#i'm just. really hesitant to change it right now. sorry about that anon

[ofstardustanddreaming]

hidden love

headcanon summary: gambit reacting to mutant gn crush who can hide their presence

content warnings: none

fandom: x-men/deadpool and wolverine

character: gambit x reader

anon request

a.n. - i'm so sorry if the accent doesn't come out quite right in writing, i've never really had a chance to write accents! please let me know if there's any improvement i can make :)

your power allows you to disappear in a sense, where you fade from existence seemingly. it created a problem when you were younger, where you felt cut off from your peers when you faded from lack of control over your powers. it was a feeling you took with you into your adult lifetime though, when you were recruited by charles into x-men to hone in on your skills. now you're better at disappearing when you want too, although it can subconsciously happen when you space out or get startled easily.

you still felt a bit ignored by your peers, although not unused to the feeling, but you were hoping to branch out and gain some family or close friends. it wasn't until remy showed up in your life that the feeling of being invisibile you got so used to changed. now it seems like others now had an easier time seeing you as well.

you initially ran into remy on the stairs, rounding the corner a bit too sharp, the resounding smack into his chest causing you to inhale a sharp breath. it's not like you meant too, your throat closing up at the idea you could get in trouble for this, the one time you're seen. you simply curled into yourself and you thought about hiding, and then simply vanish into the air. you couldn't help it - you bumped into a really attractive man you hadn't met before, feeling too incredibly embarrassed beyond your stuttering to offer a napkin or apologize to the man you caused to spill his coffee on himself.

"huh? cher?" he asks, looking around for where you could have possibly gone. he shrugs after a second, purple eyes glancing around, and walks away, back upstairs towards where you assume his room is to clean up. you come back into visibility after you're sure he's gone, a small smile on your face after hearing him speak, gaining a damning crush on a man you barely know. (you can only assume you haven't seen him before was because he just got recruited or he's been on a bit of a long mission away from here, long enough for you to be recruited a few months ago. which would make you feel worse if he just got back and you spilled his coffee on him.)

the next time you see him, you're both in the kitchen for breakfast. he glances your way where you're nervously making your coffee, not used to him continually looking at you, not through you. usually people give you a glance over, not able to really focus on you too much when you fade in and out because of a fear response towards conversation. something you've carried with you since childhood.

"ah, so you're the cher i've had the pleasure of running to, no?" he asks, his accent thick, pointing out to the slight disappearing act you have right now, fading slightly. you're mesmerized, hanging onto his words. which you're sure he notices, considering his smirk your way. he plays with his cards, as he waits for your response and the stovetop to heat up.

you nod though, focusing intently on stirring your coffee before you take a sip. he walks over to you, looking you up and down. it creates a nervous break in you, causing you and your mug to disappear completely now, another aspect of your power - you can cause certain objects you're holding to disappear as well, some bigger items needed more concentration you've found.

he holds his arm out, wondering if you could still be felt. and you let him, as he touches your shoulder, eyebrows raised. he thought your power is really cool, not hesitating to tell you so. it makes you feel warm, like you're finally seen as you come back into view.

and that was the beautiful start of your friendship. the both of you found any time you could to hang out, where you would spill everything to one another. you, talking about how scary it is for you to talk to others on the team because of your younger days, where others really never made connections with you because of your disappearing act. (he loves parading you around to the others, and they do really want to get to know you. it's just getting over the fear.) he also talks to you about his thieving guild days, thankful for your understanding and how you welcomed him with open arms.

he's also very flirty with you, although you think he's that way with everyone. you've seen how he is with rouge as well, and as someone with low self esteem, you assume that he only wants friends with you, and that he's just acting friendly with you. which you're okay with. (little do you know that he really likes you. he's just been practicing lines with rouge, and didn't realize you had overheard for those moments.)

it only took a few months after what you saw for you both to reveal your feelings for one another, which happened on one of your many missions together that went awry. you tend to fade in and out during fights based on what strategy is best, and you had faded to help a prisoner of the enemy escape by becoming invisible as well. an enemy saw you disappear though and took an educated guess to where you were and shot you. it causes you to come back into sight of remy who saw you get shot, falling to your knees.

remy rushes your way, throwing cards at the enemy who shot you, falling next down next to you. others took over the fight, one already close to finishing, so he's able to focus his attention on you to stem the bleeding. you've both never seen so much panic on the other's face like this, facing potential death and the fear of being unable to spend more time with another.

"oh, hold on mon cher. you'll be okay." he cradles your head with one hand, another on your waist. you grasp onto his wrists, vision fading, the last thing you hear is "je t'aime mon couer."

you come to eventually in the infirmary, vision fuzzy before it clears. you feel a weight in your hand, remy beside you sleeping in the uncomfortable chair next to the bed. his hand in yours. it makes you lightly smile, glad he was there. you tug on his hand, to signal you were up. he was quick to wake up, wanting to attend to your needs.

"oh, couer, you're finally awake now. ya need anything, anything i can do?" he hovers over you, hands stroking your face, feather light. you hold one of his hands, kissing his palm.

"just you. i love you too, you know." you tell him, and from there you both start your relationship, confessing to one another.

in the end, you're happy you're able to be with the man who can see you for you.

[misc-obeyme]

hello o/ anon who requested the brothers turning into cats forever ago here!!

can i request mc turning into a cat this time?? whether the brothers already had the experience and know what the cure is is up to you!!

Welcome back, anon!

I'm sorry it took me so long to get to this! I got it right in the middle of my prompt event so I had to sit on it for a few days.

Anyway, that cat request was so fun, I definitely wanted to do this one, too! I can only assume it's because I'm totally a cat person that I find these so enjoyable to write lol. And someone has also requested the dateables turning into cats, so I will be posting that part two soon as well.

the brothers react to GN!MC turning into a cat and breaking the curse with true love's kiss

Warnings: none!

Lucifer

Recognizes you right away. He can probably sense the magic that turned you into a cat to begin with. If you seek him out for assistance, he's going to be the one who knows exactly what to do. If he's alone when you first find him, he's going to be struck by just how cute you are as a cat. Picks you up and holds you tucked against his chest. Start purring to really make his cuteness tolerance overload.

He's not going to let you go anywhere. Depending on how long you're in cat form, he's going to want to make sure you're taken care of. Keeps you in his lap while he does research into what needs to be done to restore you back to normal.

If he finds out that this was a result of something you did - such as a prank gone wrong or a messed up potion - he is going to lecture you the entire time you're a cat. You can't talk back or leave, so he's taking full advantage. You should be more careful, MC. You're just lucky you have him around to help you when you get into this kind of trouble.

Doesn't even hesitate upon discovering the cure is true love's kiss. Picks you up from his lap and kisses your nose. You turn back still in his arms. He's going to smirk and put you down on his lap again. You'll have to stay there for a while because he's not going to let you go.

Mammon

He's confused at first. He probably went looking for you only to find a cat where he thought you would be. As soon as it clicks that you are the cat, he panics. Freaks right out, scooping you up into his arms and running around the house to find any brother who can help him turn you back.

MC! MC, can ya hear him?! You better meow or something so he knows you're okay. He'll calm down eventually, especially when everybody starts trying to find the cure. He'll sit down with you, but the worry will be evident in his expression. Make him feel better by kneading at him and purring. Butt your head into him to demand pets. Your cuteness will be enough to get him to settle down.

The others are probably the ones who figure out what's going on. Not that he couldn't, just that he's too busy stressing out about you. If you're a cat for a while, you become his bag cat - kinda like those tiny purse dogs. He's gonna keep you with him all the time and that includes RAD. So into the book bag you go!

Someone finally tells him that the only way to bring you back is true love's kiss. If he thinks about this too much, he gets too flustered to even try it. Does it mean that it has to be your true love? Or is it enough that you're his true love? Forces himself not to think about that too much. It doesn't matter, as long as you're back to normal! Kisses your fuzzy head. Melts in relief when you change back. He's more traumatized by this experience than you are. Please hold him for a while.

Leviathan

Doesn't realize it's you at first. Most likely you are the one who came looking for him and now he's just worried about this random cat that got into the House of Lamentation. What if it tries to eat Henry 2.0? Might try to shoo you out of his room. You might have to do something like use his computer to type out a message to let him know that it's actually you. If you do this, he might just think you're an amazingly smart cat until he reads the message. Then he's like ohhhh wow okay duh.

He's going to apologize for not recognizing you. But then he's going get a little nervous about the fact that you are a cat?! How did this happen? How does he change you back? Oh, but MC, you are a really cute cat. If you stay a cat for a little while, he's going to make cat cosplay outfits for you. Famous anime cat? That's you now.

Won't let you leave his room. Too protective of you and he doesn't want you to get lost or hurt. Doesn't go back to RAD so he can make sure you stay safe. If you really want to watch him get all flustered, curl up in his lap and start purring while he's playing video games.

After much online research, Levi figures out that the only thing that will bring you back is true love's kiss. His first thought is to bring you to Lucifer so you might have to meow in protest until he realizes what you want. He's going to be blushing like crazy, but he'll force himself to kiss your cute kitty cheek. When you're back to normal, go ahead and kiss him again.

Satan

The instant he sees you, you're in his arms and he's taking you to his room. The House of Lamentation has a strict no cats rule and he doesn't want Lucifer to see you. Doesn't realize it's you until he gets you in his room and actually looks at you more closely. Satan is pretty observant and he's a smart demon, so he puts it all together pretty quickly.

Blushes because he's embarrassed by how cute he thinks you are. MC. He's sure you want to be back to your usual self. But he would like you stay a cat for a little while. Won't you indulge him? You can express how you feel about this by either purring or hissing. If you purr at him, he's going to keep you in his room and pamper you. If you hiss, though, he's going to get to work on finding out how to fix you.

Won't let anyone else in the House of Lamentation know what's going on. Keeps you hidden in his room the entire time you're in cat form. Tells his brothers that you went to the human world for a few days. Comes up with some bizarre reason for this. Like you need to bathe in human world rain for three days or else you get really sick, that's just a fact. Didn't they know that about humans? Gets Solomon to back him up because everyone is suspicious of this.

Since Solomon now also knows the truth, Satan gets him to help with research into the cure. Eventually they figure out it's true love's kiss that will do it. He's a little sad that you'll no longer be a cat. He takes a lot of pictures of you so he can remember this forever. But in the end, Satan does want you back to normal. He kisses your head. When you're back to your usual self, you get to decide if you get annoyed with him for making up that bogus story about humans. Either way, you end up kissing him again.

Asmodeus

MC, darling. Did you know you are a cat currently? Meow. Ah, so you are aware. Did you need him to help you with that? Meoow! Don't worry, Asmo's got this! But hang on, first let him brush out your fur, it's looking a little matted. And you know, while he's at it, why doesn't he add some cute little bows behind your sweet little ears? You know, your claws look like they need a trim, let him take care of that. He can paint them, too!

You end up in adorable kitty clothes. You can't complain really because you look fabulous. And being brushed feels good, so you can't help but purr in his lap while he does it. You might have to meow in protest eventually, though, so that he remembers that he needs to help you get back to normal.

Shows you off to everyone in the house. Gets angry at anyone who messes up your look. Gives you a new outfit every day that you're in cat form. Has you do a little cat fashion show, takes a bunch of pictures and videos. Can't stop himself from posting a video of you on Devilgram with some kind of cat walk pun as the caption.

He actually knew how to fix this from the start. He's heard of this particular curse before. And anyway, everyone knows that true love's kiss is a pretty standard curse breaker. He sits cross legged on his bed with you, holding you carefully in his arms. Then he kisses your head sweetly. You change back to your usual self, half sitting in his lap, half laying against his chest. He wraps his arms around you, letting you know that he prefers you in this form, after all.

Beelzebub

Doesn't recognize you at first. Thinks you must be a stray that Satan tried to sneak into the house behind Lucifer's back. He doesn't want to get involved in that. Might just turn right around and walk away, pretending he didn't see anything. Get his attention by stealing his snacks. Now you're a problem he can't ignore. Get him to chase you to your own room and start meowing at him. He's going to realize your room is empty at which point he figures it out.

He picks you up gently. Due to his height and size, you find this is actually better than being on the ground. Climb up onto his shoulder and perch there so you can see the world at more human-like height. He's content to let you stay there as long as you like as long as you don't get cat hair in his food. Likes to listen to you purr in his ear.

He's probably going to need some assistance figuring out how to bring you back to normal. Goes around asking everybody. Won't let them near you, though. You're clinging to his shirt with your claws, anyway. If he tried to dislodge you, he'd end up with many little holes in the shoulder.

Upon being told the remedy is true love's kiss, Beel takes you into the kitchen. You allow him to remove you from his shoulder and he puts you on the counter. Then he kisses your furry head. You return to your usual form, sitting on the kitchen counter. You might be a little disoriented at first, but he's there to hold onto you while you reorient yourself. He has a slight blush on his cheeks. He's glad your back, MC. Please be more careful. Kiss him for real to make him feel better.

Belphegor

Wakes up to find you snoozing on his head, curled up in a little fluffy ball. Just like Beel, he thinks you're one of Satan's strays at first. But then when you wake up and yawn, he knows it's you. He'd recognize your yawn anywhere. He's amazed that it's the same even when you're in cat form. But he's also going to sigh about the fact that you've somehow managed to turn yourself into a cat. Really, MC? How did you even do this?

Don't worry. He's lazy, but he cares too much about you to let you stay like this. You're certainly still an excellent napping buddy in cat form, but there's just something missing. He gets really protective of you, holding you in his arms the whole time. Never lets anyone else touch you. Makes everyone else figure out how to turn you back. He's too busy taking care of you to do it.

Of course that involves quite a bit of napping. Didn't you know that cats sleep for fifteen hours a day? He has to make sure you're getting the rest you need. You get to decide if you try to keep him awake or if you give in and curl up beside him. If you do sleep with him, all you've got to do is purr a little bit and Belphie will be so content he'll fall asleep before you do.

When he finds out that it's true love's kiss that will bring you back, he decides to take one last nap with you in cat form. It's when you're curled up beside him fast asleep that he kisses your whiskered cheek. When you wake up, you're back in human form and Belphie's arms are around you. He's out cold and you have no idea how long you've been back to normal. You can wake him up or you can snuggle closer to him and go back to sleep.

masterlist | part 2 with the side characters | Thank you for reading!

[velvetydream]

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❝ Request! ᵕ̈

Summary : Charlie decided it was the best idea to reopen the hotel with a big party. Everyone was dressed in their best attire, only problem you couldn't dance.. but a certain demon took notice and decided to help you out.

Pairing : Alastor x Male! Reader

Word count : 1191 Words

Genre : Fluff

Warnings ➵ Spoilers for EP 8!!

a/n : Since I already wrote smth about Alastor and dancing, I tried to go for a little bit of a differen trope-

Also so sorry that this one os rather short, I'll try to make the next fics longer again!

Request by : 🍄 Anon

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After the hotel was destroyed by Adam, everyone worked together to rebuild it again. It took a while, but with the help of everyone and especially Lucifer, the hotel was standing again and even better than before! It was huge now, everyone got to put their own character into a part of the hotel and it was so personal now.

Just as the hotel was finished Alastor joined everyone again, no one dared to ask where he had been or what had happened to him.

So forward to this evening, Charlie decided a party to celebrate the rebuilding of the hotel. Looking in the mirror you let out a sigh, trying to get out any wrinkles from your shirt. Since Charlie asked everyone to dress properly, you decided to get out your best dress shirt, some nice slacks, some dispensers, and a pretty red tie. Being rather nervous about this party, you simply hoped that you could sit down at the bar and just watch everyone else enjoy themselves on the dance floor, were you not the most talented at dancing.

Knocks echo through your room, rushing over to open it and meeting Angel who was looking down at you with a smirk. "Looking good buddy! Let's get going! Everyone is already down there and I wanna get there before the alcohol is empty!" Grabbing your arm now, Angel starts to drag you to the stairs and down to the foyer. Just like before the bar was there, but now it was much bigger and a lot fancier, more expensive looking, did Lucifer complain too much about how the old one looked like. Though now the foyer was much bigger, with red velvet couches with dark wooden tables. Pictures hanging everywhere, one of Sir Pentious standing near the entrance with flowers. A big golden and crystal chandelier was hanging down from the ceiling. Arriving at the floor, you notice how Husk was behind the bar right now, serving Cherri a drink, she joined the hotel after the battle. Lucifer was dancing with Charlie right now which made you smile, it was so beautiful to see them finally bond. Vaggie was probably thinking the same, from the fond look on her face as she watched the two. Eyes now catching onto a certain red-haired demon, who was dancing with Niffty, it looked a bit funny since she is so short, but it was adorable to watch them.

Following Angel to the bar now, before taking a seat. Husk already starting to prepare drinks for the both of you. Angel immediately flirts with Husk, trying to get him to dance too, and in the end, Angel actually gets him to join in, leaving you alone at the bar sipping on your cocktail.

"Sitting alone, are we? Not enjoying yourself dear?" Looking up as you hear the radio voice, sending the owner a small smile. "I'm not really into dancing, so I'd rather just watch everyone." This made Alastor raise an eyebrow, not into dancing? Maybe someone just needed to show you how to enjoy it. "Well my dear, why don't you give me one dance and we'll see if you change your mind, what do you say handsome?" Holding out his clawed hand now, Alastor was slightly bowing to you. Eye growing wide, was he seriously asking you to dance after you said how you don't enjoy it? Of course, it looked fun, but you seriously weren't good at it at all! With a bit of hesitation, you place your hand in his hand, seeing as he won't back down, one dance should be fine..

Alastor helped you to your feet as he pulled you to the dance floor, coming to a halt a bit further to the side, probably to make you feel a little more comfortable. "Just follow my lead yeah? You will do amazing dear! I know it!" Guiding your hand to his shoulder now, he places his own on your waist as his other pulls you closer into him, before starting to guide you to the music. At first, it was slow and rather clumsy, even stepping on his feet a few times, immediately shying away and apologizing, just for him to pull you in again.

"Still not fun?" Smirking down at you now, your cheeks started to blush, you had to admit it indeed was rather fun, if you forgot feeling embarrassed every now and then from stepping on his feet. "It is.. I'm just worried I look funny when dancing, I'm so clumsy.." Lowering your head a bit, watching your feet now making sure to not step on his feet. A finger raising your chin again, making your eyes widen. "Eyes up here dearest, when dancing one shall not look down!" Alastor continued to guide you to the music and slowly but surely you were getting the hang of it, having Alastor quicken his pace a bit and even guide you to a few more complicated steps.

After a while, Alastor deemed it time to give you a little break, pulling you along away from the others and up the stairs. A bit confused you silently follow him, as he pulls you out on the balcony on the first floor. Breathing in the air, it was feeling rather cooling right now after all the dancing, despite being in hell. "Well? I would say that was rather fun!" Taking a seat at one of the tables now, Alastor had his shadow fetch you two some drinks from the bar, setting them down on the table. Joining him now as you agree. "It was indeed, but you were also really good at it!" Taking a sip from the glass now, you lean back a bit as you watch Alastor, your work making him chuckle lightly. "Oh thank you, my dear! I must say, I prefer some good Jazz and swing, but I can teach you that another time! It may be a bit too advanced for starters!" Watching him as you nod, he said another time? Does that mean he wants to dance with you again?

You continued to enjoy the silence a little while more, simply enjoying the presence of the other. Before Niffty at some point barged out onto the balcony, tugging on Alastor's coat and begging him to come and dance with her again because none of the others would. Chuckling, Alastor told her he would be down in a second, making her run off happily. "Well I have to get back my dearest, but I'm looking forward to our next dance." Taking your hand softly, he bows down slightly to press a soft kiss to your knuckles, before disappearing from the balcony and joining the others yet again downstairs.

Meanwhile, your face was blazing red, Alastor just kissed your hand and confirmed your internal questions of whether he wants to dance with you again, and even so far as saying he is looking forward to it.

Deciding to stay a bit longer to finish your drink and cool down, before joining the rest inside again, this was going to be a long night for sure.

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[burningcheese-merchant]

Abt burning spice's kingdom interaction with nutmeg tiger when he says "this place it reminds me of the first kingdom i..." do you think he destroyed that kingdom? Or built it?

The fact that he shows regret and hesitation in that line is interesting...

Do you think he became what he is because he doesn't have anything left to lose?

This can perfectly foils Golden cheese's story, even after her kingdom got destroyed she eventually embraces that fact and process that emotions healthily

Sorry im just yapping here, i love me two character that perfectly foils each other while being more similiar than enyone else and form a weird ahh relationship balancing between romantic or wanting to kill each other

-🌾anon

I'm going to go ahead and say both. I think he built it AND destroyed it. In fact, I'm going to go a step further and specify that he accidentally destroyed it while trying to defend it from some invading force, thus making this the first real step down that dark path. Think of it: in a mad frenzy to protect something he loved, he destroyed it instead. He unwittingly became what he was fighting against, if only for a moment - and that moment would set many things in motion, each more terrible than the last, for not only has Burning Spice now come to truly know the bitter taste of loss and history's seemingly futile nature, it came to him in perhaps the worst way possible, and so left the most lasting impression. (Idk if what I tried to cook here came out of the oven right, but there was an attempt lol)

I 100% agree with the idea that Spice became who and what he is after succumbing to despair in the face of seemingly unending loss (I go into detail about it here, this is how I personally headcanon his descent into villainy), and that there is still a lingering sense of regret somewhere inside of his heart, even if small and not strong enough to influence him anymore. That dialogue he has with Nutmeg Tiger is what pushed me to want to analyze him and construct a possible background and motive for him, and later what inspired me to want to redeem not only him, but all five of the Beasts. The fact that he might have regrets is very interesting and very promising to me, and lends itself to the idea that, with time and the right guidance, he could perhaps... change (to keep with the theme haha).

And I also agree with you on him and Golden Cheese being perfect foils for one another (it's part of why I ship them so hard lol). They mirror each other SO well in my eyes. And in the face of the same exact loss, one folded while the other stood strong (although you can say that GC folded as well, at least for a while, before she realized the folly in her delusional grief and collected herself). Nothing lasts forever, that's true, but that doesn't make it meaningless - quite the opposite. It is the ephemeral nature of life that makes it beautiful and worthwhile. It's alright to be upset when something ends, but you can't let that define you. Everything ends eventually. Focus less on what's far ahead or what's far behind and focus more on what's in front of you right now. That's the lesson GC more or less learns, and it's the lesson BS needs to learn too, in my opinion. And I honestly think GC is the right one to help teach him that.

Sorry, I sort of spoiled the "Change" arc in my Reformed Beasts AU a little bit here lol. You really hit the nail on the head with your thoughts here and it prompted me to puke this word salad. Great minds lol

[frikatilhi]

Elevator anon here. Sorry I'm late, I was stuck in trafik.

Bojan blinked, still half-asleep and processing the sight of Jere standing in his doorway at ten past three in the morning. The apology took a second to register, and when it did, Bojan’s expression shifted from confusion to concern.

“What?” Bojan finally said, his voice rough with sleep.

“What are you talking about?”

Jere swallowed hard. He could feel his pulse in his ears, his chest, his wrists--everywhere, all at once. He had spent hours trying to make sense of everything, and now that he was here, it all seemed so simple and so terrifying at the same time.

Bojan stared at him for a moment longer, then stepped aside and opened the door wider.

“Come in, Jere. We can talk inside,” he said quietly, his voice gentler now, coaxing.

Jere hesitated for a fraction of a second, but the warmth in Bojan’s voice, the familiar kindness, pulled him in. The door clicked shut behind him, and suddenly, the world outside felt very far away. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from a small lamp on the nightstand, casting a warm glow over the unmade bed and the faint outline of Bojan’s clothes strewn across a chair. It was intimate, quiet, and Jere could feel the tension inside him shifting, not entirely easing, but changing into something he didn’t want to run from.

Jere shuffled awkwardly near the foot of the bed, trying to gather his thoughts as Bojan walked over to the small table where a bottle of water sat. He took a sip, his eyes never leaving Jere, as if he was trying to gauge what was really going on beneath the surface.

“Okay, Jere. Tell me what’s going on. You’re kind of freaking me out here.”

Jere took a deep breath, trying to find the right words, but they seemed to be stuck somewhere between his racing heart and the fear that had been gnawing at him all night.

“I mean..” Jere started, but his voice faltered. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to look into Bojan’s eyes.

“I not mean what I said earlier, about needing space. That’s not what I want. Not at all.”

Bojan's brow furrowed, his gaze searching Jere’s face as if trying to read the thoughts swirling behind his eyes.

“Then why did you say it?”

“Because… because I panic. Because I’m scared!”

Bojan set the water bottle down and walked over to Jere, his gaze softening.

“Scared of what?” he asked, his voice gentle but probing.

Jere swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. This was it, the moment he’d been avoiding, the truth he’d been too scared to face. But he couldn’t keep running from it, not after everything Bojan had done for him. Not after what he’d felt in that elevator.

"I'm scared of what I'm feeling. You always give me some surprise but I not know what to do with how I feel," Jere shook his head, stepping closer, the words tumbling out faster now.

"I not need space, Bojan. I need you!"

The last three words hung in the air between them, heavy and raw, and for a moment, Jere was terrified he’d gone too far, that he’d said too much. Bojan didn’t say anything at first. He just looked at Jere, really looked at him, and in that moment, it felt like he could see right through him, like he could see everything Jere had been trying to hide.

“You… need me?” Bojan finally asked, his voice softer now, almost disbelieving, his eyes searching Jere’s for any sign that he wasn’t serious.

Jere nodded, feeling the lump in his throat getting bigger. He didn’t just need Bojan’s friendship, didn’t just need his support or his comfort. He needed Bojan, in every way that mattered, in ways he had been too afraid to admit to himself, let alone to Bojan.

For a heartbeat, neither of them moved, the air thick with the weight of everything unsaid. Then, without warning, Bojan reached out and pulled Jere into a tight hug, holding him close. Jere could feel the warmth of Bojan’s bare skin against him, but this time he didn’t want to pull away.

“You’re such an idiot, you know that?” Bojan murmured into Jere’s hair, his voice filled with affection and relief. Jere couldn’t help but laugh, a shaky, relieved sound that felt like it was coming from deep inside him. Then, slowly, Bojan’s hand slid up Jere’s arm, tracing the line of his shoulder before resting gently on the side of his neck. The touch was so tender, so deliberate, that it made Jere’s knees weak.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” Bojan whispered, his voice trembling slightly.

Jere’s breath caught in his throat, and before he could say anything, before he could even process what was happening, Bojan closed the distance between them. Their lips met in a soft, hesitant kiss, as if both of them were trying to understand this new reality they had stepped into.

But the hesitation didn’t last long. The moment Jere felt the warmth of Bojan’s soft lips against his, something inside him clicked into place, like a puzzle piece finally finding its match. He melted into the kiss, his hands tangling in Bojan’s hair as he pulled him closer. Bojan responded instantly, deepening the kiss, his arms wrapping around Jere’s waist, holding him as if he was afraid to let go.

Jere’s mind was spinning with the realization that this was real, that Bojan was kissing him back with just as much need, just as much desire. The kiss grew more urgent, more intense, as if all the pent-up emotions they had both been hiding were finally finding their release. It was messy and desperate, but it was also everything Jere had ever wanted.

When they finally broke apart, both of them were breathless, their foreheads resting against each other’s as they tried to catch their breath. Jere’s heart was pounding, but it was no longer from fear--it was from the overwhelming realization that this, whatever this was between them, was real and mutual.

“Stay with me tonight,” Bojan whispered, his voice tender, his thumb brushing lightly over Jere’s cheek.

“We don’t have to figure everything out right now, but I don’t want to let you go. Not tonight.”

A fic anon is never late, Frodo Baggins, nor are they early. They arrive precisely when they mean to!

(Also sorry I'm so late, I've been unable to write this weekend!)

Also, everyone's aware that there's a setting on Tumblr that shortens long posts on your dash? /o\

previously

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The words released tension in Jere's body he hadn't realised he was holding onto. Bojan’s voice was as soft as it had been in the elevator, and it made him want to melt into Bojan, leave all his worriy behind and let Bojan carry it for him. 

At the same time the thought of spending the night with Bojan stirred something deep within him, low in his belly, and he was suddenly very aware of Bojan’s hands around him, holding him firm and tight. Part of him wanted to crawl under the covers with him, push him against the mattress and–

But it was late, and he was tired (so, so tired), and besides, it wasn’t what he wanted.

Well, it was what he wanted. No use in denying it had been what he wanted for a long time now. 

But it wasn’t just what he wanted. He didn’t want some late-night, sleep-hazy, one-off fuck that they would pretend didn’t happen in the morning. He wanted… he wanted so much more than that.

“Just to sleep,” Bojan added, like he was reading Jere’s mind. “I mean, not that I don’t want… I just– shit.”

His babble made Jere smile, and he cut Bojan off with a short kiss on his lips.

“Yeah, yes, I know. Yes.”

“Yes?”

“Can you.. hold me?” Jere asked. “Like today?”

Bojan’s eyes lit up with something Jere couldn’t and didn’t dare name, not right now, not just yet. Bojan backed up, pulling Jere with him, until his shins hit the edge of the bed. Then he sat down, scooted back until he was lying on the other side of the bed, and reached his arm towards Jere. 

Jere didn’t need further invitation. He pulled his hoodie above his head, got rid of his sweatpants and crawled after Bojan in only his boxers. Bojan pulled him to his side, manoeuvred him so that they were lying side by side and Jere’s back was against Bojan’s chest.

“Sorry i wake you,” Jere said as Bojan wrapped his arm around Jere’s waist.

“You didn’t.” Bojan’s nose was against Jere’s neck and he could feel the warmth of his breath on his skin. Little goosebumps formed on Jere’s shoulder and down his arm.

“No?” he breathed out, his voice barely a whisper.

Bojan’s arm tightened a little and his face buried a bit deeper. 

“I was here, just worrying. I was so sure I had ruined everything today, that I went too far.”

Jere reached for Bojan’s hand that was resting on his stomach. He laced their fingers together.

“No. Not ruin. You help so much, you always keep me…” Jere searched for the word but couldn’t think of a perfect one. “You always keep me.” 

“I couldn’t help it,” Bojan mumbled. “I only want you to be happy and rested and carefree and… I know it’s not possible, but I just…”

“Yeah. Me too.” Jere thought about all those times when Bojan had one of his panic attacks, or was otherwise anxious or sad or tired, and Jere was thousands of kilometres away. 

“It’s hard, not be close when…” he trailed off. 

“I’m close now,” Bojan murmured, lips grazing his neck softly. Jere shivered.

For now, Jere thinks, but doesn’t let his thoughts dwell on it. Slowly, his breath evened out as  Bojan’s steady breath and the feel of his heartbeat against Jere’s back lulled him to sleep.

They’d figure it out in the morning.

[nahoney22]

Heyyy, I just wanted to say I love your writing. I know you have a lot of requests right now so please make sure to make time for yourself and take breaks!!

I'm going through a really hard time right now. And your works have been comforting me a lot. I don't want to overshare too much but I am very overwhelmed with the events going on in my life. My boyfriend asked me last night if I was okay and I just broke down.

I was wondering if you could write headcaonons about how the bad batch would react and comfort the reader in a similar situation? Like maybe they notice the reader has been closed off or just not themselves and when they check on them the reader breaks down?

If you're not comfortable writing this then no worries, I understand. Thank you 💕

Comforting Soulmates

All Bad Batch Boys X GN!Reader

The boys comfort you when you’re at your lowest.

Warnings: angst and emotional reader with hints of insecurity and fears for the future but fixed with some fluff and comfort. Established relationships.

authors note: so sorry for the delay anon. I sincerely hope you’re having better days now. 💜

Dividers by @saradika and @itbmojojoejo - super cute and I fancied a change.

Echo

When Echo asked you what was bothering you, having noticed your distant gazes and lack of interest in things. What he didn’t expect however was the tsunami of tears to pour down your cheeks at his question. Reacting quickly, he sat beside you and gently placed his hand on your back as you buried your face in your hands, struggling to catch your breath.

“Cyare, what is it?” He murmured, offering comfort by rubbing soothing circles on your back. It takes you a while but eventually, you begin to tell him that everything was too much, everything was moving too quickly and you just want it all to stop.

He patiently listened, refraining from interrupting, as you poured out your frustrations. Only the sound of your soft sniffles reverberated within the confines of the ship as you finally ceased your tears.

“I’m sorry you’re feeling this way, I wish I had asked you sooner.” He sighed, guilt biting away at him but this was about you now, and he wanted to give you the best advice he could.

“I know things are tough, especially after everything we’ve been through… but better days are definitely coming. It might not be today, or tomorrow but it is coming.”

You smile softly, wiping your tears with the back of your hand and lean into him. “Thank you, Echo.”

“It’s okay, I’m always, always here.”

Wrecker

Wrecker barely had a chance to even ask about what was upsetting you. The moment he stepped onto the ship's plank, your arms enveloped him, seeking solace in his embrace big arms and warm body. As he felt his shirt grow damp against his chest, he realised you were crying and his heart sunk. "Baby? What's wrong?"

Without hesitation, he scooped you up in his arms, carrying you away from prying eyes to find a private space. Seated on his bunk, he cradled you in his lap, providing a secure haven for you to find comfort.

"Just... everything," you whimpered, your emotions erupting and overwhelming you.

“Like…?" he asked softly with a small prompt, caressing your thigh and tenderly wiping away your tears with his thumb. "Ya can tell me."

As you poured out your thoughts, he listened patiently, allowing you to express yourself fully. Despite not always being the most patient person himself, he always showed an unwavering amount of patience for you.

"I did notice that you haven't been yourself in the past few days. I wanted to do something special to cheer you up!" he exclaimed, a bright grin spreading across his face, infectious enough to bring a smile to your own.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! I want to take ya out for a meal and just explore and have fun together! There's no one else I'd rather be with. You mean everything to me. Never forget that."

He planted a gentle kiss on your temple, letting his words sink into your consciousness.

Hunter

Hunter's senses alerted him to the irregularity of your breathing from across the ship. Concerned that you might have injured yourself, he hurried towards you, only to halt at the foot of the bunk you both shared. His gaze fell upon your trembling shoulders as tears soaked the pillow beneath you.

"Hey, shh, come here," he beckoned, settling beside you and gently rolling you over to face him, his eyes locked with yours. "What's the reason for these tears?"

He had sensed a mounting emotional turmoil within you for some time, yet he lacked the courage to inquire about it, fearing that you might not be ready to share. Mentally berating himself, he regretted not asking sooner, as witnessing you in tears tugged at his heartstrings.

"I don't feel good enough," you confessed, your words causing his eyebrows to furrow and sadness to fill his eyes.

"Who made you feel that way?"

“Nobody, it's just... I just don't feel good enough," you sighed, sniffling as his hand cradled your face while the other lovingly ran through your hair.

"I'm sorry that you're experiencing this, but as I've said before, you are more than enough. Who you are is perfect in every single way, and even the imperfections you perceive only enhance your perfection. Please don't cry. I'm here for you."

Tech

Tech sensed that something was amiss, yet he couldn't quite put his finger on it. As usual, you were seated together in the cockpit, but this time, you remained unresponsive to his ramblings. No smiles, no interjections—just silence.

"Is something wrong?" he inquired, setting aside the tools he had been holding. You looked at him and shook your head, but the glimmer in your eyes and the quiver of your lower lip betrayed your true feelings.

Suddenly, you burst into sobs, hastily covering your mouth to stifle the sound. Tech, bewildered, took a seat beside you. "That wasn't the reaction I expected," he remarked aloud, but he carefully spun your chair to face him. "Now, please tell me what's troubling you, my dear."

A part of him anticipated silence, but instead, you launched into a passionate rant about life's unfairness, its cruelty, and your overwhelming fear for the future and the war. Tears streamed down your face, and Tech leaned forward gently, using his hand to dab them away.

"I understand your concerns," he began, his voice calm and reassuring. "But as long as you're with me, there's nothing to be afraid of. I will protect you from any harm that may come your way. As for the war, it's something we have no control over. I know it might not be what you want to hear, but we must adapt to the life ahead, together."

Rising to his feet, Tech took your hands in his and helped you stand. Cupping your cheek with both hands, he used his thumbs to wipe away the remaining tears. He leaned in, pressing a gentle series of kisses on your forehead, nose, and finally, your lips. "One day at a time, my darling... Let's do something about these tears."

Crosshair

Crosshair observed you pacing back and forth, clearly consumed by your own emotions. He remained silent, choosing to watch and analyse your emotions, waiting for the moment you'd make eye contact. When your gazes finally met, words were unnecessary.

The unspoken question in his eyes caused you to break down in tears, making you to turn away, feeling ashamed and silly over your tears in front of him. But, he was your boyfriend. And seeing you cry upset him.

Slowly, he stands tall, taking a step forward and approached you. He heard your sniffles and mumbled apologies as you heard him coming but you stop speaking as he placed a hand on your shoulder, gently turning you to face him.

Without uttering a single word, he drew you close to him. Words were never his strong suit, so he decided to rely on the power of his embrace to provide solace.

As your sobs gradually subsided, you leaned against his chest, finding comfort in his presence. You felt a sense of calm as he rested his chin atop your head and whispered softly,

"It's going to be okay. I love you. I have you."

Masterlist

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[zorlok-if]

Hi everybody,

It's been a while. Sorry that I've been gone so long without explanation or communication, I've been in a bad place. For more info check under the cut. Otherwise, hello! I'm alive and so is this project. Progress has been stalled and will continue to be stalled because this is a hobby and I have to focus on priorities. That doesn't mean that it's dead. I still intend to release everything when I can. I appreciate your support and interest.

Hope you're all well! 😊

Albie

(cw: discussion of bad mental health, anxiety, and depression; school shooting mention)

Okay, hello! Welcome to the rest of this post.

Basically, I've been in a bad mental place for a long time and have a lot of issues that I've left unaddressed or festering—most of which tie back to depression, anxiety, fear, and self-loathing.

To start, I wasn't able to graduate this past winter because I fell one class short of my requirements. That really sent me into a spiral and put a strain on my interpersonal relationships.

Then I tried to take that last class this spring but fear related to recent school shootings exacerbated and activated some bad ND habits and I won't be able to complete this course. That means I still won't be able to graduate until I find some online equivalent or professor who will allow me to remain fully remote.

Around the time I found out I wouldn't be graduating, I also got some really cruel anon hate which added onto how I was already feeling and made me hesitant to put anything else out online.

Other things have happened: family stuff, work stuff, health stuff, sociopolitical stuff, etc. (I don't want to go into details with some and won't burden you with the rest). But, essentially, I found myself at a darker place than normal. I withdrew into myself and have been stewing in crippling self-loathing while wearing a convincing smile in my everyday life. (being really honest with this stuff so that if anyone else is going through/experienced something like this they can know they're not alone)

Fortunately, I was able to get away for a bit and spent some time with loved ones I rarely get to see. I've also made a few irl friends recently and feel like I'm coming back out of my shell and starting to heal after traumatic events and relationships. For the first time in a long time, I feel invigorated. I mean, I still feel like stinking trash, but garbage with a will to live and better itself.

As of right now, I'm moving out and finding more work so I can better support myself financially.

If you've read all this going, where's the Zorlok/(other game) update? Here you go: I've been working on Zorlok somewhat, but in the situation/place where I was at, found myself unable to justify dedicating a lot of time to writing and struggling to feel confident about what I was creating when I actually did sit down to do so. This project is in no way dead and I want to work on it and release games more than anything, but I owe it to myself and other people in my life to keep my priorities in check.

This is a hobby and in the past I dedicated time to it when I should've been doing other things. As long as this is a hobby, I can no longer take time away from my priorities to do something I just want to do (no matter how badly I want to do it). So, that's where we're at. I'm continuing to focus on critical things and stop feeling like a jerk for doing that. I know that this might disappoint some people, but that's how things are right now.

If you want to know more about where things are literally at: I'm close to finishing a heavily updated and expanded prologue but episode one has been undergoing changes. I feel pretty shit about myself and that's seeped into my view on what I create which is in turn stalling my ability to make meaningful progress that I don't immediately want to destroy. I've worked on potential Patreon content (including an exclusive game and a Creating Goncharov director's cut), made a Twine template and tutorial, and made progress on updates for Mousetrap and System Processing. I've avoided making changes to the Zorlok page (and my other itch.io pages) these past few months since I don't want people getting their hopes up seeing some sort of "update" from itch.io—only for that update to be "there's no game update yet." That's why those are still out of date, but I'll be fixing them as soon as I can.

So, that's where we are. I wish that I had way more to talk about and release, but that's not been a possibility and I'm just going to be upfront and honest—even if I am disappointed and somewhat afraid and ashamed to admit it. (that's it for the game updates, the rest just gets back to personal)

In general, I've always struggled with shame and fear and those are the main culprits for why I've been radio silent until now. I couldn't find a way to address these topics or talk about them without my odious inner critic getting triggered and shutting me down. However, I'm trying my best to not listen to that asshole because this (*gestures at everything*) must stop.

To be honest, I'm not content with prolonged existence anymore. I want to live—and that's more than I've been able to say for a long time. To be perfectly honest, for the past decade or so I've lived simply because others wanted me around, not because I wanted to be here. I'm tired of being tired. I'm tired of indifference being my best hope for how I feel about myself. I'm tired of forcing an apathetic soul to drag my flesh through the muck of living. I don't expect what I experience to improve, in fact things will definitely be getting tougher, but I want to change how I experience it. I want to actively live rather than passively slip by. I want to answer questions like "what do you want to do with your life?" and "what are your plans?" with more than vague shrugs and dead-hearted replies meant to brush people off the topic of the future. I want to stop passing through life as a ghost.

I'm still trying to find the motivation, purpose, or courage to genuinely live for myself instead of existing for other people. I still haven't found my "spark"—that properly and blissfully selfish reason to live—but I think wanting to search is a good start.

Anyways, I'll be around more and I'll be more honest with where I am and what's going on. It's my personal mission to deny fear's control over my life and actions. Part of that means allowing myself to be more open with people even if I'm afraid of judgment or negativity.

Excluding a few outliers, you've all been exceptionally kind and encouraging. I'm always overwhelmed and astonished with the support that's been shown to me and my creative projects and I appreciate you all. Thank you so much. Thank you for reading through this. Thank you for caring. You're part of why I'm around.

I hope that you're having a lovely day/night/et cetera and if you aren't, you're not alone ❤️.

I'll see you around. 😊 Thanks again,

Albie

[itsscromp]

Hi, I have a Rocket request. Can you do something before vol 1 where he meets reader and they are really kind to him, but no one's never be this kind except from Groot, so it takes some time for him to trust them and "get used" to it.

Kindness goes a long way

AWWWW, this is a super cute anon, I love this idea so much. Rocket don't you worry buddy, you'll have another best friend and you won't even know it. Word count:1K

All his life, all Rocket knew was pain... He lost his friends in the worst way possible, which made him closed off and angry. Pushing away anyone who tried to get close to him as he always knew they would just hurt them again. He then met Groot and then began to slowly open up. He knew because Groot wasn't the type to judge anyone. But then he met you.

He and Groot were trying to nab a bounty one night before they were beaten to it by you.

"Hey come on kid, that was our bounty" He snarled at you.

"I didn't see your name on it" You smirked at him.

He growled at you before Groot placed a hand on his shoulder, to make sure he didn't lunge at you and hurt you.

"Tell you what, I'm feeling generous tonight. How about we claim it together, split the reward evenly" You offered them.

Groot happily accepted it, but Rocket was hesitant, No one, especially in bounty hunting shared the reward with him. Usually, it was every man for themself, but it didn't seem to be that with you. But for now, he agreed.

"If as so you change your mind on this humie..."

"I never back away on my promises furball" You playfully scolded.

He grumbled to himself as you three then went to collect the reward, when you split the amount with the two, Groot then suggested...

"I am Groot" (Maybe They should join us)

"What absolutely no way driftwood, we ain't adding no more to the crew" Rocket shot the idea down as soon as he did.

"But I mean... He's kinda right though, I have seen you two in action before. Your brains, He's the brawn and I could potentially be your eyes to new bounties that you two probably would never get" You counter offered.

"Ok first off you understand what he's saying ??"

"Universal translator" You tapped the side of your head.

"I am Groot" (Rocket they would be a valuable asset with us) Groot continued to convince him.

Rocket rolled his eyes and thought about it for a bit.

"You got a name kid ??"

"Y/n L/n"

"Well... Don't get too comfortable, cause If I see you doing anything funny, I will shoot you"

But nevertheless, you were now officially a part of their little group, looking out for more bounties. But you pulled your weight along the ship too, Sometimes Rocket would be taken aback by your random acts of kindess.

"Oh flark I forgot to fix the cooler" He quickly tried to rush for it.

"It's ok, I fixed it earlier. I thought it'll help take the load off of you" You kindly smiled at him.

"Whatever I could've done it anyway" He scoffed.

Or when one morning you made him breakfast.

"Here you go" You handed him a plate of bacon and eggs.

"I ain't hungry humie" He shoved the plate away from him.

"Dude we got a huge bounty to collect tonight, you can't do that on an empty stomach can we ??" You once again kindly smiled at him.

"Ugh... fine" He muttered as he began to slowly eat.

And when you helped find his missing bomb project.

"Come on come on where did I put it !!!!" He growled as he tore almost half the ship apart to find it.

"What's wrong buddy ??" You tilted your head in confusion.

"First of you and I ain't buddies or pals. Secondly I need to find the bomb I was working on before it blows the damn ship in half !!"

"Ok calm down... Where did you leave it last ??"

"I put it right their next to the crate and when I came back it was gone.

"Oooh was that it ??, I thought it was some sort of gadget, I just moved it to the gadgets cabinet just in case, Sorry about that"

He grumbled a bit as he went to retrieve the bomb, but he was... kinda grateful that it didn't become a tripping hazard to neither you or Groot.

As this went on, he began to very slowly warm up to you and your gestures. Maybe he was wrong about you. Maybe you weren't like the other people he had faced in his life... you were different...

One night when it was your turn for rotation on the cockpit, he then went to join you.

"Seat taken ??" He tried to joke.

"It's ok" You chuckled as an indicator that he could sit.

He joined in with you gazing at the cosmos and fiddling with his thumbs for a little bit until finally gathering the courage.

"Y/n... I'm sorry for the way I treated ya during the beginning, It's just... No one has ever been this... kind to me in my life before... It made me... Really scared.."

"Scared ??" You turned to him, asking in a non judgmental way.

"Scared that..." He hesitated to say it. this was already big for him enough, as soon as he began his sentence, he began to stutter.

"Hey hey... It's ok... If you're not ready to talk about it then that's ok, I'm not forcing you to. You kindly smiled at him.

He then took a deep breath in relief. "What I'm trying to get at kid is... I'm sorry for the way I treated you from the start... Do you think we can start over ??" He looked at you.

You could see it in his eyes he really misjudged you, He really wanted to start over again. "Of course... Partner" You raised your fist for a fist bump.

He grinned soon after and gladly returned it. "Yeah, partner"

For the rest of the night, the two got to know each other properly and even engaged in some playful banter with each other, which made Rocket smile, something that very rarely happens.

Then soon after that, what turned from a simple partnership was turned into an amazing friendship. You two would have each other's backs for life.

Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board

[fallingintolife]

Secrets and Sickness

Request: I've been sick for 5 days now and besides the fact that I feel like crud it's really getting me down. So it got me thinking I bet Sam would take care of his girl, you know just doting on her until she's better. So if you have the time or want can you tell us about Sam taking care of his girl after getting a real bad cold?

Summary: The boys are on a hunt when you start to feel sick…but of course instead of telling your boyfriend Sam, you try to handle it yourself…Spoiler-That doesn't go so well…

Pairing: Sam Winchester x reader

Warnings: A little bit of angst because Sam is worried, and talk of a cold

Word Count: 1,704

A/N: Anon, I'm sorry I'm just getting this to you but I hope you are feeling much better by now 💕 I'm sending you all the love and hugs along with some nice caring Sammy 💕

It started with just having the sniffles at first; running and stuffy nose, normal allergy/ weird weather changes like symptoms. So when Sam and Dean went off on a hunt for a few days, leaving you at the Bunker, you were just excited to have some time to yourself. Until day two of being home alone when you woke up with your throat feeling so sore and raw, like a dragon had blown fire down it, causing even just swallowing to be highly painful. Throughout day two was when your cough started. It was like a tickle at first but than escalated into feeling like something was stuck in your throat that you just couldn’t get out. So now, here you were, on day three, five in the morning coughing your lungs out, while trying to get up out of bed  to get water, but feeling too weak because of being dehydrated. That and probably because of the fever you most definitely were running. Sam had told you last night that him and Dean would be home by lunch time today so you only had about six hours to go.

You knew that if you had told Sam you were sick he would have driven through the night to get home to you but you knew it wasn’t that serious. I mean it was a cold! Everyone got colds! You were a hunter and you’d be damned if you were going to complain about it, especially to Sam and Dean. So you allowed yourself two more minutes on the floor before getting your shit together. You were fine.

Sam knew the minute he had called you last night and you didn’t pick up, but instead texted him that something wasn’t right. Whenever you two were ever apart you always wanted to talk to him on the phone so he immediately knew something was up. He had told Dean about how you were acting and had asked if they could just drive through the night so he could make sure you were okay. Dean didn’t hesitate, and continued to drive.

Dean liked you and Dean didn’t truly like nor trust many people, but he did like and trust you.You made Sam happy, so automatically that made Dean happy. Not that he would ever admit it to you but he liked having you around just in general. You made the best pie, could even hold your liquor as well as the boys, and also you just cared. Not just about Sam, but Dean too and that meant a lot.

You and Sam had been dating for the last two and a half years but known each other for an additional four. You and Sam just clicked. You both knew each other’s deepest darkest secrets but still loved each other which definitely meant something. You loved each other, truly.

As soon as Dean parked Baby, Sam was already up the stairs and in the Bunker.

“Y/N! Hey honey, we’re home.” He froze mid step down the hallway to the bedroom you both shared when he heard a loud cough, and then realized you were in the middle of the hallway leaning against the wall.

Sam didn’t remember how he managed to get to you but next thing he knew you were in his arms. You were sweaty which had to be because your body was burning up. You were running a fever, a high fever at that. “What the hell Y/N? Jeez you're burning up…” Kissing your forehead, while picking you up he headed toward you and Sam’s bedroom.

You tried to argue, to say something but you didn’t have the energy, and to be honest you weren’t really even sure if Sam really was here or if you were hallucinating from your fever. Once he got you into the bedroom, Sam quickly stripped you out of your sweat soaked clothes as he waited for Dean to grab the thermometer that he had yelled for as soon as he had heard Dean enter the Bunker. Just when he had gotten you into one of his t-shirts was when Dean entered.

“Shit, kiddo.” Dean grumbled in disapproval, as he handed Sam the thermometer. Luckily, he had grabbed the quick reading forehead one.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

102.8

Sam ran his hand through his hair. How long had you been running a fever and how long had it been his high? And who knows… What if it was even higher? This wasn’t good. He could tell by the sound of your cough and the small rattle sound that came from your chest when you breathed that if you didn’t already have pneumonia it was headed that way. Another loud wet cough racked through your body.

“Make sure she drinks this and get her to cough all that shit up. I’m gonna make a run into town to get her some medicine. I shouldn’t be long.” Placing a cold wet washcloth on your head, while placing tissues, a trash can, and a bottle of Gatorade next to you, Dean quickly made his way to the Impala, keys already in hand.

With a sigh, Sam gently maneuvered you so that you were laying in-between his legs and against his chest so he could support you. Placing the cold washcloth back on your forehead, you whined in protest and began coughing.

"I know, I know, baby. It's alright. Here, sit up. I need you to cough all that up." Sam helped support you as you coughed up all the stuff that had been sitting in your lungs into the trash can. Rubbing your back gently, he continued to praise you until you lean back against him. He sat the trash can back down and opened the Gatorade for you. "That's my girl. Here, I need you to drink some of this okay? There we go. Thank you baby." He pushed your sweat hair out of your face as you drank down the lemonade. After you drank about half, he sat it back down.

"Sammy?"

You croaked as you looked up at him with groggy, sad eyes. He knew you didn't feel well and as much as he wanted to lecture you about not saying anything now wasn't the time. Right now you needed rest and you needed Sam to help you feel better.

"Yeah, love?"

"I don't feel good." Sam frowned as he kissed the top of your head.

"I know, baby. It's alright, I'm here now. I've got you. Get some rest okay? I'm not going anywhere, I'll be right here when you wake up." You snuggled into his chest too exhausted to say anything else.

Dean had come back after twenty months with a slew of medicines for you. Sam had gotten you to take them and then he and Dean took turns (after Dean insisted…)  to make sure you were getting a new dose every few hours. You didn't even wake up until noon the next day.

You woke up with your chest and throat killing you. You guessed it was from the coughing. As you rubbed your face wondering when Sam and Dean would get home was when you realized that your head was most definitely not laying on a pillow. You let out a groan as you covered your face with your hand. So you weren't dreaming. They really were home. You tried to cover your cough when you felt Sam chuckled.

"Hey, there's my girl. How are you feeling?" He was smiling down at you as he pushed your hair back, partially to comfort you and partially to make sure your fever was still gone. You avoid eye contact as you mumbled, "I'm good. I'm sorry I worried you…" Sam frowned. He gently sat up, you still in his lap, as he looked at you. You tried to put your face into his chest, but he carefully moved your chin upwards for you to look at him.

"Hey, it's okay Y/N. I mean, yeah I was kind of concerned when I saw you laying on the floor when I got home…" He let out a nervous chuckle, as he ran his other hand through his hair. You tried to move your face away from him but he gently held your face still. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick, honey?" You just shrugged, still looking down as your eyes filled with tears, a cough building in your chest and began to cough. Sam frowned in concern and hugged you gently to him. He didn't understand why you wouldn't tell him that you were that sick…

After a few minutes of silence you looked up at him.

"It's just a cold. I mean I'm a hunter Sam. A stupid little cold shouldn't be able to affect me like this. You and Dean have gone through so much worse…" You looked at as another coughing fit began. Sam looked at you uneasily, as he grabbed some water for you. As you drank, Sam spoke.

"Y/N, everyone gets sick. Even me and Dean, and this isn't just a cold baby. You definitely have bronchitis. Luckily Dean and I got home when we did so you didn't end up with pneumonia. It doesn't matter what Dean or I have gone through, sickness can kill too…" You watched Sam as he spoke and could see how scared he truly was. You put your water bottle down, and gently put your hand on his face.

"I hear you. I'm sorry. Next time I'll tell you." Sam gave you a small smile and kissed you nose, which made you giggle and then cough. Before you laid back down, Sam gave you your next dose of medicine before you snuggled into him. You noticed he had already pulled up a new TV show you both had been wanting to watch. You smiled at him and he just pulled you closer into him.

Twenty minutes in and you were already out. Sam didn't care though. He loved you and he was going to take care of you. He was going to show you that, I mean he had already told you he wasn't going anywhere, and he meant it.

[obsidianpen]

Hi ! Happy New Year . I know you've had a baby not long ago ( congratulations!) and I was wondering how you balance mom life , writing and your normal work life ( assuming you don't just write ?) . I've got a pretty popular Tomarry story ( although not on your level but hundreds of votes , comments and bookmarks) and I've recently fell pregnant 😭. I'm so scared of how I'm going to balance it because I love writing so so much and you often hear how moms lose apart of themselves once they have a baby and I'm so worried that will happen to me . Sorry for the lengthy ask but just hoping for some advice

hi anon! Oh Lordy lord, do I ever have so much that I could say on this topic. I hesitate to ramble the way I want to, though, because I would use some gendered language and refer to some gendered stereotypes, which would likely result in some people getting mad at me on here because this is tumblr (guarantee some people out there are inflamed that you said ‘mom’ instead of ‘birthing person’ or something else - I’m not knocking that language in the appropriate places, but sometimes people get so stuck in this shit it’s a real forest/trees situation) and I don’t feel like dealing with that noise. So, if you’re comfortable with messaging me I’d be so happy to chat either on here or via email or whatever!

Here is what I will say here though. I can’t give great blanket advice because every parent, every baby, and every situation is so so different. What works for me and my baby may not work for you and yours at all. The only things I can say with certainty is that you need to give yourself a LOT of grace in those first few weeks - never be afraid to ask for help, have a good support system in place if you can, and remind yourself that if you are keeping your baby and yourself alive that you are doing A LOT, the MOST in fact, and I implore you to recall this every time you finish a feeding:

As far as working, being a parent, and writing… phew it is a lot! I did it for a few months before we moved, and while I’m now ‘just’ at home with the baby, it isn’t really less work. When you’re with your baby, you’re working. I’m with mine right now; he’s sleeping on me but that’s prime writing time for me (assuming I’m not in the mood to sleep myself)! At least when you’re at ‘real’ work, you have the luxury of taking breaks. I never felt more free after having the baby than when I was at work, in the bathroom, just… alone. Peeing and blessedly alone. Lmao it’s what it is! Working at a job or staying home, both require a lot, but having done both, I’d argue that being home 24/7 is more difficult for a myriad of reasons. There wasn’t really any advice in there about working and being a parent, sorry. Drink coffee?

The other thing I’ll say is that your fear - that you’ll ‘lose a part of yourself’ - well, it just isn’t true. Rather, imo, what happens is that you just become… more. You gain new parts of yourself that you didn’t have before. You change, sure, but you’re still you, you still live all the things you did before, it’s just that now you’re also a parent and you have this whole new person in your life that you cherish in a way that you never have cherished anyone, and the other things you loved didn’t go away, they just look smaller in comparison now.

[somorrow]

Hi! I'm sorry to do this over Anon instead of engaging with your poll properly, but unfortunately I am crippling shy. Regardless, I love your fics, so I wanted to interact. I sincerely hope its not overstepping, and I apologise if it is because I know how presumptuous it sounds and I recognise I have no right to expect it and would never assume so, but personally I want to suggest an option that isn't even presented in the poll. I would love it if you would leave the current version of In Hell up, and post any rewritten or revamped version as a separate work, even if you changed or swapped the names to clarify that the current version was an old WIP version.

I completely understand how things have changed since you began writing it, and it will always be your choice and your perogative what you do and where you go with the series, but I love the current In Hell and all of its branching storylines. And while I'm excited to see any new directions it could go in, I feel like I would mourn it if the version I've come to love disappeared. I would miss it. AO3 is an Archive, and I would love it if you would consider leaving it up as an archived, older version of your work, even if it would no longer be considered going forward as the 'true' timeline of your story.

I understand that you probably view your own writing differently now, and I'm so glad you have found fresh inspiration. I'm glad your ideas have evolved and I'm greatful for everything you've shared and everything you will share in the future. It's a privilege to be able to enjoy your stories, and it would be a privilege to continue reliving them. They've brought me so much enjoyment and nostalgia, and as cliché as it sounds, I think experiencing your writing really did help me grow and understand myself better as a person through a medium I cherished throughout all of my formative years. Your stories are some of my all time favourites.

I'm also sorry if this sounds clinical, I have a hard time finding the right words, and I struggle to convey my meanings in a way that doesn't sound outright brazen. I'm so so aware that every chapter you've ever uploaded has been a gift. It doesn't feel right making requests, but I didn't see the harm in suggesting it in case it's an option you may find appropriate to consider. I really am grateful to you, no matter the outcome. Thank you for sharing your writing, I appreciate all of the time, attention, thought and effort you put into your very clear labours of love. <3

First, thank you. It sounds like you’ve dedicated a lot of time to reading my works, and I’m beyond appreciative that you’ve been impacted so thoroughly. Anonymous or not, your opinion matters. Please, don’t ever hesitate to send me a message. I do my best to respond to everything, but my busy schedule sometimes causes delays. Rest assured, I will always get back to you eventually. Secondly, I have a rather long response incoming, and I want to assure you that none of what I say is personal. This is just me explaining my thought process. 

I’ve thought about your suggestion for a while, and while I’m not entirely opposed to leaving the work up, I feel very strongly compelled not to. My goal is to finish the universes/fics I’ve started and then to move on to original work. What I leave behind here is something of a “legacy” to me. I can think of at least two fanfics that I’ve read over the years that really impacted me, and I wanted to be that for someone else. Naruto has always meant a lot to me, and so much of Naruto’s plot and the characters were handled poorly in canon. I’ve always done my best to do things accurately, but going through these fics years later, I realize I haven’t always done that. 

Unfortunately, the beginning of In Hell (formerly The Second Path: Hell) is something I really can’t bear to look at. I know I’ve deleted probably far too many works as is for the same reason, but for it to even be there mentally impedes my progress, if that makes sense. As a perfectionist, it’s hard—if not impossible—for me to let it sit there. I have a certain story to tell, and I want it told in the way I envision. The old version/TSP works against what I want from In Hell. The point of deleting it/replacing it is so that there would be no room for comparison or talk of "alternative timelines". The new version would be my canon/standalone version of Itachi's/the reader's story.

In general, these stories have been ongoing through too many different phases of my writing, making it difficult to find my new voice. Most were started from 2018-2021. The knowledge that people can sit there and crack open something I think is subpar is anxiety-inducing. Sometimes, I look at it all and see no improvement—sometimes, I even feel the quality is decreasing.

I’m not over-exaggerating when I say I put my everything into my writing. I do all of this as a completely solo parent while I’m in school working multiple jobs. I research for hours on the smallest of things. I cry, I re-watch, re-read, rethink, rewrite. I study the characters and the universe I’m in/creating. I study literature, grammar… I read through dictionaries and thesauruses to find the perfect word to encapsulate what I feel, see, or think. I have to sit in those thoughts and emotions for a while to properly communicate what’s happening. Exsolutus has two separate suicide scenes, for example. Another example is the rewrite of Shisui’s death. I had several passings of people who were close to me in a short time-period right before and as I was writing it. I have to live in those moments to conceptualize them. I'm glad my labors of love reach you. That's one of the biggest reasons I still try.

As most of you know by now, I write triggering content, and sometimes darker content that people might find offensive. I find myself asking: was that too far? Did I trigger too many people? I try to put things in the tags and authors’ notes, but do people even read authors’ notes? Was my grammar that bad? Is Itachi/Obito/Shisui/Sasuke too OOC? Is the reader too OOC? Was it too short, too long? If I don’t hear from anyone, I feel like what I’ve posted was hot garbage. I know I’m not alone in this, but lately it feels like I’ve been talking to (and posting to) the void, lol. I put weeks of work into the Sasuke fic, and I burned for some type of feedback. I didn’t get any until almost three weeks later… today. I’m very grateful for it, but with everything I put into that chapter, I was aching for anything. A good word, a bad word. I have to admit that this has me a bit discouraged, which may influence my current feelings of wanting TSP gone. I understand our fandom is dying but I put so much into everything I write that I take the lack of feedback to heart now. I never used to care; I honestly used to write because I had a story to tell and didn’t worry much about show vs. tell, foreshadowing, or any of that. But now that I put more nuance into what I write, I guess I take it more personally.

Maybe I never had to worry about receiving feedback because the fandom was more active then. Maybe all of my more recent studying has made me look at my writing with an excessively critical eye. I'm not sure, but I've been experiencing this for a number of years. It was part of why I quit before, and I suppose those feelings are still lingering around. Feeling out of practice worsens this. It’s painful to look back and dislike what I’ve written, especially when writing again still feels strange. In my eyes, why keep it up when it’s impeding me from moving forward?

I’ll genuinely consider your suggestion further, as I haven’t made a decision yet. Thank you again for speaking up; I wouldn’t have even thought of it myself. I would never have known people felt that way without you saying anything. Over the next week, I’ll take the time to consider this third option and will let you all know when I decide how to proceed. In the meantime, there is always the option to download the fic for your own safekeeping. Thank you all for staying with me and being so understanding. We’ll get through these fics, I swear it. I love you all.

[carmenized-onions]

HEY LOVELY!!!! Now this, THIS, was worth every day i waited. IT WAS FUCKING AMAZING. Everything i dreamed it to be and more.

Tony and Mikey scenes? HEARTBREAKING. Every moment they have together, no matter sad or happy, is slowly chipping away at my soul.

Carmen getting a therapist? Genius. Don't know why the writers haven't given him one, boy does he need it.

Syd and Richie making sure Tony is taken care of by sorting Carmen out before he see's her again? Everything. I need them as friends, right now. NOW.

(still pissed at Carmen, though.)

The way you write characters reactions to grief is, like, stunning. STUNNING.

ALSO, as someone with a brother who struggles with drugs, seeing Mikey being portrayed as a nice person with loving friendships is really amazing to see. (the fact i have another brother called Mikey too, freaky? probably not. BUT IM A DRAMATIC PERSON OKAY?)

Anyway, i am genuinely in love with this series. You should be so incredibly proud of your self. Would i be able to get onto the tag list?

He congratulates you.

the absolutely shattered render quality of this image really fucking makes it. packing update: I've just got the desk and closet left! and also my billion plants.... i really don't want to think about the plants...

SO GLAD it was worth the wait, I hope chapter 14 also is. I'm not the most happy with the ending scenes right now... Happier than I was yesterday... but maybe I just need to stop looking at it, honestly. I'm transforming into S3 Carmen changing that menu every 5 fucking minutes AH.

CHIPPING away you say? not funny. I'd had these scenes in my head for a minute, but I was so worried about being off-base with Mikey's character because all I had to go off of was Fishes, so thank you God for Napkins I would've been so fucked.

SPEAKING OF S3, I know,,, it makes sense that he doesn't have one I mean he hesitated so much to just go to al-anon but even fucking al-anon in S3 he's reverted to just not fuckin' talking which SUCKS !! DON'T SUBTRACT !! PLEASE STOP SUBTRACTING IM BEGGIN YOU!!

I love Syd and Richie and the way they combine forces when it comes to their Shared Work Wife. I think what's so fun about it is that without this being for Chip, Syd wouldn't be so direct, and Richie would be so much fucking meaner, but because it's for her, they actually make an effort to sort Carmen the fuck out. And also beat his ass. two things can be true.

And THANK YOU I write a fuck ton of grief poetry and I think I just went to like. a lot of funerals as a kid. an unexpected consequence of having a kid a lot later than everyone else. It's in my bones. but like in a fun way.

Also, when I read this for the first time, I remember being SO confused because I was like. "There was another option?" And forgot that people fucking suck and see people struggling or in recovery as something that is other. Fucking ew. I never had any intention of portraying Mikey other than the really fucking good brother he is, who also just so happens to be struggling. Don't applaud a fish for swimming! People are people and they should be written as fuckin' people!!!! But I am glad my portrayal was appreciated none the less. YOU'RE NOT DRAMATIC!!

Of COURSE you can be added!! Though I will say, sometimes it doesn't always work when I tag people. So I am. sorry. I think it's something in tumblr settings? Gotta set your shit public or taggable or something? regardless. i'll fuckin put your name in there for sure!! thank you for your thoughts m'love!!

back to packing.... desk or closet desk or closet.... flipped a coin i got desk mannnn... wish me luck!! do i have anything from chapter 14 i can give you?

is this spoilery? c'est la vie, take it. kisses kisses see you in ideally less than an hour when i finish desk packing.

[spacecadet-ticklesinspace]

lil IronFam prompt if ur interested, Peters had a bad day and just needs cheering up so Tony tickles him and eventually harley pokes his head round the door and is like why did no one invite me to the party?? so he starts tickling his brother as well. just lots fluff and love please

So You Had a Bad Day

Summary: See prompt above ❤️

(Ironfam fluff as requested Anon ❤️ I may have switched a couple things just to change things up a little bit, I hope that's okay ❤️ hope you still enjoy and that you guys have a great week ❤️ :))

Peter flopped onto his bed. Today had been his roughest day in a while. Between school and Spiderman, the boy was physically, emotionally, and mentally exhausted.

All he wanted to do was sleep till next week.

A knock on the door ruined those plans.

"Go away," Peter replied.

The door opened and something was thrown on top of him. "Left your backpack in the living room Parker."

"Ow!"

"What's wrong? Your spider tingles broken?"

Peter threw a pillow at the door. "Go away Harvey."

The older boy missed the pillow. "Alright, sheesh."

Peter had his back turned to the door, but he could clearly see the hallway light reflecting on his wall. "I said go away."

"I will." The same pillow from before smacked the young teen's head. "After you take back your crap back."

With a frustrated huff, Peter threw the pillow down beside his bed. "Would you knock it off?"

"Stop throwing things at me and I will."

"You're so annoying!" Peter curled into a ball. "Just leave me alone."

A silence fell over the room. For a brief moment, Peter thought Harvey had left.

"What's wrong with you?"

Peter sat up and whirled around to glare at the older boy. "Everything is wrong with me Harvey! School sucks, the city sucks, I suck, everything freaking sucks!"

Harvey held up his hands. "Calm down spiderkid."

"Spiderman."

"Anyway, this sounds like a typical Tuesday---."

"It's Wednesday."

The older boy looked to very close to straggling his surrogate brother. "Would you shut up for five seconds and listen?"

"Five."

"Peter---."

"Four."

"Not what I---."

"Three."

"Peter."

"Two."

"Peter!"

"One."

Harvey threw his hands up. "I give up."

"Then just leave! The door is right there."

A surprised look came over Harvey's face. "Are you kidding me? After all of the crap you gave me about opening up when things are bothering me you don't even have the decency to do the same!"

The young teen glanced away.

". . . Look Parker, I'm sorry I snapped at you." Harvey sat on the bed. "I'm not good at this whole talk things through."

It took a nudge for Peter to finally look up.

Harvey patted the bed near him. "But come on, we'll figure this out."

With great hesitation, Peter plopped on the bed next to Harvey.

The older boy adjusted so he was laying beside him with one arm behind his head. "Alright, roll film."

Peter shrugged. "Was just a crappy day."

"Come on Pete, after all of the times I tell you to shut up you finally get the chance to talk and you don't take it?"

" . . . I got into a fight."

Immediately, Harvey turned to the younger boy. "You?"

Peter nodded.

"You fought in school?"

"You don't have to say it like that---."

"What, like I'm proud?" Harvey slapped Peter's shoulder. "Dude, you got into a fight at school. That's sick!"

Peter furrowed his eyebrows together. "It's what?"

"You know, it's awesome."

"Really?"

"Heck yeah! It won't be when Tony finds out, but come on. You took down someone and, considering you're not front page news, no one found out you were Spiderman!"

"And that's sick?"

Harvey shoved his brother's shoulder. "Sick, dope, happening, whatever you call it. It's still awesome."

That single comment brought a smile to Peter's face. "Thanks I guess."

"Now when Tony finds out, you agree not to do it again alright . . . But one of us will be proud."

Peter blushed and looked away.

"Come on." Harvey nudged. "I know that's not the only thing. What else happened?"

The younger boy shrugged. "Just a stubborn criminal and a horrible news reporter who dragged Spiderman through the mud."

"Sorry bout that Pete."

Peter shrugged. "It happens."

"Still. You do all this work for Queens and someone decides to rip you to shreds for it . . . Gotta sting."

"You're not wrong."

After the comment, both boys fell quiet. It wasn't a tense quiet, but a nice quiet that let the words digest.

Suddenly, the quiet was broken by Harvey sitting up. "Hey, do me a favor."

"What?"

The older boy grabbed a pillow. "Tell me their names."

"What?"

"Tell me their names." Harvey plopped the pillow over Peter's face. "So I can punch their stupid faces."

"Hey!"

As Peter struggled to get the pillow off of his face, Harvey gave light playful punches to the pillow. "Like this! And this! And this!"

"Ack! Hehey! Knock ihit ohoff!"

The older boy smirked. "Or, I could give them one of these."

Before Peter could ask, Harvey dug one of his hands into the young teen's armpit.

Peter squealed as he turtled on to one side. "HARVEY!"

"A few armpit tickles should take care of them no problem!"

The young teen pushed on the older boy's hand. "HARVEHEY! NOO!"

"You're right Parker." The hand in Peter's armpit moved to pinch his ribs. "Rib pinches would be way more effective."

"AHH! NAAAA!" A little extra wiggling brought Peter's face out from under the pillow. "YOU JEHERK!"

Harvey chuckled at the red faced giggling mess that was his surrogate brother. "Yeheah, rib pinches are extremely effectihive."

With a snort, Peter curled into a ball as he tried to grab Harvey's wrists. "NOT THERE! NOHOT THEHERE!"

"Not where?" Harvey's hands dug into his lower ribs. "Not here?"

"AH!"

The older boy kept one hand on the attack while the other scratched at his face. He had attempted to grow a beard like Tony but it aggrevated his face. He had almost shaved it this morning. Now he was glad he hadn't because an idea popped into his head.

"What is it Tony likes to do?" Harvey dragged a finger along Peter's tummy that had been exposed from his wriggling. "Use his secret weapon?"

A hand pushed at Harvey's face. "Don't you eheven thihink about ihit!"

The older boy pinned his surrogate brother's wrists. "Already have."

A moment later, Peter squealed as Harvey rubbed his face across his tummy. "NAHAHA--snort--THAT SUHUCKS!"

"What do you need to say if you want to stop?"

The words would be reassuring if they weren't spoken directly into his tummy. "I know! Ihi knohow!"

"Well . . ."

Peter bit his lip. He was having to much fun to call it quits.

"That's what I thought."

"Shut uhup!"

Harvey repinned Peter's wrists. "Bite me."

Another squeal rang through the room as Harvey buried his face back into Peter's tummy. He was having almost as much fun as Peter. Then he decided to amp it up by blowing raspberries into the young teen's tummy.

Peter straight up cackled at the ticklish sparks shooting across his stomach. The stubbly facial hair rooted out any snorts that may be hiding. "JEHERK!"

Harvey lifted his head. "Is that the only insult you got?"

"What is going on in here?" A new voice exclaimed. "Why does it sound like someone is dying?"

Both boys froze as Tony walked through the bedroom door.

The billionaire scientist leaned against the doorframe. "Care to explain?"

"I'm just tickling him Tony." The older boy pinched Peter's cheek. "He's just too cute."

Peter pulled his face away. "Shut uhup!"

"Odd, usually you need a motive to launch a tickle attack."

Harvey rolled his eyes. "He was having a rough day. I was trying to be nice."

Tony moved to sit on the bed. "Aww, aren't you a sweetheart."

The older boy glared as Peter snickered. "I'm not!"

"But come on, you didn't invite me to the party?"

Both Harvey and Tony grinned as Peter's eyes went comically wide. "Tony yohou traitohor!"

"Oh please." The older scientist patted Peter's leg. "If he hadn't, I would."

"Ihi know."

"But hey, you and I are having a talk about this later alright?"

The young teen nodded. "Okahay."

"For now, I think you need a bigger smile on that face of yours."

Immediately, Peter was returned to a cackling, squirming mess as Tony added his own raspberries to his tummy. "EEEK!"

Harvey playfully pouted. "Hey! I had that spot first!"

"Oh? Is that a challenge?"

"Wahait! Whahat!"

"You're on old man!" Harvey handed him one of Peter's arms. "First one to make him squeal gets to blow raspberries."

"Are yohou crazy!"

Tony took the arm and pinned it with his knee. "Deal!"

"You twoho ahare trying toho kill mehe!"

"Come on, you're not even tired out yet." A quick side squeeze got a squeak. "You can handle a quick bet underoos."

A different hand spidered down his side, producing another squeak. "Don't you trust us Petey?"

"Yohou shohould behe in aha horrohor moviEEE!"

"Oo, that was closer." Tony continued his rib attack. "But not quite a squeal."

"YOHOU'RE EVIL!"

Harvey's finger started doing spirals around Peter's tummy. "I bet I know where those squeals are hiding."

"Dohon't yohou dahare Harvey!"

The finger circled closer. "Don't what?"

"Yohou knohow whahat!"

"No I don't." By now, his finger was circling the rim of Peter's belly button. "That's why I'm asking you."

Peter growled through his giggles.

"I'm so scared," Harvey teased as he wiggled his finger inside the teen's belly button.

And Peter squealed.

"Ha!" The older boy pulled his finger out. "I get to blow the raspberries."

Tony playfully pushed Harvey. "No fair! You already did a bunch."

Peter squirmed. "Neitheher ohof yohou could blow thehem!"

"Hush underoos." Tony readjusted. "No need to get impatient."

Meanwhile, Harvey smirked. "If we both want to blow them, why don't we?"

"Whahat!"

"What a great idea Harvey," Tony grinned.

"You take the right, I'll take the left."

"Guys! Guhuys!"

"You're on!"

Before Peter could get out another protest, both Tony and Harvey dove down to blow raspberries into his tummy.

The young teen went ballistic. One person blowing them was torturous, but two people blowing them left Peter a high-pitched cackling extremely squirmy mess underneath the two tickle monsters.

But all fun has it's limits. "UNCLE! UHUNCLLLLE!"

Immediately, both Harvey and Tony pulled away.

The young teen rolled on to his side and wrapped his arms around his middle. "N-noho m-mohore."

"Are ya in a better mood now?" Tony asked.

Peter nodded. "Yehes."

"You know what Petey?" Harvey ruffled his hair. "I think I'm gonna use raspberries on those meanies."

Peter playfully shoved his surrogate brother. "Jeherk."

Tony cocked his head. "Meanies?"

Harvey held up a hand. "That's Spideykid's story to tell later."

"I'm rihight here!"

The older boy dropped the blanket over Peter's head. "That's Spideykid's story to tell later."

Tony shook his head as Peter popped his head back out to glare at his brother. "You can tell me later kihid, but we are going to talk."

Peter nodded. "I knohow. Ihi will."

"Come on." The older scientist stood. "Let's grab Morgan and order some pizza."

Both boys jumped up. "Pizza?"

Tony shrugged as he headed toward the door. "Why not? It's Friday night."

"But it's Wednesday."

Harvey elbowed Peter and hissed, "Shut up or he'll order anchovies!"

"Come on slow pokes, let's go," Tony called again before he disappeared down the hall.

Harvey playfully shoved Peter. "Last one to the kitchen is stupid!"

"Hey!" Peter raced after the older boy. "Cheater!"

Harvey stuck his tongue out. "Come and catch me Spideykid!"

"It's Spiderman!" Peter followed him around the corner. "And you know it!"

Yet however annoying his family could be, Peter was thankful to have them. They could make a rough day seem better and could change his bad attitude into good.

So when he finally tackled Harvey to the floor, Peter flopped on top of him and wrapped him in a hug.

"What are you doing?" Harvey asked.

"Saying thanks for putting up with me."

The older boy tried to cover up a smile, but Peter caught the edges of it. "You're welcome Parker. . . Now move your butt before you squash me."

"But you're so comfy!"

Harvey pushed on the teen. "Peter, if you don't get off, I'm going to tickle you again!"

Peter stayed quiet, but he didn't move.

"Really?"

"Shut uhup!"

Harvey smirked before digging in to Peter's neck. "You're lucky you're cute, otherwise I'd kill your annoying butt."

The teen dissolved into squealy giggles as Harvey tickled him again. Meanwhile, he could hear Morgan begging Tony for cheese pizza as he talked over the phone.

Yeah his family was crazy, but he wouldn't change them for the world.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

hi :) same anon who requested the eddie/wayne holiday traditions story. i loooooved it so much btw im sorry if i never sent that before! but i was hoping to request another holiday themed fic?

i was thinking maybe a couple of the school clubs like hellfire, drama, band etc come together for a holiday party. reader and eddie are just friends at this point but theyre secretly crushing on eachother ever since eddie got reader to stay after drama club to watch hellfire. and the whole time eddie convinces himself to tell reader he likes her but after misreading a situation between reader and another guy (maybe the is asking practicing how to ask someone else out and reader is helping him? idk if thatis too cliche lol) he gets sad and mopes the rest of the party even though his friends try to cheer him up. reader doesnt know why his mood has changed and he isnt his usual flirty self but she finally convinces him to talk and he admits his feeling and happily ever after <3

Request by anon 💞

Warnings; Insecure Eddie, tiny bit of angst, mutual pining, and fluff.

Likes or reblogs are always appreciated 💞💖 I don't give anyone permission to copy my work.

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There was a party going on at Hawkins High and all the clubs had come together for one night.

Band, Drama club, and Hellfire Club had all come together to hang out for the night.

Merriment was in the air and everyone was enjoying the atmosphere and mingling. Robin had even brought Steve and there was much enjoyment all around.

Yn was part of the Drama Club but had been hanging out for a few Hellfire sessions after Eddie convinced her to stay for one of his big campaigns.

They were friends and she really liked him, if she was being honest she had a crush on him and would love to tell him.

It was hard to work up the courage as she usually got distracted by his pretty brown eyes and would forget what she was saying.

Tonight though she would tell him. Everyone was in a good mood and she smiled as she could hear Eddie excitedly talk about a D&D campaign with Robin.

Nerves fill her belly as she thinks about what she was going to do. Hopefully, her gut feeling was right about Eddie.

They flirted a lot and she wanted to ask him if he wanted to hang out.

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Eddie had spent the party full of nervous anxiety. Every time had was yn he would break out into a sweat and get tongue-tied.

Rarely if ever did he feel this way but this was the effect she had on him, he had a massive crush on her, and just being in her presence made his heart race and his cheeks flush.

Dustin rolled his eyes as he saw Eddie look over at yn for the third time.

"Dude, just ask her out. She likes you and you like her!"

"I don't know if she likes me Henderson" Dustin gives him a look that clearly said *are you being serious right now?*

Maybe the little butthead had a point. Not that he would admit that as Dustin would get a big head.

Buoyed by this he makes his decision.

He sees yn talking to Steve and his stomach drops as he moves closer and hears Steve ask yn out.

She beams and she says yes which makes his heart sink. Of course, she would want to date Steve. He was handsome, chicks loved him and yn was perfect, they were a great match.

Steve and yn were beaming at each other and he feels gutted. Obviously, he had misread the signs that she liked him?

Miserable he heads off to find the rest of the Hellfire boys.

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After helping Steve with preparing to ask Nancy out she decides to find Eddie.

Eddie had been acting strange. No longer flirty and kind of withdrawn, kinda mopey she was confused because he seemed fine earlier.

Determined to find out what was wrong she goes to find him and he is taking to his friends.

"Eddie, are you okay?" his friends give them some privacy, and he looks upset about something.

"I'm fine," he tells her but she can sense his hesitation.

"Eddie, please tell me" he sighs.

"I heard Steve ask you out and you said yes, the truth is I really am falling for you but I get why you would want to date Harrington...

"Oh, Eddie. You misunderstand. I was helping Steve work up the courage to ask Nancy out. You know like a role-play kinda thing? I'm falling for you too"

He grins.

"You are? So if I asked you out? Maybe we could go and see a film together? You would say yes?"

Thrilled she nods.

"Yes" beaming he fist pumps the air.

"Milady, would you do the honor of accepting my request for a date?" she giggles reaching up and kissing him softly.

He blinks rapidly looking at her dazed.

"I would love to go out with you Eddie" beaming he kisses her tenderly and he takes her hand leading her over to Hellfire.

Eddie ruffles Dustin's hair.

"I told you so" Dustin grins and says this to Eddie.

"You were right butthead, now don't get a big head about it yeah?"

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[prettygreenpills]

Ok, hey I'm the one who asked about the motricia fanfic, so this is my request;

Female Reader x Motricia Addams "Her"

so Y/n is new a teacher at Nevermore and it is the day for when parents attend the school for the weekend, it's Wednesday's second year at Nevermore at last year on their last parent thing Gomez was actually guilty of the crime so instead of jail they executed him so he died and Motricia's a single woman now raising two kids.

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At the event Motricia notices Y/n stocking the decorations and Wednesday already went someplace with Pugsley so Motricia is by herself and waltz her way to Y/n begins flirting and teasing Y/n and she would place her hands on Y/n's waist, hips when helping her to put up something high or take something down as a way of 'helping her' and when everyone sits to eat Y/n is asked by Wednesday to accompany their table since Y/n is alone and she sits next to Motricia who places her hand on Y/n's thigh lifting it up and Y/n tries not to moan and sooner once it late Pugsley stays with Wednesday while Motricia and Y/n have a fun night in Y/n's dorm and then the end~~~

Hope this is okay

xoxo

hello anon. thank you for the request, honestly i didn’t know what to do with this request but i hope it is pretty alright. i changed it a little bit. enjoy:)

“Her” - Morticia Addams x fem!reader

Characters: Morticia Addams x fem!reader

Rundown: It’s christmas party at Nevermore where the parents are invited. And of course, your ex happens to be there…

Warnings: mentions of smut, lot of fluff, bisexual!morticia, lesbian!reader,

Hoping in that no one would notice you, you kept decorating the courtyard. There was lot of screaming because the kids you were teaching were excited about Christmas. They were waiting for their parents who were supposed to start arriving in few hours. You just had to finish the decorating and then the party could start.

Hanging the decorations aesthetically, you tried to not put them all onto the same place and keep the right distance between them, to not make it seem too much. You took few steps back from the place where you put the decoration if it was alright. And that was when you bumped into someone.

“I apologize-“ you turned around with a “sorry” on your tongue, but when you were looking into opposite direction, all you could see were so many people around you, adults and kids, teachers and the headmistress. She smiled at you, giving you a signal it looked really well and you just kept decorating, standing back at the same spot.

While you were decorating, you were a little curious. Who did you bump into? Why did they disappear immediately after showing up? You had no idea what was happening around you and you just closed your eyes, trying to keep that Christmas spirit which has already arrived to Nevermore.

“I would like to announce that in five minutes there will be caroling in the hall in front of the Christmas tree. Every parent is welcome at the caroling, if you have a special request, please don’t hesitate and inform Miss Thornhill,” you heard Larissa say and you breathed out. Everyone would disappear in few minutes. Less eyes on you.

As Larissa said this, all of the kids started rushing in her direction since she was standing in the doors. She stepped away and let the kids flow inside of the building while pulling their parents, telling them what did they want to request. You just breathed out quietly. Now you had time to finish what you were doing.

As if it was written in your future, as soon as silence took over in the yard, since there were no kids who would be screaming, you started to sweat. You didn’t have much more time to finish it. Decided to wipe your hands later, you took another decoration and tried to hang it high above your head. You had to stand on your toes and you were still too small to reach the spot you wanted to.

A pair of soft hands appeared on your waist. You almost got an heart attack. The yard was supposed to be empty. As soon as you looked at the person who took you by your waist, your eyes widened. Feeling your heart beat faster, you looked into deep black eyes and you couldn’t say a single word to her. The elegant woman who just swayed her way over to you was standing there, holding your waist.

“Let me help you,” she said, her voice deep. You turned around and swallowed really hardly. This couldn’t be happening. This wasn’t her. Your ex wasn’t helping you with decorating at the moment. This was a huge misunderstanding.

However, Morticia was faster than you and a lot stronger than you thought. She really easily lifted you into the air and with that she helped you to reach the spot you needed to reach. You put there a decoration and as soon as it was hanging there on it’s own, you were put down again.

“Thank you,” you said only, without looking at Morticia. This was so embarrassing. Why did it have to be all of those people, your ex? Why couldn’t it be… Larissa? For example? You were friends with her at least.

You walked over to the other spot. Standing on the stone which looked really dangerous, you were holding yourself on another one to keep yourself safe, while adjusting the bells which were a part of the decoration too. When you thought it was okay, you hung yourself on only one hand.

“Careful,” you heard her deep voice for the second time that day and with one bigger step, she was right next to you, her hand behind your lower back, not touching you. She was just making sure you wouldn’t fall.

“Thank you Morticia. But there is not need to worry about me this much,” you said, not keeping your sharp tongue in your mouth. Morticia took a breath to say something but changed her mind as soon as you walked away from her.

Moments later, Morticia was nowhere to find. You were almost done and all you were waiting for were the students and the guests returning to the tables. The witches had put their spells onto the yard so it wasn’t cold at all. You put on the last decoration and then you jumped off the hard stone you used again. Checking your hard work, you were satisfied and kept looking at it. Until there wasn’t a soft brush on your shoulder.

“Miss Y/l/n, the dinner is ready,” Larissa said with a smile at your ear. She had always addressed her employees by their last name when there were people around. You just nodded your head and smiled at her, checking the decorations for the last time before you would leave for the dinner.

As you were walking between the tables, you were searching for a free one. Every table had six chairs around and if your eyes were not lying to you, there was no free chair. Until you didn’t turn to the left.

Of course there was a free chair. Three of them. And you closed your eyes when you saw the back of the black haired elegant woman who had her two kids sitting opposite to her.

Sighing, you made your way over to their table. When you were close enough, you cleared your throat, announcing your presence what made Morticia look at you immediately.

“Hello Y/n- it’s a pleasure to see you again,” Morticia was playing nice and you just curled the corners of your mouth up a little.

“I was wondering if this seat is free. It seems to be full everywhere else,” you said and showed her with your hand. Morticia didn’t even bother to look around and check if you were saying the truth.

“Of course it is. Take whichever seat you’d like, darling.” She said with a huge smile on her face. As you decided to sit next to her since you didn’t want to bother the kids where there was no school, the plate and cutlery appeared in front of you. All Larissa’s work. You looked to the doors and she was sitting there, smiling at you. Closing your eyes you knew what was her intention so you turned your back to her and sat down, right next to Morticia.

“So… how do you like it here?” You asked, actually asking only from Morticia. You knew that Wednesday wouldn’t answer you and Pugsley didn’t know what was going on in this school. Your question was aimed at Morticia. “Is it different than before? When you were studying here?”

“Of course it is. It didn’t change much but it changed. In a good way I think,” Morticia admitted and you smiled softly.

Your meal continued in silence. For you it was enough to be in her presence and Morticia didn’t want to be too much in front of kids. So both of you were quietly eating, chewing on the meal.

One of Morticia’s hand, actually that one which was closer to you dropped onto the bench you were sitting on. You tried to not give it too much attention, but it was hard when Morticia softly covered your knee with her cold palm. You didn’t know what to do or how to react, so you stayed quiet.

Continuing in eating you started realizing that Morticia’s hand was slowly, but still was making its way up your thigh. When she was in the halfway, she stopped. You swallowed hardly and then she made her way down with her hand on your thigh. Morticia knew what was she doing. And when her hand travelled to tease your inner thighs-

“I- I apologize. I need to use a bathroom,” you said as soon as you realized that this shouldn’t have happened. You weren’t planning on this and Morticia didn’t even like that neither. You left everything like it was and you just walked to the doors where Larissa had been standing.

Walking faster and faster, you made it to the toilets. Closing the doors but not locking them, you walked over to the sinks. What was that woman doing to you? Oh god- that couldn’t be really happening-

Morticia opened the doors of the restrooms and looked inside. As she saw you, she walked closer and took a breath.

“I am so sorry- I am sorry Y/n, I don’t know-“

You didn’t know what you were doing but you had enough of her apologies. You pressed your lips against hers to shut the dark haired woman up. You could feel the surprise because of how the whole woman tensed, but as you were few second in the kiss, she rested herself and you let her lead you.

“Please-“ you begged as you kissed her again, “come to my room. Please.”

“Of- course-“ Morticia agreed immediately and you wanted to smile over her reaction but you couldn’t get your mouth off hers.

While you were both kissing, you made your way to the right doors. Sliding inside unseen, both of you were only in your bras already. Your hands were sliding on the soft surface of Morticia’s pale body and her sold hands were scanning your every curve and every single spot where she could place a kiss. Soon enough, you were pushed into the bed, falling onto your back and bending your legs in your knees.

“Tell me love, what is it you desire the most?”

“Oh- it’s you Morticia-“ you breathed out almost without any oxygen. And it was true. Every single word of it was true. You wanted her. No one else. As soon you let this slip out of your mouth, the woman smiled and then… you were up to the one of the nicest nights in your whole life.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

i’m the anon who previously sent the message about the deplorable things alba and her friends have said and done.

i did indeed see your response to my message, and to be completely honest, i thought it was a genuine and well-thought out reply. i know you mentioned you did not want to engage (which is completely fair, considering the scope of your blog), so i understand if you don’t post this. however, i was disappointed to see you continuing to give alba a platform when she has, in fact, not changed or learned from her previous actions. she is still close friends with people who have publicly tweeted statements such as, “fuck me like hitler fucked the jews.” it was revealed that she is heavily antisemitic on set just as recently as last year. she is not sorry for her actions, that much is clear.

it’s your blog - you have final say on what to do with it. but as a part of your previous reply in stating that you could do more in holding racist people accountable, i just thought that you would at least stop giving her a platform to spread such horrible values. because of her antisemitism and racism, her (and now chris’) fans also think it is okay to do so. yes, we cannot control the actions of others. however, as public figures, they do play a part in guiding the narrative and setting an example for those who see them.

i wanted to end off with saying telling you that someone previously asked a fan blog of chris and alba, “is nazism and racism okay if you’re white?” and the response was a resounding, “yes!”

this is who you’re supporting, parasocial or otherwise.

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Thanks, I am surprised that you came back. Also, thank you for not screaming, I've seen way too much "discourse" that is just that online and, unfortunately, in real life.

That's all horrible, and awful to hear, obviously. I knew vaguely of her association to friends with problematic, harmful views through another anon, but no details. The description given certainly paints that she's not learning or growing, yeah. That's shitty. Especially shitty when it's more recent things and not past regrets or ignorance.

It is certainly in my mind whenever an anon sends me something about Alba. She's in a photograph with Chris, I see her in his tag, or whatever. Each time I post something of her, even if it's not really about her and more about Chris, it's consciously something I contemplate. I really hate getting into the real, real relationships and such. I'm not a gossip blog. I have no interest in that side of stanning/supporting a celebrity. So, I very much hesitate to post anything that toes the line. I don't want to, and I shouldn't give people who are racist a platform. You're right, clearly.

Also, I'm sure there are fans of either (or both) Chris and Alba who support racist views or think that they are allowed to because they see their favorite celebrities doing it. I would prefer to think that it is just a very vocal minority, though, in the same way when I see people posting about committing violence toward Alba, death-threat-ing her, making remarks about how they hope Chris divorces her and does horrible things to her because she deserves it, etc. I hope people understand better. Maybe they don't. Maybe I am naive and the outlier by assuming that people compartmentalize their fandom lives from their real lives similarly to me. If so, more should be done to educate them, or push them to educate themselves, on why that isn't okay. Poor behavior examples can be very dangerous, though, I agree.

Anyway, again--for real this time, haha--I'll say that I don't want to get further into this. I can feel a very slippery slope coming, not necessarily from you, but generally about who has reportedly said what and when and to whom, and that's too much for me.