relationship

i’ve been wanting to write this concept for a while cuz i love reading about it so hope you enjoy :)

warning: angst ofc what else do you expect from me 😅

i’m def writing a part two so stay tuned for that :))))

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The fresh red marks littered his neck, they showed someone else had claimed him for themself, had marked her husband with their lips. It was a disgusting thought, and Y/N had to turn away before she quite literally threw up.

“Want some coffee?” Y/N shook her head.

“I’m fine.” He didn’t notice anything, fuck, when did he ever? Y/N was getting sick of it, his obliviousness to her tense and off behavior. Y/N thought communication was key, but sometimes she feels afraid of the future, of what could happen if she voices her feelings and thoughts, of saying she wants to end their open relationship. He’d leave her. She knew it.

“Mmkay.” He turned the coffee maker on, and the only sound in the room was the noise it made. Neither Harry nor Y/N were speaking.

She had to leave because she kept taking looks at him, at his neck. Did he even know what that made her feel? Any semblance of feeling? Did he have any respect for her anymore? It would be respectful to not showcase the work of another on his body, open for her to see, in their own fucking home. It was ridiculous, and suddenly the hurt was replaced with anger.

“Have fun last night?” Y/N’s voice was ice cold, something no one could miss, especially not Harry. He glanced up at her over his phone.

“Yeah, ‘t was fun.” He nodded, eyes moving back down to his phone. Great, now he couldn’t even look at her while they were having a conversation.

“I could see. Quite literally.” Harry looked at her in confusion, while Y/N rolled her eyes at his obliviousness.

“All over your fucking neck, Harry. At least hide that shit next time, will you?” Y/N grabbed her laptop from the island table, backing up her chair, making it squeak against the wooden floor.

“Shit, ‘m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t know.” Y/N scoffed at his guilty tone while she was exiting the kitchen. Y/N didn’t know how much longer she could put up with this. She never wanted this fucking open relationship in the first place. All she wanted was to make him happy, and now she’s so disappointed in herself for lowering herself in that way for a man. Even Harry wasn’t worth it, the man she had loved with her whole entire being and entire soul. Because he’s not who he used to be, and it makes her feel more empty than anything else.

“Be a little more considerate next time, yeah?” She called back over her shoulder, walking to their backyard to get some sun and do some work.

She looked behind to see if Harry was following and couldn’t help but feel a little hurt when he didn’t. The old him would have followed her around like a puppy to see her smile and be happy with him again. This was another example of how much their relationship had changed, for the worse.

Y/N opened her laptop and started looking over a manuscript for her job. It had been an hour or so when she got an incoming Facetime call from her friend back home.

See, Y/N had basically uprooted her life for Harry. She had a good job back home, with her family and friends surrounding her, but she let herself get windswept by Harry and his charm and charisma. He had done everything to sweep her off her feet, even though she didn’t want to be with him in the first place.

He succeeded, eventually, hence why she was in London in their home, where he wanted to settle down, not her. London was cloudy and gray, she wanted the bright sun and blue sky. But she had to follow him, because what the star wants, the star gets.

Don’t get her wrong, Harry and Y/N were so happy during their one and a half year of dating and three years of marriage. They were perfectly happy, she had been enough for him during this time, until six months ago he started becoming distant, wouldn’t come home until late at night and would text her to not wait up for him, he didn’t even know if he would be coming home at all, and that irritated her yet also hurt, because he was growing distant and whenever she tried to initiate conversation about it, he would deflect.

It wasn’t until one evening he broke, started saying how he felt trapped.

“I jus’- we’re good, Y/N, so good. But don’t you think tha’s just not enough? I- I saw someone at the club tonight. I wanted to get her number, I wanted to approach her, and almost did when Mitch stopped me, pulled me back, said I had a lovely wife waiting at home for me.” Y/N hadn’t believed her ears. Her initial thought was- ‘he could go to fucking hell’, but she didn’t want to lose him, she didn’t. Because she loved him. So.. she brought it up. When she shouldn’t have. She should have taken it back as soon as she said it, but she can’t turn back time.

“You wanted to fuck her? That’s what you want to do? Throw a whole 4 year relationship away because you wanted to fuck a pretty girl? Go ahead, Harry. Do what you want.” Harry had approached her, looking at her warily.

“You’re not saying, you want to end us?” Y/N heard fear in his words. He was scared of the end of them, but it wasn’t enough. But in the heat of the moment she shook her head, when she should have said yes.

“No. No.. I.. we can try an... open relationship?” Y/N forced the words out of her mouth, wincing slightly when she saw the bright look on his face. And this is where she was proud of herself for a moment, because she had made him happy again.

“Really? Are you sure?” Y/N nodded, again, forcefully.

“Yeah, sure.” She nodded her head, fake smiling when Harry approached her and granted kisses all over her face, before pulling her into a deep one and showing her how happy she made him with lots of loving through the whole night.

It stopped him being distant for a bit. He would tell her where he was going and with who. She’d tell him to have fun and to be safe, wear protection. He said of course he would. They’d meet for a quick peck, then he was out for the night.

He thought she had nights where she went out too, but she didn’t. And she wasn’t about to tell him that. She had pride, she had suggested it, now she had to deal with the consequences. She couldn’t bring herself to sleep with another person, it was disgusting. All she could have thought about was Harry, and she had months to think about this, about how someone you’re married to would be okay sleeping with another person... it wasn’t okay at all, not for her. She always thought if her significant other wanted to do that, she’d end the relationship, because if she wasn’t enough for him, what was the point of being married?

She had given Harry the benefit of the doubt for a few months, wanted to see if he would end the open relationship himself, but no. He became more bold, this wasn’t the first time he came home with hickeys all over his body. But she had been quiet then, she wouldn’t be anymore.

Y/N quickly answered Anna’s call, greeted by the brunette beauty on her screen.

The excitement on Anna’s face made Y/N miss her more.. made her all the more homesick. She wanted to see this face in person, and it had been a year since she had.

“Y/N!!” Anna screamed, excitedly. Y/N grinned, happy to see her best friend again.

“Anna! I miss you!” She squealed, sitting up a bit to set the laptop on her lap.

“How’ve you been, baby cakes? Still kicking ass at work?”

“I’ve been good... just living life. Of course I have been! Getting promoted soon, just know it.” Y/N smiled, because she genuinely loved her job. She worked at a publishing house and read over new stories, and she loved it because it pulled her into another universe, one where she didn’t think about Harry and reality.

“Still madly in love with your hot hubby?” Anna giggled, clearly teasing, but usually when Y/N would laugh bubbly along with her, she sat silent.

“Y/N? Everything alright?” Anna frowned.

“Umm.. yeah.. just-“ Y/N tried to stop it, she tried, really she did. But the first tear slipped past her defenses then another and then more.

“I don’t know what to do, Anna, I don’t.” Y/N sobbed into her hands, breaking down once Anna asked that question. Everything she had been holding in, was being let out.

“What’s wrong, honey? What happened?” Anna said gently, coaxing Y/N to open up and tell her what happened.

“Don’t- don’t judge, okay? I know I said I’d never let this happen, but, but I dunno. I don’t know.”

“Let it out, Y/N.”

“Harry and I.. are in an open relationship.” Y/N looked up at Anna’s concerned face, nodding for her to continue.

“I’m not judging, baby cakes, do you mind telling me a bit of context? How did you get into the situation, huh?” Anna remembered a conversation they had about their future partners. The topic was cheating and Y/N had said if her partner ever slept with another, it was over. She was a little possessive over her boyfriends, not overtly so, but enough to be so jealous if they were to do anything with someone in front of her or flirt and she didn’t think she could ever handle them sleeping with someone else, and Y/N was so in love with Harry, everyone could see it, so how did she get herself in that situation?

“Uh-“ Y/N sniffed, wiping some tears from her face with her hoodie sleeve. “He waa distant and he said he wanted to hookup with someone one night so I just suggested it. He wanted to do it and it made him happy so I agreed too. I haven’t slept with anyone, I can’t, Anna. I don’t know how he does it.”

“Oh, honey.. I think it’s time you came back to us. Take a break from him and gloomy London. Think things over back home.” Y/N knew she needed to get away, and Anna’s words reinforced that thought.

“Alright.. umm.. i’ll book a flight right now.” Anna gave Y/N a sympathetic smile.

The topic switched to Anna’s life and questions about what’s happening back home, all while Y/N booked a flight back to her local airport for two days from now.

It was a one way ticket, she didn’t know when she would be back. Or if she would be back.

The confirmation email sent to her phone and it pinged to let her know it was there.

“Got it! I can’t wait to surprise my mom.”

“So excited for you to get here, baby cakes. Ugh-“ Y/N could hear kids yelling in the background. “gotta go, Ben just spilled juice all over Bran.” Anna rolled her eyes, blowing her best friend a kiss goodbye and then ending the call.

Y/N sat back against the lawn chair, staring at the pool and pretty garden and trees in her backyard.

A warm hand on her shoulder brought her out of her thoughts, making her jump slightly.

“Harry! You scared me!”

“You alright, bubba?” His tone was serious and concerned, looking down at her with his gently green eyes that forced her to say what she’s been wanting to say for a while, but she held herself back.

“‘course, do I not look alright, Harry?”

“You’ve just been a little, I dunno, tense.. recently.” He chose his words carefully, not wanting to upset his bubba.

“Tense?” Y/N let out a short laugh, staring back out at the blue pool water:

“Talk to me, darling, c’mon.” He stroked her arm, coming around to stand in front of her before dropping low, now she was looking down at him.

“I’m not tense, Harry. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You were crying, Y/N. I can see the tears stains and red eyes. Why were you crying?” A dreadful feeling took over him.

“Why am I crying? Why am I crying? It’s because of you, Harry! I’m crying cause of you! You’re not worth my tears, not anymore. Not when I don’t even know who you are anymore.” Her tone became more soft at the end, a broken whisper at the realization.

“Darling..” He cupped her face, a frown marring his features. “What did I do, hm? This about the hickeys? It won’t happen again, bubba.” His tone was gentle for her.

“It’s more than that. It’s about the whole thing. I can’t keep doing this.. this open relationship anymore, Harry. It’s hurting me, it’s been hurting me. You never noticed, that’s the thing Harry.” Harry gulped, the words slicing a knife through him.

“I thought you were okay with it, Y/N? You brought it up in the first place.”

“Because you would have cheated on me if I didn’t. At least with this I know you’re out with others. Not behind my back.”

“You think that lowly of me, pet? That I would cheat on you? Never, darling, never.”

“You yourself said you wanted to hookup with that woman from the club a few months ago, remember that, Harry? If I’m not enough for you anymore, just tell me. Because I will end this marriage if you don’t.”

“What? Y/N! You’re everything I ever need, baby. Well end this open relationship, you’re the only one for me. I promise.” Y/N shook her head, because the respect for herself was building, and this was step one to recovery. At this point, she knew she had to do this, to save herself from the inner turmoil, the disrespect she had granted on herself for letting this happen. It’s taken a toll on her mental health, and she had to this.

“No, Harry. What we’re ending is our marriage. If I was ever enough for you, you wouldn’t have wanted to be with anyone besides me. I’m leaving in two days. Leave me alone until then.” With that, she pushed Harry away from his kneeling position, and walked back into their house. It hurt to say the words, it hurt to make what she was dreading a reality. Harry stared brokenly at her, not knowing what to do to fix this, fix them, fix her.

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josepedropascal · 4 years ago

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hi! happy (a bit late) pride month to those who celebrates !! i love everyone of you and proud to call myself an ally! I hope this month brings you so much happiness ❤️

and hi i’m back after a sudden 1 month long hiatus although i said i will be only taking a break for two weeks for my exams. Well, long story short i managed to finish my exam! and after that my country went into a mini lockdown you could say? I have to attend school and work from home now. It’s been a really long and exhausting month :( i’m really sorry for the lack of pedro post on this blog even though that's why you all mostly followed me for. Another reason i’m making this post is because i’ll be staying back from this blog, which means i won’t be using this blog and making pedro content anymore 😭 though, i will still keep this blog up so the pedro fandom can still see the pedro content on this blog. I feel that i don't have the motivation to create content and post anymore. This blog was one of the thing that kept me companied during quarantine and it makes me really sad that I won't be using it anymore ☹️ through here I was able to meet so many amazing people and talented writers! I really thank you all for making my time here so fun and enjoyable. Hopefully one day i’ll come back to this blog and make pedro content again!

I’m also really excited for all the new pedro content we’re getting! If you want more pedro content and updates, here are some incredible blogs to follow:

@scout-134 @thewaythisis @pedrohub @pedrocentric @dornish-queen @uuuhshiny

Also a huge thank you to my mutuals, ilysm and hope to talk to ya’ll again 🥺❤️

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@officerbrowneyes @max--phillips @yespolkadotkitty and many more !!

That’s all for this post, haha that was pretty lengthy. Well, everyone stay safe and remember that ily 💗💗💘

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alreadyblondenow · 4 years ago

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Just this one time | 2

Mark Lee x reader // SMUT, SMUT, fluff, angst

Themes: cheating! au, ex? fwb? au

Word count: 3k

Summary: The first time was a mistake, but the second time was a decision and you loved him so much.

Warnings: smut, mentions of other idols, swearing, CHEATING (please don’t cheat in real life), unprotected sex, rough sex, mentions of alcohol, getting drunk,

A/N: requested! Just because I feel like ending it with a good note haha This is for the anon that requested it and also @shaalk I wrote this as a rest to all the gore that I’m writing for 127 House haha. Enjoy!

“What is love for you?”

The big question hangs in the fourth-grade classroom for a parent-student Valentine’s day special. Since you’re busy at work for the past few weeks, Mark is the one left to help your son Mingyu for the speech that he has to deliver.

Your son is standing in front, clearing his throat, and getting ready for the speech. “Good afternoon everyone, I’m Lee Mingyu and this is love for me” everyone including you and Mark applauded as he begins his speech, “Many years ago my dad, Mark Lee crashed my mother’s engagement…”

“Did you seriously told him that story?” You whisper to Mark, pinching his thigh.

“Shh. Here’s the best part” your husband shushed you.

“...Ever since that day, their love grew so much and there’s nothing that could separate them again....Then they had me, and we all lived happily ever after” tears form in the corner of your eye, as you hear your son believe in the love that you and Mark share. “...My parents made me believe in love, because I see it every day, and they make me feel loved every day. And that is the meaning of true love for me. Thank you”

After the event, the three of you walked downtown to get some ice cream and eat pizza then head over to Mark’s parents to drop off Mingyu. It’s Valentine’s day, so you and Mark will have some alone time in a hotel that he booked, have a romantic dinner, and drink wine until you’re both drunk. “Mom, is that true? You chose dad?” he asked out of nowhere.

“Yes. It’s uh- Baby, I’ll tell you when you get a little older I promise”

As your son ran to his grandparents for a hug, you scoffed jokingly to Mark. “You’re unbelievable. You know that?”

“What? Winning you fair and square was my pride and joy” he kissed your forehead and went to say hi to his parents too.

A lot has happened before you and Mark can live peacefully like this. Years ago your relationship with Mark was nothing but chaos, you treat it as a mistake, but eventually, you realized it's him you love the most.

TEN YEARS AGO

It’s new years ever and everyone is back in town. You’re a graduating senior this coming summer and your family couldn’t be more proud of you. They have been telling every person in this party that you will graduate will flying colors in a couple of months.

Since it’s new years eve, everyone including your ‘kind of’ boyfriend Johnny is invited to this get together. It’s been five months since you two decided to have a break from your relationship and honestly speaking, you want to end it officially but there''s so much history in the relationship that you couldn’t just throw away. So you wait. And hope that you still learn to love Johnny.

The snow is thick outside and it’s freezing but you don’t mind. You were shivering from where you’re seated but you would rather be alone in this cold and quiet space than join the party and be exhausted. Five minutes before the great countdown, you decided to stay out here and watch the fireworks closely than watching it from a window inside. You feel someone put a jacket on your shoulder, thanking the person while you heat up yourself. And as you turn your head to the side to see who it was, lo and behold...

It was Mark.

He has a bottle of beer in his hand and an awkward smile, scratching his nape and avoiding your eyes.

“The last time I saw you, you have pink hair” that's the first thing that came out of your mouth. Now he has jet black hair, and still handsome as ever. It’s been almost three years since he left without saying goodbye. Three years since you two cheated behind Johnny’s back.

10, 9, 8...

“How are you?” he broke the silence.

7, 6, 5...

“Great. You?” you smiled sweetly hoping that he would stop being so awkward towards you.

4, 3, 2...

“I missed you”

He kissed you on the lips, right on time when the clock strikes twelve, just in time for the fireworks to make it even more special. Oh, you miss those lips. It tastes like beer for now, but the way he kisses you is still the same. Both of his hand holds your face steady, cupping your face as he kisses you for the first time again.

“I missed you too” you whispered in between kissing. He noticed that your voice is shaky, maybe you’re really cold already. So he wrapped his arms around you, share his warmth, and kiss some more to make up for lost time. Finally, kissing Mark didn’t feel so wrong.

He was still confident and bold as ever, still the Mark that you liked back then the only difference now is his black hair. Still cute and handsome at the same time for your eyes. To enjoy your little world together, he brought you to his home while his parents are still at the party, enjoying bingo with the other parents. He lit the fireplace to keep you warm and got some snacks from the kitchen. Mostly it was Christmas cookies, leftovers from baking too much he says.

It was comfortable and warm on the floor but you were still shivering. He was leaning his back on the lower side of the couch and invited you to sit between his legs so he could help you warm up. Your back leans comfortably on his chest, wrapping his arms around you and keeping you closer to him. He was whispering how he missed you so much, his breath softly brushes the shell of your ear making you shiver and giggle. “I celebrate alone during your birthday, drinking, hugging my pillow and pretend that it was you” he whispers, you turn your head just enough to see his handsome face, reach for his glasses, and removed it. His glasses are kept safe on the coffee table, and you return to look at him and plant a kiss on those soft lips. You felt love. But it’s too early to say that.

“Every time I have sex to forget you, I still see your face” it was a confession that makes him shy as he situates you on his lap, sending you a message that he misses your whole being. Both of your legs are on each side of his strong thighs, hips grinding and rolling on his growing crotch. Watching the man in front of you loses his mind with what you’re doing to him. He was hard already. He undid his pants as quickly as he can and released his hard cock, you tease the tip with your hand as you watch Mark roll his head back and release soft moans and whimpers that you miss hearing.

Foreplay was not needed or maybe you do, but you don’t care. You lift your skirt and Mark pull your damped panties to the side and you line his cock in your entrance. Teasing the tip of his cock even more by grinding your raw pussy on him, he smiles weakly and tilted his head, watching you have your fun and making you both moan softly. When you finally pushed it in, you took over and ordered the man beneath you to relax, and he did. He smiles weakly with half-lidded eyes, putting his hand on your waist. Seeing you grind on top of him like this made him feel accomplished. You were always worth the wait. It was pure happiness for Mark, he swears to himself that he will never ruin this again.

“Kiss me” he was about to cum, you know because he always wants to touch lips while he cums. It was your thing. He kisses you deeply while he shoots his thick cum inside you. Sex never felt so good again he thought. Mark kissed you down until you reach the floor removing his soft cock inside you and proceeds to undress you leaving you with nothing, bare and exposed for him. He removed his pants and boxers briefs, and you sat up and helped him with your shirt kissing his sexy body as he kneels in front of you.

“No more rush sex,” he said, kissing you again.

You have never had slow and intimate sex with Mark. For the first time, he was slow. He took his time kissing your lips, down to your neck, lick and suck your boobs until you were whimpering and ready to cum undone and proceeds to kiss your lower abdomen. With no questions asked or teasing, his tongue licks up and down your wet slit. Legs almost crushed Mark’s head because of sensitivity but he doesn’t care. He reaches for your hand so you could grip it until you have the confidence to grind on Mark’s tongue like you used to and moan with a high pitch tone and enjoy your first orgasm for the night.

He spreads your legs while you were busy catching your breath. Putting both of his hands on the sides of your head, watching you beneath him. He looks handsome with the orange light from the fire, it hits his face perfectly. Mark smiled sweetly on top of you, “ready?” he asked while pumping his cock, you nod your head yes. He lines his head in your very wet entrance and smoothly pushing inside his whole length, he came close to you teasing your lips with his tongue. It was a lustful moment and you didn’t want to end it so soon.

“Do you do this to your pillow?” You joked. Short breaths from what he’s doing to you, head turning side to side, nipples hard and fucking sensitive because Mark won’t stop pinching it.

“You bet” he smirked and thrust a little harder, giving you a taste of what’s he’s going to do next. There’s the Mark you know. Even if he’s thrust became hard and piercing that skin slaps so hard it surrounds the room, it was still not rushed. There was time to enjoy the feeling or laugh in between. He cums on your stomach pumping his cock, and kissing you sweetly as always.

“I’ll clean you up” before he left to go to his room, he covered you with his jacket and left a soft kiss on your forehead.

You’re now wearing a clean shirt and sweatpants from Mark. And he made you hot chocolate with small marshmallows in it so you will stay warm. For the rest of the night, you and Mark talked and catch up in the middle of their kitchen. Laughing loudly and talking about anything that comes into your head. Moments like this don't just happen between you and Johnny and you don’t know how you managed to be with him for years and years without feeling this kind of connection that you and Mark have.

“I never had a girlfriend. Those years, no” he took a sip on his beer, shy to tell you that he has been waiting for you all along.

“The girls are missing. They wasted this hot body” you both chuckled and he swings an arm around you.

“Well, this hot body is yours” he kissed your forehead drank his beer in one down, and turned towards the sink. You hugged him from behind, letting him do what he has to do while you smell him and make yourself comfortable as you wait.

“You sure you don’t want to stay over? I can keep you warm all night and I’m not talking about sex”

It was a tempting offer, “Some other time. I have to help my parents clean up the mess from the party”

“Oh right” leaning on the sink with his hand inside his pocket while his other hand is intertwined with yours. It was obvious that he wanted to spend some more time with you before he went away again.

“When are you going back?” you asked with a flirty tone. He smiled and started kissing you again, hands on your face, keeping it steady for his liking. “Two weeks” he answers. And before you come home that night, you kissed some more in their quiet kitchen not wanting to leave just yet.

For two weeks, you and Mark spend time with each other. Watching horror movies while holding hands tightly, listen to him serenade you whenever you’re in his room, have rough or vanilla sex whenever you two feel like it, and make out in his car for some time in front of your house before you leave him and see him the next day again. You two were so in love, but not quite together just yet.

On his last night in town, he made sure that you’re not going to be sad or feel lonely. “Three months will fly,” he says, keeping your body close to him, hugging you like you’re one of his pillows.

After Mark left, Johnny decided to be in your life again. It made you confuse. You don’t love him anymore, that’s pretty clear. But you don’t know why it’s hard to let go of the things you have with Johnny, is it because you’re used to the relationship that you share? You’re used to faking it in front of everyone?

You and Johnny were back to being ‘lovers’.

And this time, it’s you who’s cheating on Mark. It felt horrible. Back then, when you were the one who’s cheating on Johnny, you remember letting Mark getting the best of you felt like you were winning and free. Even though you know that Johnny loved and still loves you, you don’t feel happy anymore. You realized, that you love Mark. So much.

Johnny wasn’t satisfied with being present in your life, he really pushed you to your limits. You found out that your boyfriend asked for your parents' blessing because he’s going to propose after graduation. You knew because your mother was so excited about you getting married that she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

And he did propose. Not after graduation, but before graduation. He just couldn’t wait. The pressure from your family plus his family made you say ‘yes’ coldly, everyone celebrated. Except you.

You carry this burden until you graduate and until Mark comes back. Guilt was taking over you when you finally saw his handsome face again, welcoming him at the airport. But seeing Mark and feeling his presence again made you forget for even a second that you have a fiance, and sooner or later you have to tell him the truth.

“I’m having a party tonight. Everyone is back home, it’s really great. Haechan landed yesterday, Jaehyun came home last night. It’s perfect” he says excitedly to you, fidgeting on his phone texting everyone in one hand while his other is intertwined with yours. A party with everyone else means Johnny is going to be invited, and there's a big chance that Johnny will brag about your secret engagement. Fuck, you murmured.

During the party, you didn’t wear the ring and you made sure to keep Mark away from Johnny as long as possible. Good thing Mark was horny and ready to abandon his own party just to have sex with you. Even though you’re not in the mood for sex, Mark put you in the zone.

“I love you” it was not how you wanted it to happen but it’s true. He smiled sweetly to you and fucked you more. “I love you too” You were fucking on his study table, fully clothed but both a moaning mess when Haechan suddenly barged in with wide eyes.

You don’t know what’s up with Mark but he didn’t stop fucking you. It was so awkward that Haechan was still there, Johnny can’t know. “I didn’t know that you guys were together,” Haechan said, avoiding to look at what's happening.

“No we're not together,” you said trying to push Mark and Haechan left without saying a word. Mark knew that look, and he knew better. He called Haechan again and walked out of his room. He told Haechan not to tell Johnny what he saw, and of course, his best friend got his back.

Mark went back inside to you, mad. But also hurt. He can’t believe it’s happening again.

“When I went away, the guilt that I fucked my friend’s girlfriend stayed. I was guilty for so long and I never wanted it to happen again, that’s why I waited for you guys to break up! Just so I can do the right thing! Damn Y/n make up your mind! ” his shouts made you cry and weak. There's a lot to tell him but what’s happening right now is too much. You didn’t have a choice but to say sorry and leave.

You made sure that Johnny can’t see you leaving so used Mark’s backdoor and went home straight. Later that night, Johnny was shouting and yelling about his engagement to you. Mark and Haechan was shocked to the core. You were right, Johnny will brag.

It was a heartbreaking moment for you. Letting go of the person you love for the person you have to love. You stayed in bed for a whole day, not eating or drinking. Just letting the day pass by until you feel better. When you finally had the will to check your phone, there were a bunch of messages from Mark that may be full of anger or hate. You didn’t even think about opening it. Not a chance.

Wedding preparations made you get up in bed, you have no choice. Johnny’s mom and your mom, joined forces to help you decide for this wedding. Seeing yourself wear a wedding gown just makes you tear up in front of everyone. They were all completely clueless about the pain that you’re carrying, they thought it’s tears of joy. It’s not.

The wedding is still months away but you doubt that what you feel towards Johnny will change and go back to how it used to be. Sure, you loved the man. Loved. In the past tense. You just don’t want to disappoint anyone from now on.

One fine evening, after having a hot shower, you decided to read some of Mark’s hate messages and make yourself guilty even more. Maybe knowing that Mark hates you will make you feel somehow alive about this wedding.

But they were not hate messages. It was a bunch of messages, full of love and confession. Begging you not to marry someone you don’t love and be with him instead.

‘Don’t marry him, please’

‘Let’s make this right, I’m sorry’

‘I can marry you too’

TEN YEARS LATER

You jumped to the big hotel bed leaving your husband with the heavy bags. Seeing you so relaxed and not working your ass off is a relief to him. You saw him crossing his arms and leaning on the wall so handsomely, as always. Fate was on your side, thankfully. Over the years, you and Mark loved each other without limits. No more hiding.

He pours two glass of wine, remembering the first time you had sex during your birthday. “Here, happy Valentine’s day” he kissed you on the lips before you take a sip and made a mess again. He laughed and laughed and laughed at your clumsiness.

“The first time this happened, you can’t get enough of me” you scoffed and removed your dress shirt exposing yourself in front of your husband.

“And nothings change since that day, I love you”

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tossawary · 4 years ago

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Spoilers for Chapter 18 of “pride is not the word I’m looking for”.

I really had to ask myself, “Why the HECK am I going to do with Feng Fanli’s character now?” Because I honestly considered killing her off when I first came up with the House of Rejuvenation storyline, but chose not to in the end.

Because, it’s like, I can’t send her back to her shitty parents! And I don’t just want to leave her in Luo Jiahui’s house as a lesser version of Luo Jiahui! Her character will feel so extraneous if I do that. So... I should send her to Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, I guess. And Shang Qinghua has an existing friendship with Qi Qingqi, so I can send the traumatized girl to Xian Shu Peak!

Except, like, I didn’t want to do the whole “fragile victim” thing. And I didn’t want to have some “poor, fragile female victim needs to be protected from all men now” thing, even an implied version. I kept thinking instead back to a thread I read on girls who were bullied by other girls (Madam Hu as the villain to her sister’s Master Gao), which felt like a more interesting direction, if only so I wasn’t repeating Luo Jiahui’s exact trauma. Which got me on the track of Luo Fanli as a more chaotic element/character to really shake up and challenge Shang Qinghua’s happy little family.

They can’t stay happy and cutesy and always getting along all the time. They need problems to work through! To bring them closer together and feel realistic!

Fanli and Jiahui love each other, but Jiahui is overprotective and Fanli is reckless, as though being fearless and brash will protect her. Jiahui can’t keep everyone she loves in that safe little house forever. There has to be a balance between the two of them.

Fanli and Binghe do care for each other, but they grate on each other; Fanli is a reminder that Binghe has flaws and traits that can turn negative. Binghe is growing up. He’s going to have to deal with people he doesn’t always like. He’s going to have to set his own emotions (especially his resentment) aside. He’s going to find flaws in his own family members eventually.

Fanli is a little bit the embodiment of the brewing unpredictability in Shang Qinghua’s life seeping into Cang Qiong Mountain Sect. She never existed in Proud Immortal Demon Way. Jiahui was a backstory character who never actually appeared in-person, but Fanli is BRAND NEW. Fanli is a completely unknown element, breaking down Shang Qinghua’s door and calling him “Da-Ge” and making herself at home in his life. Fanli goes where she wants, says what she wants, does what she wants.

She’s had a very close brush with a bad ending! She has to live her life to the fullest now, because she knows how fragile she is and she’s decided to deal with that by acting like she’s actually a human wrecking ball. Which is a fun contrast to throw in there, when Shang Qinghua is carefully setting up all of these long-term plans, repressing all of his anger and fury at the unfairness of his life (the System, the plot, his character role, etc.).

Plus, it’s fun to give Liu Qingge a part-time student. He needs more people. Girls on Bai Zhan Peak! Specifically, a girl who was like, “I got cursed to be a disabled grandma for several months! It filled me with lots of rage!” Having Luo Fanli as a peak-hopper will be a good way to explore the inter-Peak relationships and force the Peak Lords to interact with themselves more! She’s a symbol of Shang Qinghua’s friendships with Liu Qingge and Qi Qingqi that way!

Also, Qi Qingqi is practically throwing books at Luo Fanli’s head (after having forced the girl to learn to read) like, “Cultivate yourself! Get some culture! Fill your empty head!” But Luo Fanli is like, “No time! No time to sit still! Can’t sit still, sorry! No time to think thoughts!”

Jock lesbian with cooking skills who only wants to punch things. Liu Qingge and Luo Jiahui don’t need to get married and have kids; they already have Binghe and now Fanli. They’re good.

I still don’t really know what I’m doing, but it feels like a good direction. More chaos in Shang Qinghua’s life! More!

#tossawary svsss #pride is not the word #luo jiahui #luo fanli

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alternateafterthought · 5 years ago

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Golden Time - Part 17

> Pairing: Hybrid Jeon Jungkook x Reader

> Summary: Y/N has been rescuing and recovering hybrids her entire life. Now she has inherited her grandparent’s hybrid sanctuary. It was a normal rescue, get the hybrid, recover him and give him a choice, stay on the sanctuary or find a life for himself. Why was this one so different?

> Genre: Hybrid!au, romance, smut, angst, fluff

> Warnings: Nipple play, multiple orgasms, minor biting, dirty talk, oral (male and female receiving), fingering, handjob

> Word Count: 4084

> A/N: Hey guys... here it is,,, the final part of my Jungkook hybrid fic!! I would really like to thank everyone for reading it! I also want to thank you for supporting it and liking it!! I should give a special shout out to @ariana-winchester95 and @haven-raven012591 especially for being beta readers and for helping me come up with ideas and even helping me to write some parts of it!! Seriously you two are massive reasons I even finished this fic!! I really hope you enjoy this last part!! Thank you so much for your support!!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5] [Part 6] [Part 7] [Part 8] [Part 9] [Part 10] [Part 11] [Part 12] [Part 13] [Part 14] [Part 15] [Part 16]

Welcoming Jungkook’s parents’ home was one thing. Making out on the kitchen counter with Jungkook and having his parents walk in was another. Honestly, one doesn’t belong with the other and truthfully, Y/N would never have stopped Jungkook from taking her on the kitchen counter. Though out of respect for his parents, Y/N could control herself.

She didn’t know about Jungkook though.

A week after his parents had come to live with them, Jungkook had become so much more. Touchier, his hands constantly on Y/N, holding her to him, rubbing his chin and face over any inch of her he could touch. The quicker circles he made around Y/N had almost tripled since she had gotten home form the hospital, even his parents commented on it.

Well his mother had commented on it, given Y/N advice, even asked Y/N if it would be a good idea for herself and his father to give them some privacy.

“Y/N,” Jungkook’s mother spoke softly while they both stood in the kitchen cooking, Jungkook and his father in the living room out of ear shot.

“Yes ma’am?” Y/N stopped cutting vegetables as she looked at her.

“Please Y/N, you don’t have to call me ma’am.” She smiled like only a mother can before bumping her hip softly against Y/N. “Call me, Mum, Mama, or anything else please.”

Y/N still wasn’t exactly used to it. Jungkook’s mother and father had completely welcomed her into their little family, claiming her as their daughter who was mated to their son. They proudly called her their daughter to anyone they met, they were a real family, a family Y/N loves.

“I was wondering if I could ask you something?”

“Of course, you can.” Y/N nodded with a small smile.

“You and Jungkook, you have not fully mated yet. Why is that?” Jungkook’s mother asked as Y/N just stared at her. “I only asked because from what I’ve seen of you two, you are practically mated. You just have not started to have kit’s yet.”

“We…” Y/N looked over to where Jungkook sat, happily talking to his father about whatever they were watching on the tv. “By the time we both agreed to this… relationship, everything got bad. I was… we just never had the time to mate.”

“And now? Do you still want to mate with my son?”

That was the question. And an easily answered question at that.

“I love your son.” Y/N looked back to the woman who smiled widely at her. “And I want to be with him, in any way he wants.”

“I know that sometimes when a human is with a hybrid they like to be married,” She pointed over towards the men who continued to talk. “Jungkook’s father wanted to be married, wanted to make it officially because he didn’t want anyone to treat me any less then what I was, his mate. Is that something you want? To marry Jungkook?”

That caught Y/N off guard. She had never really thought of marriage or the likes of it. Y/N knew that hybrids didn’t marry officially, once mated hybrids were as good as married. So, it never occurred to Y/N to actually be married to Jungkook.

“I… I never thought to…” Y/N stuttered a little over her words.

“It’s okay. Jungkook loves you. And he will happily give you anything you want.”

Before Y/N could say anything back, Jungkook came bounding into the kitchen quickly wrapping his arms around Y/N. The massive smile on his face was contagious, his parent’s happy that their son was safe and had found someone to love and love him back.

Though as dinner cooked, Jungkook’s arms stayed on Y/N, even as they all sat down to eat.

No more then a week later, Y/N had counted down the days, Jungkook took Y/N by the hand and lead her and his parents to a small cottage. It was down the path they took to the Astor’s, who joined as they walked, and a little smaller but just right. It was perfect and Jungkook was so proud to show his mate and his parents, that he could look after them, he could look after her.

Holding his hand outstretched towards his parents, Jungkook offered a small key with a wide bunny smile; “Welcome home.”

Y/N’s own eyes were wide, her heart swelled with pride seeing that her Jungkook, her mate, had given his own parents a true home. Y/N’s eyes never left Jungkook as he stood proudly and watched his parents move into the home, even if the tears threatened to spill. It was hard to believe that such a kind and caring man was once treated worse than an animal.

“You built them a home?” Y/N’s small voice asked Jungkook as the both of them stood by themselves at the door, watching Jungkook’s parents and grandparents.

“My Grandpa helped. It took a few months, but I had started it before everything happened.” Jungkook didn’t like to talk about it, didn’t like to think about Y/N not being where she was, beside him. “Yoongi and Hoseok helped whenever they could and Jimin and Taehyung would always be here helping when they would be here. I just… I wanted to do something for them. I wanted to show you that I can take care of you… if you’d let me…”

Y/N just smiled, before moving closer to him, standing up on her toes to softly press her lips to his. Although Jungkook had other plans to deepen the kiss, Y/N pulled back with a small laugh, reminding him they had company. He pouted, pulling her closer to him as he wrapped his arms around her waist and walked her around the house with his family.

Jin had visited 2 days ago and made a small passing comment. Something small. Something that could turn good or bad.

“So… Jungkook…” Jin smirked as he leaned against the counter. “His body seems to have completely relaxed into his environment. His heat will come soon. Have fun.”

Y/N had all but thrown him out of the house as he winked. He couldn’t help but laugh as Y/N cursed him out. It wasn’t that she was afraid of mating with Jungkook. She just didn’t like that he knew they would.

It also didn’t help when she went to visit Yoongi and Hoseok, both of them backing away before hugging her. Neither of them stood close to her and Y/N finally asked them why.

“We wouldn’t say you’ve been claimed… you haven’t mated yet.” Yoongi looked Y/N over.

“You just… you stink of that bunny and he is very territorial.” Hoseok laughed as Y/N sat at the counter. “Wouldn’t want to have him on our tail for trying to move in on you.”

Y/N couldn’t help but laugh at that, because if Jungkook was one thing, it was territorial. And if Y/N was completely honest with herself, she kinda liked it.

But she was becoming concern for the hybrid now. He wasn’t sleeping much, wasn’t eating enough, his temperature always running a few degrees too warm. Y/N would have thought he was sick if it wasn’t for the fact that every chance he got, Jungkook would wrap Y/N into his arms. He was scenting anything, including Y/N, around him when he got the chance, he was even more territorial then he normal was, he could even pass for aggressive.

The final deciding factor that Jungkook was in fact experiencing his heat for the first time to the full extent, was how Jungkook would unconsciously gnaw on objects. Y/N knew the signs, and she had offered Jungkook the possibility of heat suppressants. They had done the adult thing and talked about his heat, no matter how embarrassed Jungkook had gotten, and he had made the decision that he didn’t want them.

Y/N would have never throw that back in his face, giving him the love and reassurance that she would be there to help him. It was that step in any relationship with a hybrid that would be where a human would have to come to terms with a soulmate. It was something that was all or nothing, and Y/N knew that Jungkook was her end game.

Y/N was woken up in bed, she was too hot, there was a thin layer of sweat on her skin, which confused her. Although it was summer, the AC was on and it was cool in her room, though the furnace wrapped around her was making her sweat.

Jungkook’s own skin was burning hot, it was uncomfortable for her to touch him, but he was adamant of holding her. Actually, with the whimpers and soft sighs leaving his lips and his hips grinding against her ass, his fingers digging into her skin, holding her in place as he continued to move.

“Jungkook…” Y/N tried to turn around to face him, trying to wake him up. “Jungkook, wake up…”

“Y/N… don’t… don’t st-“ Jungkook’s own mumbling was cut off by him groaning into her ear, his warm breath on her skin.

“Jungkook, wake up.” Y/N pushed him harder this time, successfully waking him up as he blinked to try and see in the dark. “Are you okay?”

“Hurts…” Jungkook breathed heavily, pushing his head into Y/N, the movement of his body never once stopping. “Help… please…”

“It’s okay. I’ve got you.” Y/N whispered over her shoulder, guiding Jungkook’s slightly trembling hands to help remove the almost soaked thin shirt she wore. “Let me help you Jungkook.”

Jungkook almost clawed Y/N’s shirt off, slightly ripping it as he finally got it off before throwing it somewhere in the dark room. Neither of them saw where, but that wasn’t either of their concern right now. What was Jungkook’s concern was tearing off what little both he and Y/N wore in the summer night, needing to feel every inch of her skin against his own.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry…”

“Why are you apologising?” Y/N softly asked as her eyes caught his over her shoulder, her arm coming up to push his fallen hair out of his eyes.

“I wanted this to be… I didn’t want the first time I made love to you to be because I’m in the middle of a crazed heat episode.” Jungkook panted slightly, the heat, the pain becoming almost too much.

“Have we done anything in the right order?”

“I just wish…”

“Shh, Jungkook, it’s okay.” Y/N reassured him, leaning over her shoulder to kiss Jungkook, her hand wrapped around his neck and threading her fingers through his hair. “I love you.” Y/N whispered against his lips.

One of Jungkook’s large and sweaty rough hands moved up against Y/N’s soft skin before cupping her left breast. His fingertips softly pulling her erect nipple, causing Y/N to moan into his mouth, before his nudged her over.

Jungkook’s instincts took over, he was a buck in heat and a healthy doe was under him, wanting to please him. Jungkook moved Y/N up to her hands and knees, positioning himself behind her as his hand moved from her breast to steady himself. Taking a few, much needed deep breaths to calm himself down, Jungkook leaned down, softly leaving a trail of kisses up Y/N’s spine before kissing her shoulder a few times.

“I won’t last long.” Jungkook whispered into Y/N’s ear. “I’m sorry.”

“If you apologise one more time, I won’t go easy on you, Jeon Jungkook.” Y/N smirked over her shoulder.

“Easy on me?” Jungkook’s husky voice spoke as one of his hands moved down, his finger running along her slit. “Are you sure you should be threatening me right now?”

Y/N happily sighed, pushing her head into the pillow as Jungkook rubbed agonisingly slow circles on her clit.

“If you apologise one more time, I won’t go easy on you, Jeon Jungkook.” Y/N smirked over her shoulder.

“easy on me?’ Jungkook’s husky voice spoke as one of his hands moved down, lightly running over the soft skin of her stomach, before coming into contact with her slit. “Are you sure you should be threatening me right now?”

Y/N happily sighed, letting her head fall comfortably onto the pillow as Jungkook rubbed agonisingly slow circles on her clit, the other tracing circles on the flesh of her ass. She ran a hand up and down Jungkook’s arm, reassuring him. Breathy gasps fell from her lips with each circle, her need for him escalating, pushing her back to get more friction.

“Not so threatening now, are you?’ His lips grazing her ear as he spoke.

“Jungkook, please.” Her voice came out more desperate than she wanted, but she didn’t care.

“Please, what? What would you like me to do?” Jungkook asked in between leaving open mouthed kiss upon her shoulder.

“Mate me, make me yours.” She opened her eyes, not knowing she had closed them, her gaze caught Jungkook’s, his own eyes glazed over with lust and need. Letting out a deep growl, Jungkook leaned back.

“Are you sure?” Jungkook softly basked.

“Never been surer about anything, now make me yours.”

In one swift movement, Jungkook grabbed his cock, lined up with Y/N’s entrance and slowly started pushing in. A sharp gasp left Y/N’s mouth as she tightly clutched the sheets in her hands at the feeling of Jungkook’s cock stretching her deliciously. Jungkook’s closed his eyes tightly, forcing himself to hold back, just a while longer. The feeling of Y’N’s pussy, warm and welcoming, nearly becoming to much for him. He stilled for a moment once his cock was completely sheathed inside Y/N, allowing her to adjust to his size.

“Jungkook, move, please.” Y/N pleaded, her voice strained, and laced with desperation.

Jungkook slowly pulled out of her pussy, leaving just the head of his cock inside her, before pushing back in. His hands gripped her hips, breathless moans fell from lips with each slow thrust.

“I can tell you’re holding back, it’s okay. I’ll be okay,” Y/N reassured the bunny, “let go.”

Upon hearing those two words, Jungkook’s grip tightened as his pace became more forceful. His floppy ears hitting his cheeks with each hard thrust of his hips. Louds moans roamed through the air as both of their highs became more apparent. The sound of skin slapping skin also filled the air around them.

“Jungkook, I’m close.” Y/N spoke, her voice hoarse, back arching.

Jungkook let a hand travel from her hip to her clit, rubbing harsh circles in time with his rapid thrusts. Her moans fell more frequently now, shifting her head from side to side on the pillow as she felt her orgasm building rapidly, threatening to burst. Y/N started moving her hips back and forth helping to bring forth their orgasms.

“Cum for me.” Jungkook growled, his own high almost reaching breaking point, needing her to cum first to set him off. With a silent scream, the levy broke, and she came around him, milking him for all he’s worth.

“Come on, Jungkook. Cum in me, fill me up with your cum.” Those words went straight to his cock, he stilled as he came in her, coating her walls in white.

They stayed like that for a few moments, before he pulled out of Y/N. He helped her onto her back, before lying next to her, catching their breath, and coming back to earth. Jungkook moved to lean on his arm, looking at Y/N.

“I’m sorry that was quick, I wanted to take my time but,” Jungkook started, letting his gaze fall to her shoulder. She brought a hand up, cupping his cheek.

“It’s okay, stop apologising, we have all the time in the world now.” Y/N spoke leaning up to press a lingering kiss upon Jungkook’s lips.

“I want to make it up to you.” He said, lifting his gaze back up to Y/N’s.

Jungkook moved his body to hover over Y/N’s, One of Jungkook’s hands brushed Y/N’s hair out of her eyes before running over the smooth skin of her cheek. Slowly, he leaned down, nose touching hers as he paused for moment before Y/N placed a hand on the back of his neck and bringing him down into a searing kiss herself. Supporting himself on one arm, Jungkook trailed his hand over her skin, cupping her left breast and kneading gently, enticing a moan from the back of her throat. Taking advantage of his, Jungkook let his tongue slip past her swollen lips, exploring her mouth.

The fight for dominance easily won, Jungkook smirked into the kiss before breaking away and letting Y/N catch her breath. His lips left a lingering spark as they travelled along her jaw and to her neck. Y/N let out a small gasp as Jungkook started sucking on the sensitive spot just under her ear. Once satisfied with the purple mark, Jungkook travelled further down. Reaching her breasts, Jungkook looked up at Y/N through his lashes, before sucking a nipple into his mouth. Threading both hands through his dark hair, Y/N held him closer to her. Y/N’s back arched off the mattress, relishing in the feeling of Jungkook’s mouth and hands on her.

“Jungkook.” Y/N chanted his name like a prayer.

Jungkook let her nipple go with a pop, before giving the same attention to the other. His tongue traced around Y/N’s nipple, maintaining eye contact with Y/N, before wrapping his lips around the small bud. Y/N then let her head fall back onto the pillow, eyes screwed shut and mouth open in a perfect ‘o’. After a few moments, Jungkook continued his journey down south. Leaving burning kisses upon her stomach, teeth nipping at her hip bones, before grazing his lips over her thighs.

Leaning back, Jungkook placed his hands on her knees, pushing them apart, the cool air hitting Y/N’s pussy caused her to shiver. Jungkook took his time memorising her, his eyes taking in every detail, each scar and freckle, to the various pinks of her nipples and pussy. Y/N’s first instinct was to close her legs, but the strength behind his hands stopped her from doing so.

“Don’t. You’re beautiful.” Jungkook whispered, letting his gaze rake over her body one more time before he moved himself to laying on the mattress. Catching Y/N’s gaze once more, Jungkook inched closer towards her heat. Letting his tongue to pass between his lips, licking from Y/N’s entrance to her clit, catching the juices from their actions prior. “We taste amazing together.”

Jungkook hummed in approval, then ran the flat of his tongue up her slit. Y/N’s hands clutched at the sheets either side of her, pressing her head into the pillow as her back arched off the mattress. Jungkook’s hands travelled underneath her thighs, resting them on her stomach, with her thighs now placed on his shoulders. Humming, Jungkook grazed his teeth over her clit, feeling Y/N shiver around him, before wrapping his lips around the bundle if nerves and sucking harshly. Y/N screamed out at his action; her clit still sensitive after her first orgasm.

Jungkook’s mouth travelled downwards to her entrance, his tongue probing the hole. Y/N’s hands flew to Jungkook’s hair, wrapping her fingers around the strands, as his tongue entered her pussy. Y/N’s hands pulled on his hair as his fingers started rubbing circles on her clit, as he set a slow pace of thrusting his tongue inside her dripping pussy. The sound of his name falling from Y/N’s mouth caused Jungkook to hum against her in satisfaction, the action causing her hips to move against his mouth. Jungkook’s actions sped up upon feeling Y/N’s fingertips graze over his floppy ears, a deep growl rumbling through his chest and vibrating on her pussy.

“Do that again.” Jungkook’s deep, husky voice graced Y/N’s hearing. “Touch my ears again. Please.”

He didn’t mean for his words to sound needy, but he needed Y/N to touch them. Lifting her hand up, Y/N lightly touched Jungkook’s left ear, running her fingertips over the soft fur. Low moans fell from Jungkook’s mouth, his leg starting to shake. Y/N could feel her second orgasm approaching, with each circle of his fingers, each thrust of his tongue and each sound Jungkook makes vibrating on her, the band in the pit of stomach snapped. Jungkook removed his tongue and replaced it with two of his long fingers, helping Y/N through her high.

Jungkook crawled up Y/N’s body, eyes filled with a primal lust. He pressed his forehead against Y/N’s as her hand travelled down, lightly ghosting over his skin, drawing goose bumps to rise until her fingers came in contact with his hard cock. Jungkook hissed at the contact and screwed his eyes shut, breathing rapidly. Y/N completely wrapped her hand around his cock and started to slowly pump him. Jungkook started to move his hips in time with Y/N’s hand, spasming with she ran her thumb over his tip. A hand caught her wrist, stopping her movements.

“Keep it up, and I’ll cum, but I want to cum in you.” Jungkook rasped as he pinned her hands to the mattress.

Using one hand to hold her wrists, Jungkook used his other to grasp his cock and ran along Y/N’s slit, teasing her before slowly pushing the tip inside her still tight hole.

“You’re still so tight for me.” Jungkook mused “Even after everything I’ve just done to you.”

“Kook, please.” Y/N pleaded, needing more.

“Patience. I want to savour this.”

Jungkook slowly pushed in further, until he was completely sheathed inside Y/N, pausing a movement to memorise the feeling. Jungkook leaned down and captured Y/N’s lips with his, pouring his heart and soul into kiss and started setting a nice, slow, and deep pace. Slowly pulling out so only his tip is inside Y/N, and then forcefully pushing back in, so she can feel him deep inside. The two moaned into each other’s mouths, tongues caressing one another and hands roaming over sweaty skin.

“Faster, Jungkook.” Y/N mulled into Jungkook’s mouth.

His hips moved faster upon her request; Jungkook broke away from kiss tor drop his head in the crock of Y/N’s neck., biting her shoulder to mask his moans. A large, rough hand filtered over her side to her clit, rubbing harsh circles. High pitched moans fell from Y/N mouth, a third high approaching.

“I’m close.” Y/N breathed, clenching her fists.

“Me too.” Jungkook whispered.

Y/N’s pussy clenching around his cock driving him mad, he thrusted his hips faster, chasing his high. Jungkook let go of her hands, threading his fingers through her hair and pulling her head to the side, sucking little love bites on the tender skin of her neck. Y/N’s hands flew straight to Jungkook’s back, racking her nails up and down along his spine. Her third orgasm hit her hard when Jungkook pinched her clit, walls clenching tightly around him as she came. Not long after, Jungkook’s thrusts became sloppy and sporadic. Y/N kept clenching her pussy, milking him, she let a hand move up to his ears and massaging the base of them.

Jungkook came with the deepest growl before collapsing atop of Y/N, both completely spent. After catching their breath, Jungkook pulled out of Y/N and rolled off the bed, stretching before walking into the bathroom. Returning with a wet cloth, he cleaned up Y/N of their mess. Tossing the cloth into washing basket, he moved to lay down next to his mate. His arms pulling her to his body, one leg thrown over hers, one of her hands threading through his hair.

“That was,” Y/N started breathlessly.

“Amazing.” Jungkook finished, just a breathless.

Soon, the room became quiet, their breathing finally back to normal as they seemed to be drifting off. Y/N took a quick glance at the clock next to her, telling her just how late it was, 4am and soon the sun was going to rise. As she was going to fall asleep, she could feel Jungkook moving again.

“Jungkook… how long do rabbit heats last again?” Y/N whispered as Jungkook was waking up fully again.

“A week…” Jungkook laughed a little, moving on top of Y/N again. “Give or take.”

It was a week before either of them resurfaced, it was never bought up or questioned. And after a week Y/N had a lot of work to get back to, rescuing hybrids and truly becoming a part of Jungkook’s family.

The reality of Y/N’s world was this was normal. Normal for her to be here, under these circumstances, happily. In love and happy.

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aliensunflower-fics · 4 years ago

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Adrien ‘Amok’ Agreste: A dark theory/prompt

I believe that there is something more to Emilie Agreste's coma. I believe that there is something more to the broken peacock pin. I believe that the Adrien Agreste that we know and love is an amok. And that he has been for a very long time. In fact, I believe that the original Adrien Agreste is dead, and has been for many many years.

Why do I believe this? Simple, I believe that when the show tells me that THE wish Gabriel so desires would have consequences that they aren't just saying the wish has consequences but rather that all magic may have consequences. Wielding the power of the gods must surely come with a price to pay. And I believe Emilie Agreste paid that price with her very life. All so that 'Adrien' could become real. Now I base this on the fact that the wish would have consequences but also on what I can see in the show. Marinette has terrible luck, her gifts always backfire, her best-laid plans blow up in her face, sure she has a loving family but even they think she's so clumsy that they don't fully trust her. I believe that Tikki is eating Marinette's luck. What about Plagg and Adrien? Well if I'm correct then I'm not sure how Amok Adrien wielding a miraculous could work but id easily argue that Adrien has a tendency to destroy that which is most important to him, we have all seen the other timelines, after all.

But enough about that. Let's get to the meat of the topic. Emilie Agreste and a certain peacock brooch. I don't think Emilie simply collapsed from a broken pin [though I do believe it is what was making Nathalie sick.] I think the pin was once completely fine, unbroken, and fully functional. And I think Emilie Agreste was used to using it, bringing toys to life for young Adrien's entertainment! In order to pay her price, Duusu would take just a bit of Emilie's life force not enough to impact the woman's life much, but she'd be tired at the end of the day, too exhausted to do much of anything physically. But I think she was friends Duusu, and loved hearing and seeing Adrien laugh and play amazed by his mother's magic!

And then Adrien Agreste died. And in order to bring him back, I believe Emilie broke the rules of the peacock, she defied the temporary nature of the magic and in-exchange for her very own life she gave birth for a second time to Adrien, an amok with the true soul of a human. Of course, this sucked out Emilie's own life leaving her an empty shell, and as for Duusu and the miraculous? After having its magic so violated it broke and went dormant, waiting for the day that Mayura would appear. Only because the miraculous was still broken it began sapping away more of the woman's health than it would have otherwise had it been whole.

I believe Gabriel knew of the Miraculous and what they could do but never thought much of it until it was too late. I think Emilie kept what she did, a secret a dark, and when Gabriel found her unconscious that the broken pin was his only clue leading him to believe that it was his mistake allowing a strange magical artifact into his home in the first place.

Now with that explanation, I present to you my dark little prompt on how Emilie and Adrien Agreste died:

Adrien Agreste died on his 5th birthday. His father was at work until that evening, and there was no party [they had all agreed to have the party in two days when it was the weekend and everyone was free]. In order to keep Adrien entertained and make his birthday extra special Emilie had transformed using Duusu and was using her powers to bring to life Adrien's toys. It wasn't the first time she'd done this but she kept the occurrences rare, a special treat, and a special secret that they were NEVER to tell Daddy about! Adrien was good at keeping secrets and loved playing with the 'friends' his mother would make him. She'd reenact fairytales for him she'd chase him around. It was special it was fun, it was everything Emilie ever wanted.

And then something went wrong.

Maybe Adrien slipped and fell, maybe he was reckless and hid in a dangerous spot without knowing, maybe when they stopped for lunch he ate something he was allergic to. All you need to know is Adrien Agreste died on that day, his mother screaming and crying and begging for everything to just be a bad dream. She NEEDED it to be a bad dream. Adrien was her life, her soul, her reason for being. She did not want another child she wanted HER child her precious perfect baby boy! And then perhaps it was something Duusu said, perhaps the idea came over her like a possession. But in that moment despite Duusu's pleading, despite knowing the risks, despite the fact that reality was staring her in the face. She transformed and called for every ounce of magic she had and she commanded the miraculous to bend to her will twisting and breaking the magic and its laws. And when the feather sunk into Adrien's lifeless corpse it jolted and twitched and was overcome. And suddenly there he was! Her bouncing perfect happy baby boy! He jumped into his mama's arms and she laughed and twirled him holding him closer to herself. She had FIXED him, everything was okay now. That night Gabriel returned trying in vain to hide a massive teddy bear behind his back. He laughed and smiled when Adrien his 'son' ran up to greet him and cling to his legs. He never noticed how tired Emilie looked.

But unknown to her the smallest crack had appeared in the miraculous. And it would only grow.

Adrien was fragile. As she would come to learn. Two days after the day he died they were all celebrating at the boy's late birthday party, Chloe, Felix and Adrien were playing. Chasing each other around and having fun while only Emilie looked after them, Gabriel was inside away from the children catching up with Audrey, Andre, and Amelie's husband. Amelie her sister had gone to get them drinks saying she'd be right back. And then Adrien tripped on his untied shoelace and hit his head. And then he didn't get up. His body twitched and shook, Chloe screamed and ran inside, while Felix tripped and fell to the ground unable to tear his eyes away while his cousin seemed to melt away revealing SOMETHING. Emilie ran to her childs side calling all of Duusu's magic into her hands. By the time Gabriel made it outside 'Adrien' was just fine with only a little scratch and a bit of blood on his perfect little head. Emilie smiled tiredly and told Audrey and her husband that Chloe had just gotten a little scared when Adrien fell and started crying. Chloe tried to deny the claim, tried to say Adrien's body had been OOZING something but her parents simply rolled their eyes and told her to stop being dramatic about a little blood. Felix meanwhile ran into his mothers arms and said he wanted to go home. The sisters shared jokes about how dramatic children could be!

Emilie thought that would be the end of it. But it would happen several times each time she would just barely be able to call on the magic to keep Adrien together, and each time she was very VERY lucky that Gabriel had missed it. But it was clear to Emilie that Adrien was too fragile for school, she needed to keep her child home where she could keep him safe and sound. And so when it came time for Adrien's annual check up Emilie volunteered to take him alone after all Gabriel was a busy man he needed to focus on work right now, so that one day Adrien could inherit the company! The doctor she chose looked perfect on paper, but all it took was a little cash to convince the man that Adrien was a sickly weak child who's health would suffer if he were to attend public school. When Emilie returned home with the bad news her husband was concerned un-sure if they shouldn't perhaps try to get a second opinion after all Adrien seemed fine! He was such an energetic happy boy! Emilie felt guilt gnaw at her insides as for the next month she distracted her husband with excuses and lies, finally he saw it her way and told Adrien himself that they would have to break their promise he would not be going to public school. Adrien threw tantrum but Emilie ended it easily. Adrien was always SO well behaved for her, he always listened to EVERYTHING she said. Her perfect baby boy, who was going to be safe now, safe and home.

As the years wore on Emilie grew weaker, unknown to her the miraculous she wore had gained cracks and fissures another one for each and everytime she defied the laws of nature to keep her 'perfect' child alive and well. Duusu had tried many times over the years to make the woman see reason until finally she grew tired of the arguing and commanded the little god to stay quiet and listen to her every word. Duusu had no choice but to nod and continue watching as Emilie destroyed her own soul, giving her life piece by piece to the amok she called 'son'.

And Adrien? Well he was PERFECT. He grew up just like Emilie wanted, he looked just like she always thought he would as a child, he never spoke out of turn, never fought her for anything, he was polie, kind, innocent, sweet, a romantic like herself, he was like a prince from the fairytale books she used to read him every single night. He learned everything so quickly it made Emilie glow in pride. It was like Adrien had become everything she ever wanted and hoped for. Gabriel was just as proud though he sometimes admited he was envious at how Adrien seemed to listen to his mother more then he listened to his dear old dad. Emilie would just laugh and say it was because Adrien was a momma's boy and that it would change when he got older. But she honestly hoped it never did. After all her son was perfect the way he was now! And who wouldn't want a perfect son?

And then it was his birthday again.

Just like all those many years ago, Gabriel was busy with work. It was just her and Adrien yet again. They plaid piano, they watched her movie, they read books together, it was perfect just perfect. And then... It wasn't.

The second time Adrien died. Nothing went wrong. He got up to get his mother a cup of tea and then he was on the floor. Emilie ran to his side and called for the magic to keep him sustained like she had every single time before for so many years. But the miraculous glitched and sputtered too broken to listen to the command. Emilie was forced to watch as her now teenage son, her perfect wonderful flawless son, dissolved away. Until the only thing that remained was the body of a 5 year old taken too soon from the cold cruel world. He hadn't changed at all. Still like she saw him all those years ago. Still dead.

And for the first time ever Emilie allowed herself to weep and allowed reality to break into her perfect wonderful life. Adrien was dead. He'd been dead this whole time, the boy she raised the boy she loved he was a being of her own making. A creature she had burdened with all her hopes and dreams a creature she had shaped into a perfect ideal son. But Adrien... Her Adrien. He hadn't been a perfect child. He'd been reckless, he'd been overdramatic, he threw tantrums, he pouted and wailed and was naive, sometimes he just would not listen to her. And when he'd died she had not only refused to accept his death, but she'd refused to acknowledge who he actually was. The Adrien she'd been raising was a pretty lie, a perfect painting covering a rotting canvas. So she cried and screamed and wailed. She mourned her child, the real and the fake. She mourned her marriage had Gabriel even noticed how sick and weak she was? She mourned for the years she would not have and the things she would not see.

And Duusu. Duusu who had tried to warn the woman, Duusu who had been her dearest friend once upon a time, Duusu who already knew what she was going to do, Duusu who felt tired his body aching as his miraculous broke more with each act of twisted magic, Duusu who laid his little paw on Emilie's cheek and cried his own tears and gave the woman a solemn nod.

Just once more Emilie called for the magic and just once more she twisted it and broke it and shaped it. But this time she let go, she let go of all restraint, this time she let go of her own soul, this time she let go of who she wanted Adrien to be and instead remembered who he WAS. This time, this very last time she would for the third time gave birth to another life. The first had been Adrien, the second had been what she wanted him to be, and this last time he would be who he wanted to be. The feather again sunk into the childs body.

When Adrien awoke his head lay on his mothers lap. She looked pale and tired, had she always looked this tired? She smiled a weak and frail little smile and told him he'd fallen asleep. That night Gabriel came home with a gift hidden behind his back for Adrien. And he remarked that Emilie looked like she needed some rest while Adrien tore open his present. Emilie just smiled and said she would get some later, she wanted to spend time with her family tonight and take in every last second she could.

Perhaps it was the universes blessing that gave Emilie a little more time with her son. Or perhaps she'd been a little selfish in the end and made sure she had enough life left over so she could bask in the warmth of her sunshine one last time. But in the end she broke the laws of the universe and magic, and she had a price to pay. But she was happy now, so happy, Adrien even if he was made from her energy, a feather and some magic, was real now, he was free, and he would grow up and live his own life, maybe have his own children. She would never see them but she would love them through Adrien. It was with that thought that Emilie finally fell asleep.

Gabriel would never know what truly happened to his wife. Duusu would never tell him, the poor man would blame himself, and magic, yet he'd seek it out same as his wife had so he could cling to the past. And Adrien? Well Adrien was dead. But he was also alive, and for the first time in years he was free. But now he had to figure out what that meant.

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cloveroctobers · 4 years ago

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• ROHAN WASTI•

IG info/bio: @/niceguyroasti | 175k followers | Just here for a bit of fun 🤹🏽‍♂️! They don’t call me the brown handstand king for nuthin, mate 🎪🤸🏽‍♂️

(23) 25 (26) years old

From Wolverhampton, England

Before you ask...no he’s never met Liam Payne but Rohan’s sure he’s a great lad. (He was asked this question in one of his lives, he secretly thinks it was talia from one of her secret burner stan accounts lol) He’s got a nice tune with a boogie w da hoodie that he likes??

Anyways...he’s of Pakistani heritage

His mother used to work for a printing press company until she along with 15 other employees were laid off back in Sargodha

She was out of work for months becoming a stay at home mom (which his father initially wanted)

While his father continued in ironwork

They uprooted their family to the uk two years later after Rohan’s father also got laid off

Rohan was about 7 years old when they moved to Wolverhampton

he picked up on the English language faster than his parents

Always a quick learner

He has two younger brothers

Who are really his cousins/friends of the family that his parents brought home from Pakistan after their parents passed in a tragic accident

he was eleven years old when he met them at the airport and was super excited to have sibs! & even encouraged his mom to let him buy them something they would like sort of like a ice breaker which they seemed to appreciate 😭

His parents wanted him to major in software engineering or any form of engineering really but that quickly became a “hell no” vs “hell yeah” after those courses started to rot his brain?

So what does he do? He decides he’s gonna major in psychology instead!

That seems more of his speed? Kinda? As long as he’s not dealing with that hardware shit then that’s cool with him tbh

Psych held more of his interest since he doesn’t have a issue with the whole science aspect tied into it but it’s deff lengthy and can be draining sometimes too

He doesn’t psychoanalyze everything like our girl marisol does

marisol will be like “hmm...you’re distributing narcissistic behavior based on your superego more than your ego ya know?”

but Rohan will either think it or think nothing of it and just continue to go with the flow lol. He’s that kinda guy

Why was he majoring in this in the first place? Just to say he had the degree in something maybe?

He’s 50/50 thinking he’ll just get the degree he’s halfway there but he really wants to be part of the circus

And now has circus themed tatts that he’s proud of thank u

Always had the obsession with all that comes with the circus, he had his paternal grandfather to thank for that

His grandfather used to juggle along with other forms of entertainment but mostly juggling on the street back in Pakistan to earn $ since there were a lack of jobs

The atmosphere there also was what got him into doing handstands cause why tf not

You can absolutely guess that the acrobats, trapeze acts, and tightrope entertainers are his favorites to watch

His parents just assumed it was a hobby of his and never took him serious even tho he openly said growing up that’s something he would like to do in life

He now understands the purpose of “freak shows” even tho he can honestly say those parts of the circus used to terrify him until he learned that not everyone is the same and there should be no shame in that

He will train on the side until he finishes his degree to make his parents happy but he knows he truly belongs in the circus and that’s where he will be someday whether his parents approve or not— after all this is his life

Lives on campus and is currently looking for a flat off campus to share with a roommate or two (he thought about asking jake & Tim but decided against it FOR NOW)

Mostly had temporary and odd jobs to get by each semester, has not had a steady job due to fully being a full-time student

He’s tried to be a full time student and full time employee (working as a package delivery man) just to burn himself out and never attempted to be a part time employee. It was not something he could handle sorry

His mother spoils him...he’s a bit of a mama’s boy

When it comes to relationships, it never seems to be what he thinks it is? One moment things are going great then the next he’s in the friend zone so he’s never quite sure where he stands with his significant others?

Which is why he thinks it’s safe to always start off in the friend zone or unintentionally puts those who have interest in him in the friend zone because that’s what’s comfortable to him

however if he’s really into you & you’re showing that you’re into him but it’s causal dating or whatever u want to call it? & you up and decide to pick the other over him catching him off guard he’s gonna be in his feelings about it 100% ex.) how he picked erikah over mc the 2nd time around and felt some type of way when erikah hopped on reeses dck

he wants communication even if it’s hard

and he wants someone to love unconditionally and for them to love him back

Definitely likes to sweep his loves off their feet

Especially when he’s kissing! The whole dipping you while you kiss, hand on the small of your back, or hands gripping your waist while he’s pressed up against you. Probably likes to bend you over things or have you pressed up against objects as well—Sign me tf up

I feel like he’s always warm and his hands are surprisingly soft with how many handstands he does in a damn day

He purchases hand moisturizing gloves

can always hold his own weight

enjoys core exercises

Will carry you on his back or his shoulders if you need to see better at festivals/concerts

He’s sexually fluid

It’s canon/hinted that something went on between him & jake when mc walked in that we missed by a few seconds or even a minute but I do think he’s attracted/was to jake and it’s canon that jake is bi bby

Plus he got excited when mc suggested that he’d date jake if jake doesn’t find someone in the villa so BOOM 🤗

Always active as a kid trying to do flips and shit likes he’s doing parkour much like Bobby ending up with bruises, scrapes, and surprisingly no broken bones? Well maybe scratch that last bit out...He did crack his head open a little bit once giving his mother a heart attack but his mother doesn’t dare speak of it — haram!

Loves his sleeveless shirts and silver thick chains

Keeps a five o’clock shadow + might grow a little stubble here and there, feels like it’s part of his signature look

Won’t grow a full beard due to the racism/prejudice he witnessed his father, grandfather, uncles, and cousins go thru!

Will spend coin on some aftershave, none of that cheap shit when it comes to that! Sorry he takes pride in his facial area

probably went thru a mild case of cystic acne when puberty hit & had some insecure moments when it comes to his appearance & still has moments where it’ll hit even tho he beat it thanks to some remedies but tries his best not to let it get to him

He knows how to manage his $ but can splurge every now and then but will never showcase what he has — that’s v corny to him to be overly flashy. He’s looking at y’all @/leggy @/jasper/@/miles

Doesn’t take high quality photos of himself, it’s always zoomed in or extra zoomed in photos—yup he’s got that type of feed

Regrets putting mc in the friend zone & wishes he put more effort in making things work with erikah

But slowly learned to be happy that she’s with Reese even if he wasn’t at first. He really thought there could have been something for him & erikah

he secretly thinks their “relationship” is superficial & based off of shallowness and lust. What else do they have? Nothing that he could have given her but what’s the point in being bitter over this?

Reese is a shit stirrer that thinks he can get anything he wants because of the way he looks & if he knows outside info that he can use again you, he WILL

& erikah? He doesn’t know where her head is at majority of the time. She likes to throw rocks then acts like she didn’t mean to do it but why do it in the first place if you didn’t mean to? + she seems to lose interest fast if they don’t fit her standards besides their physical appearance...yeah Rohan caught all of that

So did she even genuinely like him or want to besides what he brought to the table physically? Who knows

He just thinks people deserve their chance at happiness and he possibly could have had it if he wasn’t standing in his own way...and he absolutely won’t stand in anyone else’s way if they don’t see potential happiness with him

He’s cool with cherry but deep down he knew there wouldn’t be anything long term between him & her after some time. She’s a beautiful/hot girl but she wasn’t his type + he didn’t like how she portrayed herself in the villa even tho she claims there was more than what meets the eye when it comes to her

she proved that to him which she didn’t HAVE to!!! outside of the house and they actually remained friends unlike the now growing distance he has with erikah

I cannoned that him and Hannah give it a go. I think they’d be cute together? She told him from the moment they met at a festival that they were now dating after they ended up holding hands but he didn’t take her seriously since she was a little drunk?

She messaged him two days later asking him when they were going on their date and that was enough for him to give it a go

They only lasted for a couple of months since they outgrew each other slowly but surely. ‘Not all things are temporary,’ he had to remind himself

It was no bad blood thankfully and they continued to be friends with him wishing her well on her new relationship with Carl. He was genuinely happy for her as he always was for his friends

Cannot cook for shit but makes the best coffee with cinnamon & cardamom

once tried to make Aloo Chaat but with a twist! With the use of Potato Skins instead! for a family dinner party and his mum almost sent him home due to the insults his father spewed at rohan trying to fool them all that it was his wife who prepared such a thing

It is evident that his father only enjoys his wife’s cooking

he still makes it for himself when he’s starving despite what his father thinks

Is fluent in Urdu, English came second

Never ashamed of his culture although his father thinks he is...

His fav shows are misfits + the IT crowd and he is currently watching & enjoying truth seekers + mr. selfridge since Tim recommended it to him ofc

his fav American show is the challenge

when asked what his fav American movie is, he got dragged since ppl assumed it would be the greatest showman but he can’t take all the singing...musicals aren’t his thing sorry

But he’ll bust out a rap only if Tim & jake are around, he rarely does it alone

Even looked into producing music for fun but never took THAT seriously

closest with jake & Tim, doesn’t have much of a relationship with the other lads 🤷🏽‍♀️ but there’s no real beef with anyone he knows how to let shit go

But you’ll never catch him having a chat with Reese or following him back on ig. What they had to say to each other was already said and done so?

If erikah agrees to get engaged to Reese, he’s happy for her but cordial to him

if she doesn’t end up with Reese, he’ll be her shoulder to lean on if she needs it

his love language is physical touch with a splash of acts of service

Commonly sleeps curled up, his mum says he was like that in the womb as well—(same dude)

He’s probably a good 5’9 - 5’7 on bad days

Is he a Pisces? Idk

His signature cologne is probably Antaeus by Chanel which is described to have notes of: lemon, lime, coriander and sage w. A blend of thyme, basil and rose

Loves black pepper, specifically garlic, onion, black pepper, and sea salt all mixed together

has a vitiligo spot on the right side of his lower spine that is commonly covered with the waistband of whatever bottoms he has on

has a pogo stick

Wants to go skydiving next, has gone bungee jumping—which was such a adrenaline rush!!!

probably knows a few tips on how to survive in the wild or if the apocalypse hits...you can never be too sure

If he ever gets a pet he might get something like: Satanic Leaf tailed Gecko, Kinkajou, or a Pac-Man frog. He likes being different okay

he actually enjoyed season 3 despite the negative remarks made about it. It was “different” basically drama free which was a shocker knowing how production likes to take things take a shot every time ro explains his decisions/opinions as such lol

BUT he won’t go as far to say he liked it better than his season yet he did enjoy keeping up with it. He def has a crush on iona, aj, vieve, Camilo & tai

Yasmin actually joined one of his lives, which he doesn’t do too often but he couldn’t sleep one night and thought he’d give it a go. She’s quite nice & quiet but he ultimately felt calm around her + they bonded over bohemian lifestyle & his love for the circus + a little about their cultures

Long term goals? He doesn’t have a set timeline of when he wants everything to happen because pressure is not fun

but he wants to be in love and loved back, wants to be married, wants to have kids, wants to try out the circus for awhile and if that doesn’t work out he can always fall back on his psych degree—he just wants to be happy and share that with someone, that’s one of the biggest adventures he can possibly have

His anthem = Blxst, “No Love Lost”

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earthfluuke · 4 years ago

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2020 creator wrap + follow forever

so...it’s january 2021. i am so stupidly late to this, but i’m finally doing it. i’m so sorry to everyone who tagged me in their own; i saw and appreciated all of your lovely words! much love to all of you ♡

follow forever:

@petekaos: rahul! it has been so wonderful getting to know you over the past year. sharing all of our ideas and taking things far more in depth than we have to have been some of the highlights of the past year. you’re my petekao buddy; truly, no one understands my love for them quite like you. you are so creative and talented, and you inspire me to put so much effort and thought into my own works. please know how kind, insightful, and brilliant i think you are!

@asianmelodrama: faiza, you are a light that breaks through any and all darkness. you are just so uplifting and optimistic, and it’s impossible for that not to rub off on to others. analyzing 2gether with you sparked so much joy and inspiration in me. you just get things that other people don’t, and i can’t explain how great it feels to be understood in such a way. never dull the sparkle you put into this world, because it is the very best thing about you.

@weilongfu: talking to you about all of our different aus got me through so much of 2020. it was always such a fun, lighthearted way to get through some of the tougher times. i love that we can go completely left field, and yet it still makes perfect sense to us. you keep so much of the simplicity and fun alive in these fandoms, and i cannot express how much i appreciate that!

@earthpodd: dad!!! you have been such a grounding, warming presence in my life this year. you’re so comforting and understanding and patient, and your overwhelming kindness is so admirable. our conversations are always so safe, and when i say it means the world to me, i say it with my entire chest. thank you for everything you’ve done for me, because all of it matters so very much to me.

@premswarut: alexa, talking to you about the gifted was always such a fun experience. predicting and worrying together made the experience of watching the show so much more fun. i look forward to this year, where we can hopefully have more of those conversations together. your insight is always so wonderful.

@0ffgun: my oli. of course you’re here, because how could you not be? the fact that we only began talking in 2020 astounds me, because it feels like we have known each other forever. you have become one of my dearest friends, and i am just genuinely so happy that we’ve come into each other’s lives. you are such a comfortable person for me, and i can only hope i am the same for you. i wish nothing but the best for you always, because if anyone deserves it, it’s you.

+ more lovely people who i love to see on my dash: @bldramagalore // @brightwin // @sarawatism // @planthusbands // @fiat-pattadon // @pallyson // @yihwas // @emisfritish // @gunsatthaphan // @khaotungthanawat // @offgunatp // @vihokratanas // @mark-kit

creator wrap: 5 works from this year i’m proud of

1. my petekao week works for days one, three, & seven: technically, these are three works, but i’m grouping them together since they all belong to the same prompt week. writing these was a STRUGGLE (ask rahul, he’ll tell you the chaos i went through to get these done). i’m pretty sure i stayed up until 4am writing each one? that’s what happens when one of your favorite pairings has a dedicated week at the same time you have finals. they’re all very different, but each of them are topics i’ve wanted to write about for a while and i’m really happy with how they all turned out.

2. nymph!tine au: again, this isn’t one work, but they all belong to the same au. i was in such a writing funk; and then 2gether came out. i was able to creatively stretch myself so much with these fics. i tend to add a lot of lengthy descriptions in my writing, and i’ve always seen that as a bad thing. but these fics warrant such long, poetic prose, and that’s what i’ve come to love the most about them. i adore the universe i’ve created, and even more so, i adore how many people found joy in it. i hope when spring of this year hits, i can add more to it.

3. #bestofbl2020 gif sets: i made almost 30 gif sets within the span of one month, one for each day. i feel like i’m allowed to group these into one. i was having such a hard time coming up with gif ideas, and this gave me a way to get back into the swing of things. every gif is from a series i adore, and it was fun reflecting back on all the lovely media from the past year.

4. tutor & pete!twin au gifs & fics: the first gif set i made for this au was meant to be a one off, random thing. but then people responded so well to it, and i thought ‘i could do something with this.’ and i did. and i love it. seriously, twins tutor & pete is one of those things that’s just so simple. there are no frills. it’s just fluff and silliness, and sometimes, that’s all you need. i hope i can continue with them this year, because i’m no where near done with them.

5. bi pride gif set: need i really say anything more?

here is to the new year! i hope each and every one of you can find some kind of positivity and happiness in it, in whatever way that means to you!

#non bl #stfu madeline #tag game #tag games

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 5 years ago

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The Best Things ~ J.V. (Part 1)

A/n: I'm so sorry but I DESPERATELY needed to get this off my chest before I exploded because I have absolutely NO self control.

I made a playlist

Word Count: 5000+

MASTERLIST

Come in sets of two...

Y/n was an oddball.

At least that's what his parents said- a lot.

"You're such an oddball."

It seemed that they meant it endearingly, but the words stuck with Y/n much more than they probably should have. And maybe that was less because of his parents or even his brother and more because of the media and the other kids that treated him very differently than they usually treated other people.

It probably didn't help that he was a Wayne.

Bruce Wayne was an absolute golden boy. He was responsible, driven, intelligent. He was a staple for Boys Going Somewhere. A face to an idea that everyone absolutely adored. It was known very well that Bruce was going to be the successor to Wayne Enterprises- even though Y/n was two years older. Bruce was good to the core, with a wide smile but a certain professionalism that most adults didn't ever master.He was level headed and figured things out very easily. His parents were incredibly proud of him and held him very dearly, and it showed.

Y/n wasn't anything like him. He preferred staying up late and watching the stars or the sun set and then rise again, compared to understanding anything about business. He was somewhat of an artist. He had notebooks full of drawings and his room was covered with thumbtacked paintings he'd put on his wall with pride, even though most of them were what he was known for: people, animals, or objects that he'd fixated on long enough to paint them... except that they were often multiple things in one painting, and they were all mashed together in a rather alarming sight. He walked around with paint in his hair and on his clothes, his eyes bright and shining and his energy completely uncontained. He had no sense of self control or when to be quiet or calm. Most often he wasn't even found at home, as he went to school and then hung out with friends he'd made on the streets.

It was instantly incredibly obvious the drastic difference between the two boys, and people had been bidding on which one would succeed and which one would flop the very first second Bruce had been born. Every bet was on Bruce making it.

Despite everything, Y/n and Bruce got along very well. Y/n was rather emotional and got upset very quickly when he was ignored, which worked quite nicely with Bruce's curiosity. Y/n could go on for hours about the same thing and Bruce would listen. Bruce could ask questions about one painting for just as long and Y/n would eagerly answer each one, going into as much detail as possible. Y/n pulled Bruce out of his comfort zone and gave him a little fun outside of the expectations that were constantly pressing down on him. Likewise, Bruce took up the mantle and allowed Y/n the complete freedom to be himself and be appreciated for it.

Even the boys' parents had a pretty steady relationship with Y/n. They found him to be a little much, but with Bruce leaving them reassured that their company would be in a pair of capable hands, they were perfectly fine with letting Y/n go absolutely wild. As log as he was safe and everything he did was legal. They might live in Gotham, but the Waynes were good people and that wasn't changing anytime soon.

Overall, they were a very happy family.

Everything changed the night Thomas and Martha Wayne were shot dead on a way home from a movie they'd taken Bruce to.

It had been a night out like any other. Y/n stayed home as usual- it was the only time he could turn his music all the way up and completely lose himself in whatever he wanted to. The others didn't mind. It let Y/n blow off steam and made him much calmer for a while; in addition, they had a night out together and got to bond with Bruce. Sometimes they'd take just Y/n, and sometimes Y/n and Bruce would go out together without their parents, but most of the time it was Thomas and Martha and Bruce, and each Wayne was okay with that.

Y/n was staring at a half painted canvas, eyes wide and fingers trailing the path of his lips. He was loving the loudness and the thumping of the beat under his feet. Like it was in his blood. He smiled, raising the paintbrush.

The door busted open. "Y/N!"

Y/n spun around, startled. In the sharp movement, he knocked over a tiny bowl full of paint. Alfred reached over, turning the music off. "Your parents were shot and killed. Bruce is home early." Red paint dripped down the easel and over Y/n's shoes as the words tried to sink in but failed.It was like looking at something see through or invisible. Like feeling the breeze and wishing to catch it, but never able to close your fingers around empty air. Y/n just couldn't comprehend what Alfred was saying. Sensing his shock, Alfred moved closer. His voice was softer when he repeated, "Y/n. Bruce needs you. He won't admit it, but I can't help him lone.He won;t even admit he needs help. He might open up to you."

"No," Y/n choked out. Martha Wayne was far too kind and gentle. She was warmth and safety incarnate. Something so good and bright wasn't allowed to fade. Like yellow paint,or the sun. She always came back in the morning Always. And Thomas Wayne was... unbreakable. Unshakable. Impossible to even faze, let alone kill. He was unbeatable. Nothing could kill him. He'd live forever. Or, at the very least, go out at his own time when he was completely sure he was ready to. "No."

"Yes," Alfred insisted, shaking Y/n's shoulders violently. Y/n flinched. "Please-"

Without another word, Y/n pushed away from Alfred and sped to Bruce's room. He didn't even knock. Bruce was sitting on his bed, his eyes haunted and his lips resting in a soft frown. His hands were in his lap as he perched on the edge of the bed like he was planning to run any second, but he also seemed cemented in place as if he couldn't go anywhere even if he wanted to. He was scary still, and as his eyes slowly moved from the floor to meet Y/n's gaze, the older Wayne shivered at the darkness in his gaze. "Bruce?"

Bruce nodded stiffly in forced greeting. "Y/n."

Y/n bit his lip. Bruce's gaze fell to Y/n's feet and widened, his hands tightening on his knees. Y/n looked down to see the red paint still on his shoe, beginning to dry, and immediately felt sick. "So-" he cut off, his throat burning like he'd swallowed acid."So they're really-"

"Yeah," Bruce interrupted.

"You were there."

"Yeah."

Silence fell like a piano from a fifth story building. Even when the silence left, the feeling didn't. Both boys were suddenly being crushed under the weight of a ginormous object neither of them could see let alone explain or find the strength to remove. It stayed through the funeral, and onward. It manifested differently for each boy.

Bruce began to dig into his parents' murder, sifting through file after file, night after night. He got little sleep and ate even less often. At least he wasn't hurting himself anymore. That he had done a lot right before Alfred, Y/n, and Jim Gordon had all teamed up to knock him out of it.

Y/n was thrown into the world of business. He was torn away from everything he cared about. His freedom and dreams were stolen ad he was forced to clean up and get into a suit and start taking care of the family company- at least until Bruce was ready. In a few months he lost not only the things he enjoyed and his parents, but also his friends and the easy going way of life. He was beaten down and forced to be calm and collected. He was taught how to not deal with emotions like real men do and handle business that needed to get taken care of. He wasn't a person anymore. He was a tool.

It was unbearable for Bruce. He was losing all of his family in one go and as he tried to fight to make sense of it or keep anything of his old life, people kept trying to knock him down a peg and remind him that he was a child. Even though Y/n, barely 14, was apparently old enough to have the world on his shoulders when he was completely and totally not able to handle it in any way. It was supposed to be Bruce's job.

Finally he managed to prove his capabilities, but not in time to save Y/n. He had been rung out by the press and pushed to the brink and then over by the people at Wayne Enterprises. When he got his free time back, he didn't spend it watching the stars or the sun rise and fall. He didn't spend it painting dogs and lamps. He didn't spend it doodling and ranting to Bruce about all the things he found wonderful about the world. He spent each and every second he had locked in his room, painting.

The colors of each work began to get darker, the themes more twisted. They got better as he fixated on one thing only... unfortunately, that thing was death.

Y/n was spiraling. He didn't take care of himself and sometimes didn't come out of his room for days. Bruce tried to get through to him, but it seemed that something really bad had happened while everyone had expected him to be in charge. The thing was, there were no hints about it and of course no one at the company would fess up about anything. Y/n wouldn't talk about it. Anytime anyone even mentioned Wayne Enterprises, he would pull away and become unresponsive.

Then the Maniax began wreaking havoc.

Y/n's focus suddenly changed. He wasn't fascinated per say by the horrible things going wrong, but more the people that were committing the heinous acts. One day Bruce finally got him to talk about it, and all Y/n had to say was, "I mean, who does that? Who goes around just killing people like it doesn't mean anything? For no reason? Look at the redhead- he shoots one of his own guys for no reason- Look, right there. What kind of mental state would someone have to be in to be so flippant about taking a life?"

The obsession with the Maniax was soon followed by an obsession of killers in general. He was found constantly reading history books about some of the world's worst killers. Then, about Gotham's worst killers specifically.

That was why Bruce went to him when he began to get involved with that same redhead that had set Y/n down this path in the very beginning. "What do you think drives him? I mean, why do what he does?" Bruce asked his brother one day. It had been quite a while since they'd sat down and talked like this. When Bruce would ask questions about something Y/n fixated on and Y/n answered with pure eagerness. This had been the first time the information had been useful or had a realistic application, and it was upsetting.

"Probably some mental disorders. Perhaps some childhood trauma. He's probably immensely desensitized..." He paused. "Jerome Velaska is actually quite odd. He's probably just psychotic, with some serious abandonment issues and a sort of god complex. He wants to be seen and known and craves endless adoration and attention. He'll do anything to get what he wants, and doesn't have the patience or tolerance for anything else. That's why he acts out- it's like he has the mind of a child. He didn't get his way and now he's going to pitch a fit and chuck his toys. His toys being people and the fit being murder."

Bruce swallowed. "That's demented."

"Hm?" Y/n hummed. He blinked then forced himself to nod. He had zoned out and not blinked to bring himself back to the present. "Yeah. He's totally messed up."

Bruce tried not to ask Y/n about Jerome again after that. There had been a strange light in his eyes. A dangerous interest that made Bruce... nervous.

Everything came to a climatic bang when Alfred took the two brothers out to a charity banquet held in honor of a children's hospital. He'd only managed to get Y/n out because he'd been more energetic recently. More in a good mood. A little more like himself. In favor of seeing Y/n be so much like he used to, neither Alfred nor Bruce questioned it.

Boy did they wish they had though.

The night was seeming to pan out rather dull until the Magician came out. Y/n loved Magicians. He always had. He found their skill to pull off even the most obvious tricks was rather impressive. So when the Magician on stage asked for a volunteer and Bruce was chosen, Y/n was a little disheartened.

Bruce, however, seemed that he would rather do anything else. He had been nagging to leave anyway. Y/n stepped forward. "I can go up for you if you want," he offered.

The woman smiled and on stage, the Magician announced, "Ah yes! Just as well, just as well. Please, join us." The woman held out her hand for Y/n and he took it immediately.

Gotham hadn't seen Y/n in a very long time. People tittered and clapped and Y/n felt nervous. He hadn't been in front of a crowd since-

No, he wouldn't think about that. Tonight it was just some good fun and he'd be okay with that. Wasn't he allowed to have fun every once in a while?

The Magician greeted Y/n then opened a box, motioning for him to get in. He did, with a bounce in his step and excitement in his eyes. The box lid closed over top Y/n and the slats were put in place. It was the classic "sawed in half" trick. Y/n was immediately put off though. It would ruin the magic if an audience member did the trick. The assistant always did this trick, because it required a lot of trick of the eye to work. This way, he'd just get cut in-

Y/n's eyes went wide. The Magician above him smiled deviously.

"Does this handsome gentleman have a name?" Suddenly Y/n's body went cold. He knew that voice. Had heard it again and again and again on tv. He had seen that exact smile accompanying it. He was torn between the horror of the very real possibility of death at any second, and awe at finally meeting the man he'd been unable to get out of his head for the last significant amount of time. Since the whole bus full of high schoolers had almost been set on fire and that soon-to-be familiar face was all over the screen during the news broadcast about it. That face that had been and would be on every news broadcast for quite sometime. The Magician hummed, raising his eyebrows, and Y/n swallowed.

"Y/n," he said. There was no point now. He was trapped and at this man's mercy. What could he do? Cry for help? The most anyone would do is laugh it off, even if he could manage to get the lump out of his throat and get any coherent message across. Plus, something far more demanding kept him silent.

An extremely dangerous sense of curiosity.

If he was going to die tonight anyway, he might as well take his last moments to see what Jerome Valeska was like up close.

"Y/n," the not-magician repeated, musing over the name. "Well, Y/n, this won't hurt a bit." He clanged the two large saws together and Y/n felt breathless. What was he doing?! This was absolute madness! "Is there a doctor in the house?" The crowd laughed. The crowd LAUGHED. Of course they laughed. They always laughed. No one cared about Y/n Wayne.

Suddenly Alfred's voice sounded out, rather panicked. Y/n looked over, surprised. Of all people, Y/n didn't think it would have been Alfred who would have intervened. Alfred had been much too wrapped up in taking care of Bruce. Such as everyone was. Despite that, it was him to stumbled out, "Just- wait- excuse--" He held up a hand, everything going quiet and still as he tripped forward. "Just wait, wait, wait one second."

Jerome didn't wait.

The saw came down.

To his own shock, Y/n was fine.

The assistant rolled away his lower half and then returned it just in time for Jerome to lean close and whisper, "Give em a wave." Y/n looked directly into his eyes and his smile wavered. They were a pretty color. Brown, littered with slight blues and green that came alive under the stage lighting.

"I know who you are." The words wouldn't have been heard by anyone else other than Jerome- even if it wasn't for the clapping. Jerome froze, but Y/n didn't wait. He stood, waved to the audience to show he was alright, and then allowed the assistant to take him back to his place next to Bruce and Alfred.

When Jerome spoke gain, his words seemed to be a little different. Y/n placed the emotion when he turned back around again and saw Jerome's eyes glued intently to Y/n. He wasn't blinking. "Some say Y/n here has a split personality." The audience laughed at the pun and then his voice lightened again as he moved onto his next trick. As he called up the mayor an the set up began, the assistant's mask fell off.

Y/n gasped. He knew that face too. Unmistakable. Barbara Keene. Of course. How did Y/n not see that far sooner?

"I should warn you," Jerome teased lightly. "No one is getting out of here tonight alive." The audience laughed and Y/n thought he would feel terror at the words. What was stopping him now? He could whisper to Bruce or Alfred. To that nice lady from before-

It was then that Y/n realized Lee Thompkins was gone.

Jerome flung a knife straight into the Mayor's gut and Bruce stepped forward, gasping in time with the crowd. Y/n was torn. Why was he torn?! This was simple! Stop this! Right? Surely he could do something.

And yet... he found he didn't want to. God what the hell was wrong with him?

The Mayor fell and people began panicking. The gun shot started and Y/n moved without thinking, slipping behind a curtain and out of sight. He began to move through the curtains until he was far enough fromAlfred not to be stopped, then he was ducking to make sure he didn't get shot- and he waited.

He saw Jerome and Barbara tie up Lee and then make a call. He spoke loudly- it wasn't hard to make out at least one side of the conversation. His demands didn't make sense. They didn't line up at all with his character. Why...?

His maniacal laughter suddenly cut off as he turned to face his newly terrified audience. The moment was interrupted, though, by a new voice. "Enough!" Y/n stepped out from hiding to get a better view, only to see a man he didn't know. That was a new experience on this night where Y/n seemed to be able to put a name to ever face in this room that mattered. "It's time for you to pack up your little sideshow and leave," the man continued. Jerome was still grinning. That didn't make sense either. Why didn't he seemed bummed that his fun was getting interrupted, or a little tentative around the new player he hadn't planned his game around? How had this guy even gotten in, with all the guards outside? It felt off. Y/n could sense it immediately. Even the man spoke like he was... reading lines.

And Jerome responded in the exact same way. Like he was in a show. Like he was acting.

The movements of the two men and the way they formed words seemed so out of place. Even the shot of the gun Barbara used... none of it seemed natural.

Without thinking, Y/n stepped forward. The small noise his steps made immediately caught Jerome's attention. His eyes light up, his smile relaxing to a much more natural place. This was Jerome. The change was impossible to miss for Y/n, who had been carefully studying him so long.

"You," Jerome called, pointing directly at Y/n for the first time tonight. This felt even more thrilling than when Bruce had been picked. Now there was no charade or manipulation. It was just Jerome and Y/n. "Come here." He held up a gun, obviously ready to threaten someone's life to get Y/n to obey, but he was already moving before the words could leave Jerome's mouth. "What a nice boy." Y/n should have been at least pretending to be phased, but he was far too caught up in analyzing Jerome that he didn't think about how his step was confident and unfaltering, taking him to Jerome without any hesitation. He didn't think about the expression on his face, but how it made Jerome specifically respond. By simply having an emotion other than fear, Y/n had caught Jerome's attention and was reveling in it. Jerome could see that too, and it seemed to entertain him even more.

"You just gonna stare at me all day?" Y/n whispered softly, trying not to let his lips twitch into a smirk. Was he... flirting? It felt like he was suddenly outside of his body, watching this train wreck happen, unsure of who was in control or why he was doing anything he was.

Jerome seemed to be absolutely loving it. "Stand here with me." His voice was soft as silk, near purring. Y/n moved to where he motioned and stayed silent. The problem with his new placement: everyone could see his reactions now, not just Jerome. It was time to start acting at the very least.

Turns out he didn't much need to.

Jerome was easily terrifying as he was charismatic.

Every time Y/n thought he had caught on to Jerome schtick, he did something that threw Y/n off completely again. It was all fun and games, playing at murder but then pulling out some joke shot that didn't really make any sense. Did he actually want to keep all of us hostage? Wasn't it enough to have a few? Bruce, me and Alfred because Bruce was Gotham's golden boy, and he wouldn't let anything happen to me or Alfred. Lee Thompkins because she was his bargaining chip. The four of us would be plenty enough of a bargaining chip, maybe a handful more just in case. Why spare everyone, if he really did like killing so much?

There was something to Jerome that really intrigued Y/n. He wondered what the maniac was really thinking. What really drove him to act this way. To take control of a whole room full of Gotham's richest of the most well meaning... only to ask for ridiculous, nonsensical demands and not kill a single one of us.

Again Y/n got that sense, like something else major was actually happening here.

Y/n was zoning out. Missing things. He couldn't focus on the act going. The show that had more layers than what was originally apparent. He missed the whole throw down with Barbara and Lee as well, but caught the gist: Barbara was apparently in love with JimGordon and fancied that they'd end up together. Lee was apparently getting in the way of that. Blah, blah, blah. Girl drama and psychopaths and romance and delusion. Barbara almost killed Lee. Jerome stopped her. So on and so forth.

Then, Jerome attention was on Y/n again all of a sudden, even though he'd been carefully ignoring the boy he'd called up on stage until that point. He grinned at Y/n, the knife he'd taken fromBarbara manifesting in Jerome's hand. The redhead used it more like a finger than a weapon. He ran the dull side of the back of the blade under Y/n's chin, the flipped it so the blade was pressed gently to Y/n's skin. "My favorite volunteer," he said slowly, stepping far too close for what should have been comfortable. "You know, I've seen you on TV."

"And I, you." He hadn't meant to respond, but it had slipped out before he could stop it.

Jerome's head tilted as he popped his chin in pride. "Well, of course. I was meant to be on the big screen. I made my own way. It was my choice to end up where everyone could see me." He took a deep breath in. "You, however... what a scandal." Suddenly Y/n couldn't breath. Jerome roared in giddy, insane laughter. "There he is!" He turned to the audience, motioning to the slight shake of Y/n's body and the sickly pale tint to his skin. "There's that fear! That fear or hate or disgust or whatever it is you all feel for me... except for you." He looked back at Y/n. "We're so similar, Y/n," he sighed. "I'm an orphan too, you know. I don't fear death either."

"You killed your parents," Y/n managed to get out through gritted teeth.

Jerome tilted his head back and forth. "Details, details." The knife was at Y/n's throat again. "You're no fun anymore, you know. Everyone stops being fun at some point. I will give you one thing: you lasted longer than most." The knife pressed further into Y/n's throat and he sucked in a sharp breath as it broke skin, a single drop of blood making a vibrant path down his pale skin.

Gun shots. Suddenly Jerome spun, pressing Y/n's back to his chest, moving the blade so Y/n's was a hostage instead of the focused on target. There was a bit of chaos in the crowd, and Y/n's eyes widened to see Alfred and Jim Gordon of all people mowing through Jerome's lackies. Jim turned his barrel toward Y/n and Jerome. "Let him go!" He shouted. Jerome's giggle rang right next to Y/n's ear. Whatever weird spell from before that had Y/n controlled and calm and still broke and he flinched back away from the blade. Unfortunately, that only brought him closer to Jerome. After a second Jim defeatedly announced, "I don't have a clean shot. Jerome shifted, obviously eager in his moment of victory.

"Stay calm, Y/n," Alfred eased. Bruce was shuffling, knowing it wouldn't help to rush in but having to use every bit of his self control to stop himself from doing just that. He couldn't lose Y/n too. His brother was part of the quickly dwindling family he still had left.

Jerome's breath sounded in Y/n's ear as he gritted his teeth, switching from plying a game to planning an escape. Of course he wanted to get out of here alive. "It seems like we've got ourselves in a bit of a pickle. "What do you say Sweetheart?" Jerome mumbled in his ear. He was twitching, rocking a little from foot to foot. "Why don't we boost our ratings, hm?" The knife moved from one side of Y/n's throat to the other, drawing the smallest line of blood. Y/n gasped, his body shaking in suddenly very real fear. He wondered if this is how his parents had felt, or if they'd died too fast to really be afraid of dying at all. "Smile." Jerome began his wild, broken chittering of a laugh again.

This was familiar. Jerome had been waiting all night to kill someone, and for whatever reason he hadn't. Unfortunately, that meant he was definitely not going to hesitate to now. Y/n closed his eyes, and echoing, "NO!" Coming from his younger brother before he was sure he was about to be enveloped by darkness.

"I said, enough." Jerome let go of Y/n in surprise and both boys turned, unsure where to move from here. Not knowing how to switch gears. There stood the man from earlier. Theo Galavant. Theo grabbed Jerome by the color and drove a knife into the side of his neck. Y/n made a weird, half-choking, half-squeaking sound as the blade made impact into flesh, the audience gasping behind him.

Y/n couldn't move. He fell backwards, tripping over his own feet and barely catching himself as he made his way off the stage and to the ground. Theo must have thought he was further, but he heard it. He heard what the man said next. "I know, I know, I know," he cooed as Jerome choked, dying. Y/n blinked, trying to clear his head. So many thoughts were swimming through it and his chest had begun to tighten and twist. He couldn't breathe. He could still hear though. "This isn't what we rehearsed. I'm so sorry Jerome. You have real talent! But no, you see, the plot thickens. Enter: the hero."

Something horrible settled into Y/n's stomach as Jerome spoke again, his voice weak and raspy. "You... said... I was... gonna be..." He died before the sentence could finish, and Y/n was running. Ramming into Bruce, the boys holding each other tightly as Alfred enveloped them both with his arms.

"It's over," Alfred reassured. "You're safe now, Y/n, it's okay."

The words sounded sincere and full of relief, but Y/n couldn't shake that things were far from over. In fact, he was sure they'd only just begun.

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lovelyrdjr · 5 years ago

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four times tony answered peter's calls and one time peter answered his

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The first time Tony answered one of Peter's calls, he was thankful.

The meeting he was in was terribly boring and he was so grateful for the distraction and excuse to leave. Pepper had forced him to go to the meeting in the first place, even though he begged her for days not to make him go. He knew he was being childish, but everyone knows that he hates going to meetings. The board members are such assholes. Tony knew that using the kid as an excuse to leave was probably not the most mature thing to do, and Pepper is definitely going to get in his ass about it later, but he just can't help it.

So when he answered the call, he immediately began thanking the kid. He didn't know how to explain to Peter that he had basically just saved his life, but he was damn well going to try.

The kids laugh when he told him that just made the whole thing even better. Peter didn't laugh near as much as he should, he's been through a lot in his 16 years, so Tony takes pride in being the one to make him laugh.

"You're welcome Mr. Stark. Pepper told me you were in a meeting and I know how much you hate those."

"You're an angel child and I love you."

When Pepper came out of her own meeting half an hour later to find Tony sitting on the hallway floor with his phone to his ear and a big grin on his face, she decided to let it slip this one time.

The second time Tony answered one of Peter's calls, he was scared.

Peter never called him while he was on patrol unless he was seriously hurt, and even then it was Karen that had to force the call through, because for some reason, Peter just did not want others to know when he was hurt. (Not like Tony could complain much, considering he didn't even tell Pepper that he was dying, and Rhodey only found out because he was in the room when he was trying not to die).

So when Tony answered, and didn't immediately hear the rambling that Peter usually bombarded him with, he was worried. He didn't want the kid to end up like him, to feel like he has nobody to rely on when he was hurting. He wanted the kid to know that when he was hurt, Tony really wanted to know because then he could fix it, because he spent his whole life fixing things and that was what he was good at. He was beyond terrified that Peter wasn't the one that called, that Karen had actually pushed the call through because Peter was so badly hurt and could not make the call himself.

So when he heard the kid start talking, he could not describe in words the amount of relief that he felt. (The nerves weren't totally gone because, let's be honest, Peter is prone to trouble and just because he wasn't dead doesn't mean that he isn't hurt).

And when Tony realized that Peter wasn't hurt, that the real reason he was calling was to excitedly tell him that a little kid had given him a bracelet after he helped her find her mother (who probably felt the same way that Tony was feeling just moments before), he couldn't help but feel relieved.

"You're a demon child and you were put on this earth specifically to worry me, weren't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about, Mr. Stark!"

The third time Tony answered one of Peter's calls, he was happy.

Peter was coming to the tower after school to help out in the lab. Tony would never admit it to anyone (except maybe Pepper, and probably Rhodey too if he asked nice enough) that it was his favorite part of the week. The lab felt empty without the kid there, which was a little hard to get used to considering there was a time when the only people allowed to enter was Pepper and Rhodey, and even then they only stayed for a couple minutes before rushing out. Peter was only person that actually enjoyed being in the lab with him, and Tony was going to hold on to the enjoyment for as long as he could, because Peter is getting older and he knows that the kid is going to lose interest in him at some point. But right now, he was just going to be happy that the kid ever had interest in him.

"Hey, Mr. Stark! I just wanted to let you know that I'm gonna swing to the tower today. May needs me to pick up some milk for her so I'm gonna do that before heading over!"

"Okay, kid. While you're at the store, get some snacks. We can have a movie night."

"Mr. Stark, I love you. You always have the best ideas."

"Stay safe, kid."

The fourth time Tony answered one of Peter's calls, he was frustrated.

The kid had been ignoring him for a week now. He was dodging all of his calls, he didn't go out patrolling because he knew that Tony was going to force a call through, he even skipped lab day! It was a stupid argument, now that he thinks about it. He never should have gotten so angry at the kid for something that he really had no control over. When he found out that Peter hadn't been eating enough, he was angry. Why would he ignore his own needs like that? He never let Peter explain why he wasn't eating enough, he just yelled at him.

When Peter left, he thought about it, hard. And when May called him, to tell him off because he was being such a dick to Peter when he had no right to be, she was right. Tony wasn't his father, no matter how badly he wished he was. He was just worried and didn't know how to handle it, so he just started yelling. And he told her that. When she explained that while she didn't know that Peter had not been eating enough, that it was her fault. She had lost her second job due to budget cuts and she was not able to afford as much as she used to, and Peter, the angel child, didn't have the heart to tell her that he wasn't getting enough because he thought it would make her feel bad.

And Tony so badly wanted to apologize to Peter.

"Hey, Mr. Stark."

"Hey, Pete. Listen, I'm sorry. I was worried and didn't know how to handle it, so I yelled at you when I shouldn't have. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, Mr. Stark. I'm sorry ignored you."

"It was justified."

"Can I come over? I'll bring pizza and snacks."

"Yeah, kid. We can watch whatever you want. See you soon."

Tony decided that he loved the stars when he was 15.

There were so many unexplainable things about them. Some nights, when he couldn't sleep, he would sneak up to the roof (his bedroom was on the top floor, and it was easy enough to pull himself up) just to watch the stars. He imagined the billions, maybe trillions, of other hims. Was there a universe where he was a normal kid, where his dad didn't own a company and didn't have all the money he could imagine? Was there a universe where, just maybe, his father was proud of him? Or was there a universe where Tony didn't even exist, where his parents had a different child, or if his parents never even met. There were infinite possibilities, and Tony though of them all.

As he grew older, his interest grew. Sometimes, he even wanted to go to space. Maybe, if he tried just hard enough, he could get to one of those other universes where he was happy. He would take Rhodey with him if he could, because he was his best, and only, friend and he wouldn't want to live in any universe without him there with him. It was hard sometimes, to look up at the night sky and imagine a version of him in a completely different life, a life that he wished so badly that he could have, and then return to the life he did had and pretend to be okay with it.

When the aliens came to New York in 2012, he will admit that he was scared. He spent so many years watching the stars, and never once did he think about the possibility of aliens invading to destroy New York. He always imagined them to he nice. He wanted so badly to be part of a different world that he never thought that those worlds could be as bad as this.

Tony decided he hated the stars that day.

Flying a nuke into space, knowing that there's so very little chance that you're going to make it back home, is decidedly not fun. He imagined him going to space under different circumstances, like maybe as an astronaut, where he could spend months in one ship and just look at the world and everything it had to offer, because then maybe he would be happier that he had the chance to grow up on it. Maybe he wouldn't have hated his life so much, because he grew up on something so ugly yet so beautiful.

When Tony made it home, god he was so happy he made it home, he didn't know what to do. Just hours before, he was about to die, and now that he had a second, maybe third, chance, he didn't know what to do with it. He though about Afghanistan, how Yinsen told him "don't waste your life". When he left that awful cave, he didn't know what Yinsen had meant. How could Tony waste his life when he didn't really have one to begin with? There was one thing that Tony knew he wanted when he left that cave: the stars. And now that the stars didn't seem as great as they once did, that maybe now he even thought of them as terrifying, he didn't know what he wanted.

Nightmares were definitely not on that list.

Waking up at 3 A.M. from a nightmare about something that happened years ago was not what Tony wanted. Tony wanted a sleep all the way through the night, he wanted to feel like he wasn't running on coffee at all times. He didn't want to feel the same way parents do when they bring home a child - up at ungodly hours of the night to comfort something so innocent and small.

So he called Peter.

He knew that he was probably sleeping, god he wishes that he were sleeping, because if he found out that Peter, the angel child that he loved oh so much, had nightmares as well, then he wouldn't know what to do.

When Peter answered, with sleep in his voice, Tony was happy. He was happy that the kid was sleeping through the night, that he didn't have the same terrifying problem that Tony had every night. He was happy that the kid, even though he was asleep, still answered Tony's calls. He was happy that he had Peter in his life, because he doesn't think that he would be able to live if Peter wasn't there. He was so happy that he had the chance to love Peter as if he was his own son.

"Are you okay Mr. Stark?"

"Yeah, kid, I am now."

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mendesstories · 5 years ago

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From the Ground Up

A/N: This idea came to me when I first heard the song ‘From The Ground Up’ by Dan + Shay a few months ago and this has been sitting around in my drafts ever since. I never liked how it kept turning out and I’m still not a 100% proud but here goes nothing. Tell me what you think!!

Taglist: @mendesficsxbombay @particularnervous (if you’d like to be added or removed let me know)

March 2016

“So...it’s time, eh?” He sighs looking at her.

She glumly nods, her eyes roaming everywhere but refusing to meet his. Her mouth opens to say something but her throat runs dry and suddenly words seem hard to find. Truthfully, she’s not sure what to say to the boy she loves when he’s about to leave for what, she prays for his sake, is the first of many of his own world tours.

She steps towards him, takes a deep breath and attempts to gather her resolve for him.

“I’m only nervous because I don’t know how things will work out ahead.”

“But I’ll call ever-”

“No wait let me finish, I want you to know that this-” she gulps and her fingers fidget with the frill of her top, “-this is big and it’s going to change your life. I’m so so proud and happy that you get to do this because, my dude, you deserve to live your dream more than anyone else I know. And, even if all the distance and time changes us, I won’t hate you ever, you’ll always be my best friend first.”

He wants to tell her that her fears are irrational. They are them, they’ll get through it all together but he’s not sure he can actually convince her this time. If he’s being honest he’s terrified she’s going to be right like always, that’ll he’ll get caught up in the glitz and glamour of it all and lose her.

He moves towards her tentatively, hands snaking around her waist and she melts into his embrace. Her head rests on his chest, her shoulders shuddering and for a split second, he blames himself for choosing to do what he loves and hurting the ones he loves in the process.

For a fraction of a millisecond, he has this feeling although nothing might ever be the same in his life again, that somehow the two of them will pull through it. That little glimmer is enough for him. Now, it’s his turn to take a deep breath and garner some strength for her sake.

He whispers softly, “Believe me, baby. We’ll be alright.”

Her dad watches them wearily from the side. He knows Shawn is a bright young boy with big dreams filling up his mind and only the best intentions at heart but he cannot help his fatherly inhibitions from clouding his thoughts.

He wonders how right Shawn is in choosing to make this his career and not going to college. He isn’t sure if they truly understand how the dynamic of their relationship is about to alter, both of them ambitious but heading down starkly different paths. He worries the scrutiny and attention that is bound to come, will wear out even his strong-willed little girl.

August 2019

Post-concert Shawn is always on an adrenaline high. Tonight, however, was truly special. He’s played the biggest show of his life. A sold-out stadium in his home city. The same place he would pass by numerous times as a child with his gaze fixated and eyes wide unable to wrap his mind around big it is.

Certainly, he never imagined that one-day a deafening crowd would sing the words he wrote in his journals back to him when his slacked jaw and welled up eyes leave it hard for him to swallow and finish the words.

She’s out there in the deafening crowd with her hair flying in every which direction with his sister singing along to every song just like everyone else in the audience. His biggest (and possibly favourite) supporter since day one.

He gets off stage a jittery mess with his heart still pounding fast against his chest and the whole room is electrified with his entrance. He hands his guitar to Cez and is pulled in for a hug.

There are bottles clinking, friends and family making rounds hugging him and each other. There’s enough energy in the room to spark up the CN tower standing tall behind them.

The past five years of his life and career have gone by in the blink of an eye. She was right when she predicted everything would change but the one thing that’s stayed constant is that he wouldn’t want to do any of this without her by his side, be it having to clean up the beer bottles and leftover pizza after Brian’s roaring 21st or playing a twice as roaring Rogers Stadium.

So, smile a mile wide and hands still clammy he makes his way towards her. He picks her up giving her a quick twirl and she lets out a little laugh. It’s enough to ignite his burning heart further.

He puts her down and she pulls him in closer for the tightest and warmest hug ever. Her blanket of love, happiness and pride envelops him.

He did it

Something lights up in her holding him so close in her arms. A glimmer, like the one he had in the airport all those years ago, tells her as long as they are hand in hand giving life their all, they’ll have many more moments like this one.

September 2019

He’s seated in the crowded auditorium between her parents and little brother, adjusting his dress shirt and formal slacks waiting for the graduation to start.

He recalls that one late night during the Europe leg of the tour when he woke up to fetch some water and realised she wasn’t in his arms. He found her with her shoulders bent over her textbooks and laptop, reading and rereading the words attempting to make sense of the page. She rubbed her eyes and willed herself to stay awake.

5 more minutes she convinced herself every five minutes

His heart plummeted looking at her haggard appearance knowing he was partly responsible for it. He never asked her, he never had to, she magically always knew. She could tell sense his anxiety building up. The initial buzz of being on tour fading away. He wanted to come home, tease his sister and press kisses to his mother’s cheek.

She would give him the world if he so asked and if there was anything she could do to keep his heart even slightly happier, she would. So without much hesitation, she makes a few adjustments in her budget for the rest of the month and flies out to him.

The glint in his bright eyes and his warm laugh reverberating through her eardrums when she surprised him made it all worth it.

Standing in the dim light of the tour bus it occurred to him how selfish and unfair he was to be so caught up buzzing around in excitement of her arrival to see how all that she does for him takes a toll on her as well.

He knows she’s going to compensate for this trip by working a few extra and long shifts around her classes. Her classes are a whole other story. They are far from easy and he has come to understand computer science is an incredibly time consuming and draining major despite her being passionate about the subject.

Recording albums, selling out stadiums, and writing heart-wrenching, gut-twisting songs was never her dream but she believed in his nevertheless. While chasing her own dream, she’s continued to support his.

Decidedly he wipes the sleep away from his tired eyes. He makes up his mind that he’s going to help her study even if that meant simply keeping her company.

“What? Why are you awake?” She asks him breaking out of her trance as he settles into the space beside her.

“Here, please take care of yourself, honey.” He mumbled into the dark placing a cold glass of water and some fruit in front of her.

Andrew may have found them the next morning all cuddled up, soft snores leaving their exhausted bodies, but they had successfully finished her linear algebra 1 work.

His face breaks into the biggest grin when they announce her name. Hands clapping as loudly as possible while she walks up on stage beaming with pride and standing tall in all her 5 feet 5 glory. Her dad even whistles a few times. He can only imagine how proud her parents are of their daughter.

She did it

His chest constricts with a bubbling feeling and he isn’t quite sure what it is. Perhaps it’s pride but something tells him it’s just the all-consuming love he has for her and all of her.

4 years later

The second she is pushed out the room is engulfed in an overwhelming torrent of emotion.

She’s beautiful

It’s his first thought. Certainly, she’s covered in baby gunk but she’s still beautiful.

The silence in the room for the first few seconds seemed piercing. Is she alright? She’s supposed to cry, right? Why isn’t she crying? Then it’s replaced by her faint little cry which grows louder and louder until it has turned into an all-out no holds scream. She’s loud but he doesn’t mind in the slightest. She’s safe. His wife is safe. His own family is here safe and sound.

“We have to clean her up first.” The nurse declares gently picking her up from her mother’s chest where they placed her for barely a minute.

He doesn’t want to let her out of his sight. So, he drops his head and presses a kiss to his wife’s forehead, whispers an ‘I love you’ and speeds off after the nurse.

Not so much to one’s surprise she cries and shrieks as they take a prick of her blood and check her vitals. It takes everything in him to not pick her up and coo into her little ears that he’s right here and as long as he’s round he won’t let anything bad happen to her.

“Hi angel, I love you.” He bends down and mumbles as the nurse runs a washcloth across her tummy.

He never imagined those five words would alter his life and perspective forever. Her cries seem to subside and he knows that newborns have little to no muscle power and she can’t really see but he swears she looks at him and calms down.

4 years later

Estela Mendes is nearly four now. She has more fun each day than should be legally allowed. She struggles with sharing toys and her parents’ undivided attention with her toddler brother (her parents promise you they are working on this), while her curiosity about the baby in her mama’s belly grows each day.

4 years and 7 months later

Gotta support the neck Gotta support the neck

The thought has been drilled into his head by his parents over the past few months. While his fans may have said countless things about his large hands, some of their words managing to leave him haunted, he never really noticed how large his hands actually were until now. She seems so little and fragile in his arms compared to the first two now notorious Mendes siblings.

It’s safe to say the youngest Mendes daughter wasn’t planned yet somehow she came at the perfect time.

The two of them had spent a fair number of nights with goosebumps rising on their skin in the Toronto breeze, after putting their kids to bed, (god, how do they sound so old?) huddled shoulder to shoulder as she indulged in her choice of cravings for the night (it was a jar of pickles more often than not) dreaming of what the baby girl growing inside would be like.

Now, she’s here and he’s enamored with her very existence. He can’t keep his eyes off her. If it was all up to him he’d sit there for hours on an end memorizing every little detail of her being and watch her attempt to clasp her small figures around his large ones.

His wife rests her head on his shoulders, exhaustion rimming her eyelids with her matted hair against her forehead. She moves her hand that is free of the IV needles and tubes to bring the two older children, smitten with the latest addition to the family, closer into her lap.

Everything he’s ever wanted - needed really - is right here in his arms. He feels complete.

7 years later

The youngest Mendes child is clutched to her waist, hands moving animatedly describing plans she has with her siblings for the rest of the day, as the pair of them make their way out to the rest of the family in their backyard.

His wife’s heart grows in size finding both sets of grandparents recollecting stories while Shawn teaches his two older children how to strum a certain chord on his guitar.

The mess of curls - that is her son - seated on Shawn’s lap has a glint of mischief lacing his eyes trying to think of ways to add his touch of fun to the relatively calm backyard.

She puts her daughter down who wobbles across the grass to where her dad and siblings are seated.

Now, all four of them are playing some game. He somehow manages to lift all three of them into the air, makes the sound of a bear growling, places them back onto the grass gently and tickles them until they’re all in fits of laughter.

The delirious belly laughs they let out at his antics have him grinning ear to ear. The simplicity of the moment overwhelms him. This is all he could ever dream of having and more. A family of his own, people that are his own and people with whom he can cherish the wild rollercoaster of moments his life has been and continues to be.

All those inhibitions her dad had at the airport years ago no longer hold true. He’s watched Shawn grow into being the incredible partner and father that he is today.

He’s the man her dad hoped he would be.

65 years later

The morning sun streaming in uninvited kisses them awake. He opens his eyes to the slivers of light peeping in through the gaps in the blinds casting thin stripes across her tan and angelic skin.

She blinks multiple times adjusting to the sudden light drowsily, mouth curving into a lopsided grin as he pulls her closer into his embrace.

65 years old now, in this little house that they made home when they stepped foot into young, first child on the way, eyes dancing with excitement for the future.

The pictures that adorn every nook and corner of this warm and humble abode are a testament to their tale. The clouds may have rolled and the earth may have shook but they sheltered each other through the wind and the rain.

They did it

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