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the-last-kenobi · 4 years ago

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I... I wrote a thing... goddamnit...

Based on this post

All credit and love to @latenightsomewhere and @americankimchi for the idea!

(keep in mind this is not canon compliant. I have aged Obi-Wan down to ten, for one thing. I wanted smolbi-wan💕 and dammit, that’s what I wrote.)

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It was supposed to be a simple mission.

Then again, that was something that could be said after all missions. “It was supposed to be simple,” Jedi would say, shaking their heads ruefully. “Simple.”

They had known they were walking into unpleasant territory.

The Outer Rim was safe for no one — least of all Force-sensitives.

Least of all, Qui-Gon reflected, gripping the hilt of his lightsaber so tightly that he could feel the ridges carving lines into his palms, least of all young Jedi Padawans. Who had training. Who had skills. Who carried kyber in their sabers.

Like Obi-Wan.

Qui-Gon hadn’t quite realized what had happened— not at first — not with his head ringing with the force of the blunt instrument someone had slammed against his head during the scuffle. He had dragged himself to his knees, first, heaving for breath, then slowly rose to his feet, breathing deeply to chase away the nausea.

And then he had discovered he was alone.

Completely alone.

The slavers were gone, and so was his ten-year-old apprentice—

They took him, he thought, stunned. They took him right from under me, where he should have been safest. I didn’t leave him alone on the ship for a reason, but they took him—

As he reeled, flashes of memory started to filter back through the confusion.

Obi-Wan had been behind him, shielded — and then they were unexpectedly surrounded, outnumbered by what was clearly more than a roving pack of criminals — Obi-Wan had ignited his saber and fought back — Qui-Gon had dropped with a blow to the head, and he heard — shouting —

— a startled cry, a thin and high-pitched voice — a muffled scream, a child’s scared voice —

“Master!”

And a powerful fury rose up inside Qui-Gon, both focused and wild, and he did not feel inclined to subdue it.

•

“It’s not natural, is it,” complained one of the group, a young nautolan with grey skin. “Look at him.”

“Shut up,” one of the others said, shooting a slightly wary look in the direction the first was gesturing.

“He’s a kid,” a third said dismissively. This was easily the most eye-catching of the group, an enormous burly Besalisk that was even taller than Master Krell. “And he’s drugged. He can’t do anything. Forget him.”

“He’s a fucking menace is what he is,” the first muttered.

Obi-Wan grinned at them, a slightly manic expression. This was not helped by the blood streaked through his ginger-blonde hair, or the gag they had tied tightly around his mouth.

He said something to them, muffled by the cloth.

“What?” the Besalisk suddenly turned from dismissive to angry.

“Leave him, he’s just being—” one of the others began, but the enormous reptilian humanoid shook his head violently, stalking towards their captive.

“I asked what you said,” he repeated.

Obi-Wan actually rolled his eyes, gesturing towards the gag with his bound hands. The nautolan looked gobsmacked at his nerve.

The Besalisk rumbled low in his throat and jerked the cloth roughly out of the boy’s mouth, catching painfully on his lower lip as he did.

Obi-Wan winced and blinked rapidly, shaking his head as if to clear it.

“What did you say?” his antagonist repeated.

“I said,” Obi-Wan answered, staring plaintively up at the much taller creature, “you’re going to be very sorry when my Master catches up with you.”

The Besalisk laughed, but it was not a happy sound. One by one the others all joined in, although some more hesitantly than others.

“Your Master didn’t put up much of a fight,” the kidnapper goaded him. “And even if he could, he’d have to put in a lot of work to find you. I don’t think he’ll bother, do you?” He leered. “He’s a Jedi. He’s got a job on his hands, and you come second.”

Obi-Wan’s eyes flickered.

Then he smiled. “I was wondering something earlier, but you just answered my question for me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah,” Obi-Wan said, mocking the elder’s drawling accent. “You made it obvious that yes, you are exactly as stupid as you look.”

Several of the slavers gaped.

“Or even stupider,” Obi-Wan added.

There was a bellow of rage, and an enormous fist collided with the boy’s face, leaving grooves up his cheek and forehead that were none too shallow. The gag was forced back into his mouth.

Obi-Wan went back to smiling manically at anyone who looked his way.

•

It took Qui-Gon three and a half standard days to find who had taken his apprentice and where they had gone.

Every minute of those three and half days were spent utterly focused; healthy amounts of sleep were sacrificed in exchange for tracking down information and planning his rescue.

And every minute was also spent with quiet thoughts murmuring in the back of his mind, where not even Jedi calm could quiet them.

They could have moved him again.

They could have had a buyer waiting for the next Force-sensitive they managed to catch.

They’re hurting him. They’re hurting him right now and you’re nowhere near enough to help.

And, perhaps the most quiet, most desperate truth in his heart — If I lose this one, there will be no coming back for me.

•

Obi-Wan bit the hand in front of his face.

The slaver yelped, somehow not expecting the attack despite what Obi-Wan considered fair warning in the form of a venomous glare before the gag had been removed.

“Little brat!” the slaver hissed, shaking his damaged hand that the apprentice was a little pleased to see was bleeding.

“Get him up,” one of the others snapped. “We’re taking him to the deep market tonight, and he needs his attitude fixed first.”

“Not likely,” the ten-year-old said cheerfully. “I was an incorrigible child and my mentor is not exactly—”

He was struck again.

“That’s getting kind of repetitive,” complained Obi-Wan, kicking his bound feet a bit where they hung a foot off the floor, trying to get the blood flowing. “And the same side every time, too. I’m going to get permanent damage and then how much will I be worth?”

“He’s gotta point,” said the newcomer unhelpfully.

The one who had been bitten scowled mightily, then sneered down at his captive, a mean little gleam in his eyes that the boy did not like the look of.

A moment later, a hand closed tight around the boy’s throat, right above the thin collar that had been set there, rigged to blow if he managed to flee.

Obi-Wan choked and began to struggle.

The hand squeezed tighter. “The punishment should fit the crime,” the male mused aloud. “And it’s your back talk that’s going to get you in trouble with your new master, and lower your value on the auction block. Seems fair to get rid of your voice, then.”

The other slaver watched appraisingly. “Just don’t kill ‘im, Frid.”

“Course not,” said the man who was evidently Frid, watching with vindictive pleasure as Obi-Wan writhed weakly, his face turning white and then blue.

Obi-Wan was dropped.

He gasped, his breath rattling in his constricted throat, and kept his head down this time.

This is why Master always says I need to redirect that urge to talk back, he reflected, feeling a little queasy. He’s not going to be happy about my injuries at this rate.

•

Qui-Gon was no stranger to bypassing the local authorities on the planets he visited. He was notorious for it, in fact.

This time, he had chosen to work with the authorities — and then ditched them at the last minute.

Now everything was as legal and tidy as he cared to make it, and the government would be able to arrest and shut down the entire operation, over the course of mere weeks if they were focused about it.

...After Qui-Gon had gone in after his apprentice.

He was quiet and careful about his approach, stealing his way into the underground warehouse that was the gateway to the infamous black market of the planet, a place where spice and banned items were passed from hand to hand — and sentient beings, too.

He could sense his Padawan, albeit barely.

Drugged, most likely.

Sustained exposure to Force suppressants could kill him.

Shaking off the intrusive thoughts, Jinn followed his instincts down several flights of stairs and down a hallway, listening intently.

Bang.

A door flew open to his left, and he melted into the shadows as two figures emerged, one a hulking Besalisk with a permanent scowl and the other a gangly human male with very scruffy hair.

“—not my responsibility,” the human was complaining. “I didn’t sign up for dealing with him. I didn’t even catch him.”

“I did,” the Besalisk grunted. “Little whelp. Squirmed around like a worm on a hook and wouldn’t stop fucking screaming. He would’ve alerted the whole neighborhood just moving him from where we picked him up to the truck.”

“Why didn’t you just gag him?” the human laughed.

“Didn’t have anything to do it with,” the other shrugged. “Tried using my hand and the brat damn near snapped his own neck trying to scream anyways.”

They chuckled a bit.

Qui-Gon held his breath, both wanting and not at all wanting them to be discussing who he thought they were—

“What do the bosses expect us to do, work miracles?” the human went back to complaining. “I hear he’s a spitfire. And they want him ready for sale, in what, three hours?”

The Besalisk grinned. “Three hours is plenty of time. Frid told me that smacking the kid around doesn’t do much good, but he half-strangled him earlier and that shut him up. Jedi whelp.”

And there it was.

It was all the evidence Qui-Gon needed.

The two slavers turned around in alarm when they heard the distinctive hiss-snap of a lightsaber igniting.

All they caught a glimpse of was a towering figure seemingly appearing out of thin air, his expression serene but his eyes blazing, an emerald blade glowing in his hands, and then they were down for the count.

•

Obi-Wan decided that lying facedown on the floor was the better part of valor for the moment.

He was sore and bruised and scratched, and his throat was swollen while his neck chafed against the collar, and he could no longer tell if the nausea was caused by the drugs in his system or from being mistreated.

They had forgone the cloth gag in favor of sealing his lips shut with tape, which Obi-Wan considered a compliment to his ability to annoy them, but it also hindered his ability to breathe.

The slaver standing over him was dusting his hands off rather gleefully.

Obi-Wan squeezed his eyes shut and wished very very hard, knowing that even without being able to touch it, the Force was with him—

And like a miracle, the door swung open, and there was his wish.

The slaver didn’t stand a chance. He only had time to let out an undignified squawk of surprise before he was flying into the ceiling, smacking into a rafter with undue force and then dropping neatly onto a nearby cot that rattled under his weight.

Obi-Wan sighed and let his eyes drift closed.

The man in the doorway was at his side in an instant.

A warm hand touched his shoulder, then slid upwards to touch his neck, looking for signs of life, examining his damaged throat.

Then, very carefully, the tape was peeled away from his mouth.

Obi-Wan smiled into the cold flooring and forced himself to open his eyes again.

“Hullo, Master,” he murmured.

•

Qui-Gon had thought, for one heart-stopping moment, when he had reached Obi-Wan just in time to watch him close his eyes and go limp—

But he was awake, now, those enormous bright blue eyes twinkling up at him out of a battered face.

“Hullo, Master,” said a very small, hoarse voice.

“Hello, Padawan,” Qui-Gon said softly, running his hand up and down the boy’s back, unnerved by how chilled he was to the touch. “How does a warm shower and some proper sleep sound?”

Obi-Wan pretended to think about it, and Qui-Gon had to fight down a laugh at his antics, even now. “Do I have to see healers first?”

“Yes,” answered the Master. “But I believe I can manage to have them release you quickly. We’re leaving for Coruscant tonight; we can sleep on the ship.”

“Oh, all right,” said Obi-Wan, but he didn’t move.

“Can you stand?” Qui-Gon asked.

“Possibly.”

There was another pause, then: “...not really.”

Without another word, Qui-Gon stood, scooping the boy into his arms as he did, cradling his head against one shoulder. Obi-Wan murmured something that he didn’t quite catch.

They moved out of the room and into the hallway, then began to make their way back out of the warehouse. Qui-Gon was stepping over bodies as he went... most of them merely unconscious.

He spotted the scruffy-haired man who had been laughing about the screaming Jedi whelp, and didn’t begrudge himself for trodding accidentally on the man’s outstretched fingers as he passed.

“I... am sorry, Padawan,” Qui-Gon said heavily. “I should have protected you better.”

The ginger head shifted; the boy murmured something vague into his tunics again and then said softly, “It wasn’t your fault, Master. Besides...” he winced as they crossed beneath a bright light that threw the injuries on his face into glaring relief that made Qui-Gon’s stomach clench with self-recrimination. “...I knew you would come for me.”

And those seven little words did a great deal to ease the rage and guilt still swirling inside the tired Jedi Master.

“Always, Padawan,” he said quietly. “Always.”

Obi-Wan was asleep in his arms by the time they emerged into the twilight, surrounded by the movement of law enforcement as they swarmed upon the compound, and therefore he didn’t know it when Qui-Gon, near-shaking as the adrenaline of the past several, stressful days began to fade, murmured: “Thank the Force for you, little one.” And pressed a soft kiss to the sleeping head.

#star wars #my writing #not my idea #smolbi wan #tiny bean #my baby #obi wan kenobi #qui gon jinn #obi wan and qui gon #star wars au #tw child harm #tw strangulation #dad qui is Not Happy #little obi is just giving vibing and waiting on his dad #i love them your honor #somebody hug him

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thegreenmetblue · 3 years ago

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STARKER FESTIVAL SUMMER BINGO : 2nd square

not a date

read on ao3

Peter was utterly anxious. To be honest, he’s not even sure anything in his life stressed him more than that. To be fair, he wasn’t expecting this. At all. Let’s go back to earlier in the day. This morning to be more precise.

Peter was lying in his bed, watching some weird videos on YouTube. But it was Saturday morning. It’s what teenagers do on a early Saturday morning (read : at 10 am). Not that the boy was gonna say it out loud but it was either that, either reading fanfictions about Spiderman and Iron Man. But shhh if you ask him, he’d say it’s only for checking how people are describing him.

Anyway, he was watching some hilarious videos Ned has sent him for the last six days when his phone stopped the video in exchange of Tony Stark’s face. Peter’s heart skipped a beat in his chest, like every time Tony’s calling him. “Yes ?”, he answers with a faint voice. Most of the times, he has no issues talking to Tony face to face but god knows why, Peter has still big issues with calls.

“If this isn’t my favorite young adult. Hi, Pete. Im sorry if woke up you. Or maybe not that sorry, it was time to anyway.”, Tony’s voice says in the speaker. Peter’s cheeks redden at that. He doesn’t know the reason of it, but it’s been almost two months Tony stopped calling him a kid. And now he just said young adult, it gives hope to Peter’s poor heart. Maybe Tony stopped seeing him as a kid. Maybe he sees him more as an equal now ? Lost in his thoughts, the boy doesn’t even realize he didn’t answer to the man on the other side of the phone.

“Alright, imma take that as a no. Gosh, I wondered what happened to the boy that was practically begging to have all my attention.”, Tony laughs softly. Again, he just said Peter wasn’t that boy anymore. The boy makes a little shame sound to the man’s comment about his behavior, feeling his cheeks burning even more.

“N-no, im sorry, im here mr. Stark. You didn’t wake me up. And please take that back, I was never asking for you attention, old man.”, Peter shoots back. He loves doing that. He loves talking back to Tony. “Imma pretend I didn’t hear what you just called me. And Im also gonna pretend like you’re not shamelessly lying to me at the moment. Anyway, you have plans tonight ?”, Tony asks, a bit of growling in his voice. This automatically warms Peter’s heart. He’s probably gonna go to Tony’s lab tonight.

Peter was trying not to smile too much when he remembered Tony wasn’t actually there. “No, I don’t have anything. You want me in the lab ?”, the boy asks and immediately regrets his choice of words. want me in the lab. Fuck. He was gonna say sorry to that, but thanks god Tony speaks before he can make it even more awkward. “No actually I was thinking of something a little more fun. What do you say about eating in a fancy restaurant tonight ?”. Peter’s heart doesn’t skip a beat this time, it skips severals. Tony wants- what ?

“What ?”, he lets out, without even realizing it. “Should I take that as a no again ?”. Tony’s voice echoes in Peter’s brain but never gets analyzed. The boy’s still frozen, his phone hanging in his hand, the sound of his beating heart ringing in his ears.

“Peter ? Fri just told me your heartbeats are unsually high, are you okay ?”. And this time, that wakes him up. “Wh-what ? Oh.. no that’s- im okay, it’s just- MJ!”, Peter stutters as an answer. He swears he can hear Tony’s frowning’s expression in the silence that follows.

“I mean, she- MJ, she sent me a funny, a text, it reminded me of something and I huh.. yeah. No, that’s yes.”. Another long silence. that’s a yes. Peter feels like he just answered a proposal. “Yes as in, im free for tonight, mr. Stark.”, Peter finishes, his cheeks burning with shame.

“Great. And Im not gonna question what just happened, alright ? Be ready for 7.”, Tony simply says before hanging up. Just like that. Just like he didn’t just made Peter’s brain completely fry.

“Did Tony just asked me on a date?”, Peter asks himself out loud, alone in his bedroom, his jaw hanging in shook. What the hell ?

That’s how Peter started the most stressful day of his entire life. Exams ? Spiderman ? Thanos ? Forget all of this, he has a freakin’ date with Tony freakin’ Stark, that is the real stressful shit. He spends half of the day walking in his apartment.

Around 3, he starts to panic hard because Tony said fancy. But Peter doesn’t have fancy clothes. He stayed in front of his phone, hesitating to send Tony something about that or no. He doesn’t want Tony to think he only has kid’s clothes. But then, better this than showing up in a fancy restaurant with a pun-sweat right ?

PP : How should I be dressed for tonight ?

Peter finally sends, not asking but hoping Tony’ll understand what he meant. His smile increases when, 6 minutes after, his phone rings.

TS : Happy is gonna drop you a suit at 5.

Peter’s inside catches fire at that. The words sugar daddy are ringing in his ears. Tony is gonna buy him a suit. Just for tonight. For their date. “Oh my god, imma be sick.”, Peter mumbles. His heart has been beating so fast since the call. And he feels like he’s gonna throw up. And he’s also happy. So happy. But- a date ? With Tony Stark ? Peter has been in love with the man for- he can’t even remember. Of course at first it was just a fan crush, then a real crush, then it bloomed into full love. And Peter never thought he could had a chance. But- Peter’s thoughts get cut by the entry door opening.

It’s May. And it’s been 5 hours now that Peter is combusting with impatience all alone in his apartment that he just can’t help himself. As soon as May starts taking to him, he blurts out : “I’ve got a date tonight!”

That’s how the hundreds of questions start. May knows he’s gay. However, May doesn’t know he loves Tony and she definitely doesn’t know the actual date is with Tony. So when she starts asking who he is, Peter realizes it maybe wasn’t the best idea. So after receiving the 5 hugs May felt like she needed to give him for that, the boy sends another text to Tony.

PP : Can we meet at the park next to my building please?

And then, he lets May giving him advices for tonight. “Alright, I get why you won’t tell me. Even if Im a little concerned, I get it. Where is he taking you ?”, she asks, a big smile on her face. “I don’t know actually, he just said it was somewhere fancy.”, Peter answers, trying not to let his smile gets to him too much.

“And how are you gonna get dressed ? You maybe can try some of Ben’s suit ?”. And Peter’s heart warms at that proposition. “It’s alright May, I already have something to wear actually.”

The two next hours aren’t better, they’re worst. May continues giving him advices. For his sakes, Peter swears himself to never use some. Then he takes a shower, the longest he never took. Just in case. He wants all of his skin to smell good for Tony. His cheeks brun at this thought. Are him and Tony gonna.. ? Now his whole body is warming up and Peter can’t help but jerking off at the thought of him and Tony going home tonight and having some fun.

When Happy leaves him a text saying the suit is in the mailbox, the boy sneaks to get it. Once the suit is on him, Peter can’t stop looking at his own reflection in the mirror. It’s a light blue suit and fuck, he does look good in those. His whole skin is shivering because Tony bought it to him. Tony’s money is touching his skin. The boy snorts at his own weird thoughts. But he can’t help it.

A small whine escapes his lips when he realizes there’s still 1h30 before Tony comes to get him. And that’s the absolute worst feeling ever. Peter tries to work, to watch a tv show, to talk with May, to phone MJ or Ned, to build lego, but nothing is able to make the time look less slow. And the more the time passes, the more Peter’s stomach gets stress crushed.

When 7 pm is finally approaching, Peter’s not even sure he can breath anymore. “Peter, hey- Peter, please can you stop ?”, May finally snaps and Peter turns to her, ready to burst at her that she doesn’t know how he feels right now, but she shushes him before he can even start.

“Everything’s gonna go well, angel. But please, you’re gonna faint before you’ll even get there, alright ? You’re handsome my baby, he’s gonna love you.”, May tries to calm him by hugging him. He was about to answer her when the clock beside them shows that 7 pm is in 5 minutes. Peter jumps saying he’s gonna be late and rushes out of the apartment.

He went down the stairs, crossed the street and went to the park in a 1 minute time. His heart is menacing to get out of his chest. And when he finally hears Tony’s voice behind him, his whole body jerks and he turns to the voice.

His heart stops again. Holy fuck, Tony is- he’s god-handsome. Peter’s jaw opens and doesn’t close.

“You’re doing alright Peter ?”, Tony asks, after a few seconds. Peter tries. He tries really hard. But Tony is in front of him, in a grey suit that looks absolutely heavenly hot on him, and they’re going on a date and-

“Peter ?”, this time, he forces himself to answer before Tony decides to leaves him there. “Hum… huh- yeah? Yeah you look good. I- I mean.. Im good! Im doing… good.”. He watches in horror as Tony tries to not laugh at him. “Blue suits you, by the way.”, Tony comments and Peter tries not to blush or smile at that.

Then the older one shows him the car behind them and Peter hurries inside.

“So. Why the park ?”, the man asks after a few seconds. Peter’s brows frown in confusion. “Forget it. Everything alright Pete ? You look… tense. Did something happened while you patrolled ?”. And this time, Peter’s sure he’s blushing. Why can’t he just relax ? Okay it’s a date but it shouldn’t be any different than the rest of the time they spend together.

“Yeah.. Yeah im sorry I was just a bit nervous, you know… I… Im happy you invited me tho! So.. where are we going ?”, the boy tries to show he’s grateful for this. The last thing he wants is Tony thinking he’s not happy about the date.

“It’s an Italian restaurant, my favorite one. You’ll see, everything that’ll get into your mouth tonight will make you fly.”, Tony answers and there’s a silence. Peter’s cheeks burn hot now. Did Tony really said- oh my god. “Im just realizing how it sounds. Maybe not my best choices of words.”, the man laughs. laughs, as if he didn’t created a whole fire in Peter’s body. The boy just prays not to pop up a boner just because of a single sentence.

The rest of the ride is just small talks and when they finally arrive, Peter stays close to Tony, it makes him feel protected. And he likes it. The smile on his face is uncontrollable. He can’t believe he’s on an actual date with Tony Stark. His heart is about to burst from happiness. And the place is stunning, and Tony’s stunning. And Peter sees people watching them and he feels proud. He knows how much people want Tony. But Tony’s there with him.

Once they’re seated, Peter can’t help but stare at Tony who’s in front of him. And the only thing he can think of is that he loves him. But the boy shuts up. Tony didn’t mentioned it being a date yet, and even when he does, Peter can’t just say he loves him already.

When the menu comes, Peter just stare at the Italian names blankly. “I… I don’t understand anything that’s written.” , he murmurs to Tony, a bit ashamed. But the man just fondly snorts in response and translates him the different propositions. But after the explanations, Peter’s still lost as fuck. what the fuck are all of those ?. Tony laughs again, louder this time, noticing Peter’s lost face.

“You know what, I’ll order for you. How does that sound ?”. The boy’s heart stops and he flushes different shades of red at once. Tony is gonna order for him. “That- That sounds good. Im sorry I don’t know what are those.”, Peter finally says. “Hey, none of that Pete. Plus, Im kinda excited for you to try what I’ll pick for you.”, the man says, like it wasn’t making Peter squirm in his chair. Oh my god, he’s gonna die.

To give himself a bit of capacity, he pretends to read the menu once again and pouts noticing the prices aren’t there. Meaning it must be like, super expensive. He knows Tony can pay, and there’s a side of him that likes it. Because it’s easier for him to call Tony Daddy in his head. But there’s also a part of him that hates it because it feels like he can’t complete. May and Peter are kinda broke and Peter would have liked to be able to pay a restaurant to Tony too.

“What’s up with the pout ?”. Shit. “N-Nothing, mr. Stark really. It’s just… you know, I can’t… it’s a fancy restaurant and May and I aren’t…”, he begins but Tony cuts him. “Im stopping you right there, Peter. Im sorry if me picking a fancy restaurant embarrassed you, I should have asked where you wanted to go first. But don’t worry about that, okay ? Im not asking you to pay for anything, I invited you there.”. Peter feels his heart beating hard in his chest. “No, Im really happy to be there, I swear! I just… I just don’t want- I don’t know, forget it.”.

Tony does what Peter asked him, he drops the subject and start talking about Peter’s project in the lab. And that, it allows Peter to relax a bit. Because it suddenly feels like a normal time with Tony. And not a date. Well, a date yes but not an awkward one. And if Peter chokes on his own saliva when Tony orders in fucking italian in front of him, then at least, the man acts like he didn’t see it. And Peter’s happy there’s a table because explaining to Tony why he’s hard right now would have been real awkward.

It becomes a bit more awkward again when the meals arrive. Because Peter gets aroused by how good the food Tony picked for him is. Because Tony looks genuinely satisfied with the fact Peter moans at every bite he takes. And because watching the gorgeous man eating in front of him is also a whole show.

Peter is too occupied staring at Tony to realize he’s missing his mouth with the next bite he takes. The man laughs gently at him and Peter wants to fucking hide under the table because now Tony’ll think he doesn’t know how to eat.

“That’s good huh ? Knew you would like it.”, Tony smiles, after a minute of silence. The smile on Peter’s lips grows automatically. He likes that. He really likes that Tony knew what he’d like. “That’s… the best thing I ever ate mr. Stark!”, Peter answers, beaming with happiness. Even the awkward moments can’t ruin this for him. He’s so happy.

The rest of the evening goes well. So well even. But the more the end approaches, the more Peter can’t help but asks himself if something’s gonna happen or not. Like… Is Tony gonna bring him home ? Is he gonna kiss him ? Even the thought of that is enough to make Peter’s head feel dizzy. He can’t even let himself imagine something more than a kiss would happen. And if he does, he’s gonna combust in front of Tony. And before his mind decides to picture them having sex, Peter shakes his head, his cheeks reddening with both shame and want. He had so many dream about Tony, so many wet dreams about Tony. He has been dreaming about the man since even before they actually meet. And Peter feels like he would cum the second Tony lays a hand on him. That’d be pretty awkward. And then, Peter can’t help but wonder what Tony sees in him. He’s nobody. Tony can have whoever he wants, and still, he chose him. Does Tony know he’s a virgin still ? Would he care ?

“Okay, have you even listened to a word I just told you ?”, Tony asks, a jaded look on his face. Peter realizes the man has been talking to him and blushes in shame. “Im so sorry! I was thinking… I got lost in my thoughts, sorry.”, he apologizes, hoping Tony won’t think he’s boring him.

“Wow, he’s getting invited to the fanciest restaurant ever and still act like it’s not enough. What more do you want Parker ?”, Tony jokes and one part of Peter is happy he didn’t get upset. Another part of him just wanna scream he wants Tony to kiss him once they’re out of the restaurant. But what if Tony wanna take his time ? He doesn’t wanna sound as desperate as he really is.

“I’d really love for a car.”, Peter jokes back, glad he made Tony smile. “Ask and you shall receive.”. And Peter doesn’t know how honest Tony is with this. He hopes the man is joking. But Tony’s intense look in his eyes when Peter said those words is enough to make him realize the man is serious about this. “I was joking, mr. Stark.”, the boy adds, just to be sure he won’t receive a car tomorrow. Tony doesn’t answer anything to that, which is kinda weird, but Peter doesn’t think too much about it.

When the server comes back and asks if they want a dessert, Tony answers for him again. No. This time Tony doesn’t wait for Peter to even asks him, he just orders him something in Italian again.

“I could have asked him for ice cream you know…”, Peter whines, faking a pout. “Oh so he understands Italian now.”. And the smile Tony had on his lips almost all night is making Peter heart feel so light.

“I don’t, but I don’t think I need a italian degree to understand ‘gelato’, old man.”, Peter teases, making himself feels hot all over his body. He sees Tony’s gaze changing a bit too. Is Tony loving this as much as him ? “Brat.”, the man accuses and Peter stops himself to make a punishment joke. They’re not there yet.

The boy is now eating his damn vanilla ice cream and can’t help the blush creeping on his face again. Tony is staring at him. Not watching. Staring. Peter’s senses can feel his intense gaze on him, on his face. And the boy feels like he doesn’t know how to eat anymore. He’s sure he’s putting ice cream everywhere on his lips and wants to die about it.

“Y-You didn’t want to take something ? Huh… dessert or- or coffee ?”, he stutters, to make things less intense, because Peter is seconds away to moan under Tony’s gaze. “Im all good, thanks Pete.”, Tony answers and the boy doesn’t know if he’s dreaming or not but Tony’s voice sounded more… low ? He goes back to eating his ice cream, hoping it’s the last ice cream he’ll ever eat in his life.

When they finally go out, Peter feels drunk. He’s so happy, so nervous and so horny at the same time. He’d say so in love but let’s not brings more awkward to this. They walk in silence to Tony’s car. And just before Tony can open his car, Peter blurts out : “Thank you so much for the dinner mr. Stark! It was really really good and really fun. I liked it… a lot.”, he says, knowing he’s blushing again but doesn’t care at this point. Maybe Tony is waiting for him to make the first move. Because he doesn’t wanna rush him.

“Pleasure was mine, Pete.”, the man answers, a soft smile on his lips. And then, Peter doesn’t even realize what his body his doing, but that should be the good time no ? His heart is pounding so fast and loud in his chest, ears and whole body as he leans and kiss Tony. A smack. Just a smack. Because Peter doesn’t even know how to kiss. It was fast, but enough to make Peter’s heart explodes in his chest.

But then he sees Tony’s face. Tony’s frozen and shocked face. Shit. Did it was too soon ? Did it sucked ? Did Tony expected someone who could actually kiss him ? Peter wants to throw up. ”Mr. Stark ?”, he asks faintly.

“Peter. What… What was that ?”, Tony questions, his tone dangerously flat. “I- I thought… Im so sorry I... You know with the date and all, I thought maybe… maybe it was a good time to kiss you, you know ? Im sorry if Im not a g-”, Peter painfully begins but gets cut by Tony. “Wait- A date ? It wasn’t a date.”, the man says, his voice suddenly high. Peter’s blood turns cold in his whole body.

What ?

“Wh- What ?”, he breathes, voice already trembling. Oh god no. No no no no, this can’t be happening.

“This. That’s- Christ, Peter. It wasn’t a date. I- I didn’t- We’re not- Fuck.”, Tony panics, his voice almost screaming the last bit, stepping back from Peter. Peter who’s still frozen, watching what’s happening in front of him without being able to move.

“Oh god, Im so sorry if I made you think it was a date, kid. Im- It wasn’t my intention.”, Tony tries to apologize, clearly still panicking. The only word echoing in Peter’s brain is kid. Tony hasn’t called him like that for months. And now he’s doing it again.

“Peter, kid. Shit, you can’t cry- I- Peter Im so sorry I shouldn’t-”. And it’s only when Tony says that that Peter realizes tears are rolling down his cheeks. His heart feels heavy in his chest. No. His heart feels completely crushed in his chest. And the humiliation. The boy still stands there, only capable of crying in front of Tony, who’s panicking on his own.

“Kid, you- Im sorry, Im not mad I swear, we can’t- We just can’t. We’re not… that.”. And Peter’s heart feels like breaking again. “D-Don’t call m-me k-kid.”, and it’s the only thing Peter can lets out before fully starting to cry. Small hiccups escaping his lips.

Tony watches in horror, unable to do much. “Peter, im begging you- stop crying, im not mad, you’re- kid I-”, the man starts and if he wasn’t so much in pain, Peter would have been genially shocked to see Tony struggling so much to speak. “Stop ca-calling me a kid!”, the boy almost screams, surprising both himself and Tony. The man steps back again. There’s a silence. A loud one. A painful one.

“Im sorry. It’s my fault if you thought- Jesus, it’s my fault if you mistook this, Peter. Im sorry I let you think this was a… a date. You can’t- it’s not on you, Im not mad.”, Tony speaks again. But it’s only words. Peter’s brain shut himself. He doesn’t understand what Tony is saying to him. He just wants to die.

“But- But I lo-”, he starts, desperately, only to get cut by the man in front of him again. “No. No you don’t. You- Jesus ki- Pete, it’s not-” and there’s a silence again. “It’s not wh-what ? True ? H-How would you know ? And wh-why… what was al-all of this for if-if it was- n’t a.. a da-date ?”, the boy desperately questions, in between cries. Tony’s pained expression intensifies. “Pete, stop crying.”.

“Answer me!”, the younger one screams. He can’t believe Tony. It’s not true. Tony is just being- delusional.

“Christ why are you doing this ? Peter, it was just- just… us.”. Peter never heard Tony’s voice sounding so desperate before today. But he can’t care. He feels like he’s been crushed by a fucking plane right now.

“Us ? Ye-yeah and Im- im saying that us, is me lo-lo-loving you and you- you looking at me with- with that look in your eyes.”. And Peter can sees Tony’s eyes watering. Again, it’d be the first time he sees Tony crying, but he still can’t care. The man just steps back and sighs, passing both of his hands on his face.

“You stopped calling me ki-kid. And- and you order for me- and- and sh-shit! I- I know you like it. I know i-it because I can se-see it, mr. Stark. I- I want- I want you… pl-please.”, Peter cries even harder now, his voice constantly cut by cries. “Please.”, he begs again. And it’s even more painful because Tony doesn’t answers anything. The man just stand in front if him, completely frozen, with a pained expression on his face. But he doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t deny it. Why doesn’t he deny it ?

And suddenly, Tony’s warms hands are on his cheeks, trying to wipes the endless tears coming out of Peter’s eyes. But the sensation of the hand on his cheeks only makes Peter cry more. “Peter… Peter, baby.. please. You- fuck. You have to stop, alright ?”, Tony whispers, so close to him, but yet so far. baby.

Peter doesn’t realize he leans on the touch, he doesn’t realize Tony’s other hand is clenching hard on his light blue jacket. And despite everything that is happening right now, Peter only wants them to kiss. A real kiss.

But the next thing he feels is Tony’s strong body against him. The man is hugging him and Peter can’t help but hug him back, his cries still loudly getting out. “Peter, please. I can’t. You know I can’t. Im so sorry. I shouldn’t have invited you, I shouldn’t- I shouldn’t have let myself- I can’t.”, Tony murmurs those things in Peter’s ear, tightening his arm around the boy’s body and it only hurts Peter more. Why is Tony saying all of this ? What does it mean ?

“Please…”. It’s all what Peter is capable to say. Please love me. He feels Tony’s body, Tony’s warmth getting away and hates it. And the boy can’t take it. It hurts so much. So before Tony can even answer with another apologize, Peter’s wrists move on their own, and the next second he’s not there anymore, he’s on the top of the building next to the restaurant. He has to get away from Tony. He can’t stay there.

And if Peter hasn’t jumped on another building right away, he would have been able to hear Tony whispering on his own. “Pete… I wished you’d understand why this can’t be a date, why I can’t let you love me back.”, finally letting himself cry now that Peter ran away.

second square for @starkerfestivals 🙈🙈

alright so first of all im so sorry for this fjndldl 😭😭😭 this bingo is challenging me so much tho bc i wrote my first tony fucking peter and now i wrote my first sad ending

its just the first thing that came to my mind seeing ‘not a date’ so i followed my idea

also i edited it three fucking times bc tumblr was being a bitch with me today 🔪

#starker #ironspider #leah writes sometimes #starkerfestival summer bingo #starkerfestivals #starkerfestivalsevents #sfsummerbingo21

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bwingus · 4 years ago

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Striker helps asher get home.

(This was an rp between me and @nightmares-and-preys . They also made the cover art. Check them out :3)

(Also, just a warning. Striker acts way different than he does in helluva boss. Hes nicer, and says things that contradict the cannon. Keep this in mind while reading this)

Just another day.. iiis what you'd think before the worst possible scenario happens to ya.

A teen was walking into their home as some of their siblings grabbed and dragged them off into their mini library.

"Guys, what the hell!?"

"Shush, You need to help us! We need you to read this spell for us" The sister said.

It made them confused but they nodded. "Alright..? What is it-"

"It's just a shrinking spell, We want to see if it actually works on this apple here."

"Uh- okay.." They stared at their siblings before starting the spell. It was going well until the brother knocked into them.

It made them mess up the words. "Eh!? D-damnit, Brot- w- WHATS GOING O-"

They had immediately vanished before their siblings eyes.

Next thing they knew, They felt a scorching hot pain.

The teen shakenly stood as they looked around. A horrific, desert like hellscape in front of them.

"What the hell..? Is- I-iiyy- Why is everything so big-" They winced before covering the bright red light from their eyes. "W-where am I!?- what's that loud noise-" They froze before looking back at the flaming horse that was approaching quickly. "O-oh hell!!" They jolted before fleeing from the horse's path. Catching a glimpse of it's horned rider.

"I-im in hell..!?"

Striker had been riding his horse, bombproof, when he smelt something extremely interesting. He smelt a human. "Now how in satan's name did a human get into hell?" He thought. He looked around, but didnt notice anything. That was until he saw something small, and human shaped run across the ground, and hide behind a can. So the human was small. Extremely small. He smelt the rank smell of magic aswell as the humans scent. They must have been teleported here, and accidentally shrunk themself in the process, or the other way around. He hoped off of bombproof, and then took a few careful steps towards the can. He didn't want to scare the human away. He was rather hungry, and this could be his next meal. Once he was about 2 feet away, the small human peeked out form behind the can. He could see the fear in their eyes. But somehting was different. This human looked young. Like, in their teens young. Now, if theres one rule striker had, it was that he didnt hurt kids, and he counted teens as kids. So right then and there he decided that he was gonna help this kid. He took one more step, and then decided to talk to her. "Hey, kid. Could you come out from behind that can? I want to help you, but I'll need you to come out form behind there." He said in the nicest way possible. "H-how do I know I can trust you?" She said, peeking out from behind the can. "Well, I'm the only person around for miles, and haven't tried to kill you yet. That's pretty trustworthy when it comes to hell." He told her, hoping that would convince her. "O-ok." She says as she walks out from behind the can. "Just stay there hun. I'll come over there and pick ya up." He said as he walked over, and gently picked her up. Once he had her at chest level he set her in his flat palm. "So, how did you even get here in the first place?" He asked her. "Well, my siblings wanted me to test a shrinking spell on an apple, and one of my brothers bumped me and made me mess up the spell. I guess it caused a shrinking and teleportation spell." She said sadly. "Oh I'm so sorry hun. I know a way to get ya home. Itll just take me a bit to get there. So, I need somewhere safe to transport you..." he said as he checked for anywhere he could hide her. If he hid her in a pocket, other demons would catch her scent. There is one other place he knew he could hide her, but he knew she would absolutely freak out if he put her into there. "Hey kid, do you trust me?" He asked hesitantly. "S-sure I guess. Why do you ask?" She asked, slightly frightened. "Becuase, I'm about to do something that will break your trust..." he says as he shoves her in his mouth. He wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. He licked her around with his snake like tounge. He could feel her struggling, and could hear her begging to be let out, which made him feel like shit. Once she was slippery enough, he flicked his head back, and swallowed all of her in one gulp. She continued to squirm and shout even while going down his throat. The squirming actually hurt his throat. He felt her pass his collarbone, and then plop into his stomach. He felt her bang in the walls, and then heard her scream. "Please let me out of here! I dont wanna be in a demons stomach all day! It stinks in here!". That was unexpected. He thought she was gonna be scared of being digested. But it seems she just doesnt wanna be in his stomach becuase it stinks, and she just doesnt wanna be in there. Interesting. "I'm sorry kid, but that's the safest place you can be. If I had you in a pocket, another demon would have smelt your scent, and taken you. I'd rather not have that happen." He said as he rubbed the bulge she made in his belly. "Also, whats your name kid?" He asked her. "You can call me ash. What's your name?" She said. "The names striker." He answered. He then felt an extremely odd feeling. He could feel her rubbing his belly from the inside. He blushed and then started to purr. "A-alright kid. I best be getting ya home." He said as he hopped back on bombproof, and made his journey to I.M.P.

Time skip to when striker gets to IMP

Striker stopped bombproof in the parking lot, and then stepped up to the front door of the building. "Well, this isn't gonna end well..." striker said nervously. "What's wrong striker?" She asked. "Well, the guy who can help get you home, well, me and him have some bad blood." He said with a sigh. "W-well, what did you do?" She asked, slightly scared. "Well, I tried to kill his boyfriend, and tried to kill his employees." He said nervously, as he hoped that wouldnt scare her. "O-oh. Alright. Well, why did you do that?" She asked. "Well, I was hired to kill his boyfriend, and his employees got in the way. I'm tryin to make amends though." He said as he walked into the building, and made his way up to blitz's office. He peeked inside, and saw blitz sleeping at his desk. He opened the door, and walked up to the desk. He didnt know how to use the magic book, so he would have to wake blitz up. He shook blitz's shoulder, trying to wake him up. It seems it worked, as blitz slowly opened his eyes, and said. "Oh hey striker... wait STRIKER!?! WHAT in the FUCK are you doing here!?" He yelled as he pointed a pistol right at strikers stomach. "I wouldnt do that if I were you blitz." Striker said with a menacing snarl. "I got a human kid in there, and I'm tryin to get them back to earth. And i need your help to do it." Blitz lowered his gun. "Wow striker, I didnt think you would stoop low enough to eat kids. But I'm guessing your asking me to use the grimoire to teleport the kid back?" He said as he went and grabbed the grimoire, and started flipping through the pages, looking for the spell. "Mhm. That's exactly why I came here. I would have used the book myself, but I dont know how to." He said as he scratched the back of his head. "Well, I'll be in the meeting room, getting the spell ready. You should probably spit her out." Blitz said as he walked towards the door. "Before you go blitz, you should get a growth spell ready too. Shes currently tiny." Striker said as he started to cough, trying to spit her up. "Sure thing." Blitz said as he walked out the room. Striker eventually spits her into his hand, and miraculously she was sleeping. He carrys her into the meeting room, where blitz is standing on the table holding the book, which was currently glowing. "I got those spells ready. Can you give her to me?" Striker hands blitz ash, and then sits in one of the chairs. "Also, just so you know striker, I'm only doing this for the girl. Once shes back home, I won't hesitate to kill you." Blitz said as he activated the growth spell. "I know that blitz. I'll be leaving once shes home anyway. Now, let me wake her up" he walked over and shook ash awake. "Mornin sleepyhead. Your bout to go home. Blitz, get the portal ready for her." Blitz opens the portal, and it leads to ash's house. "Welp. It's your time to leave kid." Blitz says. "Hold on now. I need to say goodbye." I hop on the table, and give ash a big bear hug. "I'll see ya later kid." Ash gets up, and then walks towards the portal. Before she walks through it, she waves to striker and blitz. "Bye you two!" And then she walks through, and then portal closes behind her. Striker walks towards the door, as he remembers what blitz said to him. "Welp. I guess I best be leaving." He whistles, and bombproof bursts through the window. He hops on bombproof, and then smashes through the door, rinding off back to the wrath ring. "Oh come the fuck on!!!! I just had all this fixed!!!" Blitz yells out.

The end.

#striker #safe vore #helluva boss #im literally simpimg for striker rn like huhhhhhhh

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years ago

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Reunion (Javier x Reader) {MTMF}

Title: Reunion Rating: PG-13 Length: 2700 Warnings: None Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. December 24th 1998. This is getting split into two parts. I’ll get to more hopefully tomorrow. Summary: Mitch arrives for Christmas.

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“When was the last time you saw your brother?” Steve questioned as he took a sip of beer, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“I was nineteen and it was Christmas.” You explained, “I went to college in the city, I could’ve easily visited more often, but…” You shrugged, tugging at the ties of your apron, moving to hang it on the hook on the wall.

“You nervous?”

You laughed, “That’s an understatement. It’s all very weird, honestly. Is there going to be resentment because I just ghosted out of their lives? Do they really want to come?”

“Well,” Steve scratched at the back of his neck. “People don’t rearrange their Christmas schedule if they don’t want to. I’m sure after eighteen years, your brother wants to reconnect.”

“You know,” You started with a smile. “You and Connie reminded me of Mitch and Darla.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You both welcomed me into your home when I moved to Colombia.” You smiled at him. “So don’t get too jealous that my actual big brother has shown up.”

“You thought of me as a brother?” Steve taunted, clutching his chest. “I’m flattered.”

“Oh, fuck off.” You snorted. “Get the cookies out when the timer goes off.”

“You’ve got it.”

You headed out of the kitchen into the family room where Monica and Connie were corralling the girls. “Where’s Javi?”

“Bedroom.” Monica supplied, sweeping Sofía into her arms, much to the little girl’s amusement.

“Thanks.” You replied, “Everything good here?”

Connie smiled at you, “We’ve got it covered.”

“Good.” You sighed, before you made your way down the hallway towards the bedroom. You pushed open the door, stepping inside and shutting it behind you. “Are you hiding?”

“No.” Javier chuckled, catching your gaze in his reflection as he held up a tie in front of his chest. “Which one?”

“You’re meeting my brother, not the president.” You rolled your eyes. “What about the burgundy button up? It’ll go nicely with my dress.”

Javier pursed his lips as he considered, “Slacks still?”

“Are you comfortable in them?” You shook your head, moving towards the closet to retrieve the burgundy button up off the hanger.

“I’m not uncomfortable.” He admitted, unbutton the cuffs of his white shirt. “I just wanna make a good impression.”

“Then be yourself,” You said as you stepped in front of him, draping the shirt over your arm as you started unbuttoning the shirt for him. “Mitch was always laidback. He was actually a lot like my father, and I’ve always told you that he would’ve loved you.”

“Yeah?” He reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “I want this to be a good experience for you, baby.”

Javier’s brows rose upwards and he caught your hand, examining the ring on your right hand. “When did pops give this to you?”

Your cheeks burned, “Thanksgiving. Are you… are you okay with me wearing it?”

You had meant to tell Javier about it when you were still in Laredo, but there was never a right time to bring it up — Monica, Nadia, and the girls were constantly around. You didn’t want it to bring up questions. It didn’t fit your ring finger, which was an unexpected blessing. But it did fit the middle finger of your right hand like it was made to be worn there.

“Of course I’m alright with you wearing it, baby.” Javier lifted your hand to his lips and pressing a kiss to the back of your hand. “I didn’t realize pops gave it to you.”

“I understand he tried to give it to you before.”

Javier huffed, “Fairly certain if I’d given it to you then, you would’ve run for the hills.”

You scrunched up your nose, “I might’ve been uncomfortable, but I would’ve stayed right here.” You cupped his cheek and leaned in to kiss him. “I love you.”

“Love you too, baby.” He bumped his nose against yours. “What does your brother do again?”

“I think he’s still in real estate brokerage.” You brushed your fingers over Javier’s forehead, playing with his hair. “Basically real estate agents work under him? I never understood it as a kid.” You shrugged, undoing the last button of his shirt. “Change. They should be here soon.”

Javier gave your ass a playful swat as you turned to walk away and you couldn’t help but flip him off.

You pulled up the shade, peering out the bedroom window, “Pops and Stevie sure have hit it off.” You remarked, watching as the older Peña tossed a ball across the yard, only for the dog to retrieve it and bring it back to him.

“He’s probably got himself a joint out there,” Javier quipped as he pulled on the burgundy shirt, doing up the buttons before he turned to show himself off. “Better?”

“Much.” You walked back towards him, curling your arm around his waist as you turned him back towards the mirror, marvelling at your reflections. “We look good together, don’t we?”

Javier kissed your temple, “Don’t stress it, baby. Your brother’s going to be thrilled to see the life you’ve built, baby.”

“We’ve built.” You corrected him, leaning into his side. “I’m going to go make sure Steve got the cookies out.” You glanced at your wrist watch. “Oh God, they’re going to be here in like ten minutes.”

“Baby,” He caught your hand when you started to pull away from him. “You’ve got this. Don’t stress it.”

“Easier said than done,” You made a face, before inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly.

“What’s your nephew’s name?”

“Tate.” You answered breezily. “And he’s like… twenty-five now, I think. Maybe twenty-six.”

“Tate.” Javier repeated, putting it to memory. “What does he do?”

“I honestly have no idea.” You admitted, “Last time I saw him, he was like ten.”

“Damn.” Javier followed you out of the bedroom.

“Did you two have fun in there?” Steve called out.

Javier flipped him off. “She was helping me pick out shirts.”

“God, Peña… you’ve gone soft.”

“Steve.” Connie warned him, stifling a laugh before gesturing between you and Javier. “You’re very complimentary.”

You smoothed your hands over the black and floral dress you had chosen to wear. “I didn’t know what said — merry Christmas, it’s nice to see you after almost two decades!”

“When’s Santa coming?” Josie questioned, popping her head over the back of the sofa. “I don’t know how much longer I can be good.”

“It’s true. She’s a menace.” Monica deadpanned.

“Well,” You started, reaching over the sofa to play with her hair. “Can you stay good while your Uncle is here?”

“Uncle Steve?”

“No, not Uncle Steve.”

“Oh,” She nodded thoughtfully. “Cause daddy told me I don’t have to mind him.”

“Javier!” Steve barked with a laugh. “You making trouble for me with the girls?”

Javier shrugged, “Maybe.”

Stevie started barking in the backyard a mere moment before Chucho slid open the backdoor, “I think we’ve got company.”

“Oh God.” You reached for Javier’s hand, squeezing it tight. “I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“You’ve got this, baby.” Javier assured you, squeezing your hand three times before releasing it.

The doorbell rang.

The last time you had seen your brother, you had been nineteen years old and tired of feeling like a burden — even though you weren’t. Mitch and Darla had wanted you there, but you had misunderstood their generosity for pity.

You understood that now, because you’d seen it in Monica’s eyes, you heard it in her words. That innate fear that kindness was only kindness because someone was sorry for you.

But things would’ve been different if you’d strayed from the path you’d ended up on. Darla was keen to mold you into a mini-her. You’d gone to your fair share of charity dinners and museum fundraisers to know your life would’ve been filled with snobby rich people and blue collar crime.

If you had stayed there, you’d probably married to some man with a country club membership and a taste for couples tennis.

You wouldn’t be standing in Miami, surrounded by the friends that had become a family you chose for yourself.

And in the end, you hoped Mitch didn’t resent you for bouncing without offering a forwarding address.

You inhaled deeply before you opened the door.

“Hey, kid.” Mitch was still Mitch. He was still all warm smiles and kind eyes, though his dark black hair had gone grey at the edges. There were lines around his eyes and lips, because time had passed. Memories stood still, but all around you the world had moved on, just like you had.

“Hi.” You breathed out, before you stepped over the threshold and hugged him.

Behind him stood Darla, older too, but still just as regal as she’d been in her youth. “It’s so good to see you again,” She smiled, taking you into her arms once Mitch released you.

It felt like just last week, she’d sat on your bed and talked about how badly she wanted a daughter. How she couldn’t understand how your mother had thrown away that opportunity to have a mother-daughter relationship.

You never asked why, but you knew Tate was still their only child.

“Look at you!” You remarked, taking in the young man loitering behind them, hands stuffed into his suit jacket. “Last time I saw you, you were this tall.” You gestured to your hip. “Do you still like Hot Wheels?”

Tate laughed, “Is that the requirement to attend Christmas dinner?”

“If you ask my daughter, yes. I made the mistake of telling her about the collection you used to have. She’s got a track in her bedroom.”

Darla nudged her son in the ribs, “He’s still got them all in his old room. I don’t think he’s ready to part with them.”

“Maybe they’d find a loving home with your daughter.” He suggested.

“She’d be honored,” You turned and gestured through the door. “Come in, come in. Everyone’s already here.”

Mitch seemed rather surprised as he stepped inside your home, and took in the very crowded family room.

Stevie barked softly, wrangling herself out of Javier’s hold as she curiously went about sniffing the guests.

“This Stevie—“

“Nicks?” Mitch questioned with a grin.

“The one and only.”

“Can’t think of anyone but you when ‘Go Your Own Way’ comes on the radio.” He admitted, leaning down to pet Stevie on the head.

You felt goosebumps rise on your arms at his words, “I completely forgot about that.”

“Really?”

You nodded, laughing nervously. “I can assure you, I’m not lonely anymore.” You turned then, gesturing to Javier. “Mitch, this is my partner, Javier.”

Mitch held his hand out to shake Javier’s hand, “You’re a lucky man, you know that?”

“I consider myself the luckiest,” Javier assured him with a smile, before he shook Darla and Tate’s hands. “Thanks for bringing your family down for this. I know it means a lot to her.”

“Second she called, I knew I had to drop everything.” Mitch looked at you then, “How long had it been?”

“Too long.” You confessed. “Probably eighteen years.”

Mitch shook his head, “Time’s definitely not moving slowly.”

“These are our daughters Josie, Sofía, and Monica.” You gestured to them. “And this is Monica’s girlfriend Nadia. Nadia’s holding Emily, who is Olivia’s sister.” You then gestured to the Murphys, “They’re our friends, Steve and Connie’s daughters.”

“And that’s my pops, Chucho.” Javier supplied, his hand smoothing over the small of your back.

“Well, kid, you were certainly right. You don’t seem to be lonely anymore.” Mitch remarked with a grin as he squatted down to Josie’s height. “Do you know who I am?”

Josie shook her head, looking up at you then. In her very unsuccessful whisper, she asked, “Is this the not-Uncle Steve?”

You laughed and nodded, “This is your Uncle Mitch and his wife Aunt Darla. And their son Tate.” You played with her soft curls, “Uncle Mitch is my brother.”

“You have a brother mommy?” Josie reached up and grabbed at your hand. “I didn’t know that.”

You grimaced a little, “My past has always been a bit… verboten.” You admitted.

“I get it.” Mitch shrugged, “No hard feelings.”

“None at all,” Darla assured you. “This is a beautiful house you have, sweetheart. I always hoped you had landed on your feet.”

“It was a little shaky at first,” You admitted. “But I think Javier and I have finally got it all figured out.”

“How long have you been together?” She questioned.

Javier scratched at the back of his neck, “We started working together back in ‘87.” He nodded towards Steve. “That’s how we know Murphy.”

Mitch nodded as he listened.

“We, uh… we didn’t end up together until ‘92.” Javier finished.

“You know,” He started, “I read those articles. I just can’t believe that you put up with all of that. I couldn’t work for the government. No, sir.”

“You’re tall.” Josie said as she pointed at Tate.

Tate chuckled, “And you're small.”

She put her hands on her hips, “Well that’s just because I’m five!”

“Five? I’m almost three times as old as you are.” Tate said enthusiastically. “Maybe that’s why I’m tall.” Tate stepped past his parents, “Do you have anything to drink?”

“We have beer,” Monica offered. “And non-alcoholic stuff.”

“There is plenty of beer,” Nadia added. “Especially when we’re wrangling little ones.”

“I’ve gotta ask—“ Darla started, once the three young adults had disappeared into the kitchen. “She’s got to be the same age as Tate, how is she your daughter?”

You looked between Darla and Mitch then, “I know I didn’t always seem grateful when I was with you, but I passed that generosity along.”

Javier took your hand, “Monica was in a bad situation and she needed parents. Ones that actually loved her.”

You blinked rapidly as you felt tears prickle in your eyes as you watched their eyes get misty too. “I promised myself that I wouldn’t cry, but… it’s a lot.”

“Take your time, kid.” Mitch gave your arm a squeeze. “So what are you doing these days? That’s an easy topic, right?”

You laughed, wiping at your eyes. “I’m wrapping up four-year stint with the Miami PD. Javier’s talked me into teaching at the university with him.”

“She didn’t mention that you taught,” Mitch nodded his head approvingly. “Good on both of you. The articles certainly made it seem like you’ve both got plenty to teach.”

“It’ll be a learning curve, but I’m excited to teach. Javi’s students have been great.”

“Dad would be so proud of you, kid.” Mitch shook his head slowly, holding your gaze. “I know, I know. No tears. But look at you! I always had big hopes for you, but this… the house, the kids, the partner.”

“This is a lovely photo of the two of you,” Darla pointed out, gesturing to the picture hung on the wall over the television. The one that had been taken mere minutes after you and Javier had gotten married.

If only they knew.

“And those girls of yours!”

You laughed, “They are a handful. We’re so lucky to have friends who help.”

Darla smiled at you, “I’m so happy for you.”

“Thank you,” You let go of Javier’s hand, hugging Darla again. “Thank you for everything you did for me when I was a kid.”

“Of course sweetheart.” She squeezed you tight.

Sofía squirmed out of Connie’s hold, toddling over to the two of you.

“You wanna meet your aunt, Sofía?” You questioned as you swept her up into your arms. “This is Miss Darla.”

Sofía seemed skeptics at first, hiding her face against your shoulder.

“Hey, wanna see the grill I just got?” Javier questioned, “Steve just helped me set it all up.”

“Early Christmas present in hopes he learns to grill,” You called out as the four men headed for the backdoor, “Men in their toys.” You remarked to Darla, as laughter from the kitchen filtered through.

“I worried about you. A lot.” Darla told you, “But you did good all on your own.”

“I never thought I could be this happy.” You admitted.

“You just had to ‘go your own way’, as a wise band once sang.”

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kawaragi · 3 years ago

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hiiiiiii! can i ask what kind of pellets you feed your rabbits? and do you use timothy hay for them? and can i ask for some tips on how to take care of them? i have a rabbit too but it's my first time taking care of one, so i still kinda don't know what to do yet heheheh. it's fine if you don't want to answer though heheheheheh

hi! i’ll answer this ofc hehe im not an expert by any means but these r just precautions me and my sister take from videos about rabbits and even asking my friends for advice ^^ so sorry for the small text!

1) rn we use smallworld’s brand for pellets - it works perfectly fine and my rabbits really like them so it works the best for us !! oxbow is a good brand too and probably recommended by a lot of rabbit owners

2) we use timothy hay yes ! if ur rabbit is really young and small, use alfalfa. and please remember to always always ALWAYS keep your hay stocked and accessible to ur rabbit. this is an important part of their diet and if they dont get to eat hay for a long while, they’ll go into this stage called GI Stasis. its very very deadly for rabbits bc it affects their intestines and since rabbits dont have the ability to throw up or fart it out, their intestines is a good place to check if your bunny is okay.

3) consider getting them spayed / neutered ! i know that pet owners are 50/50 on the spaying / neutering topic, but i’d say it’s quite beneficial. rabbits are territorial and have a dominant-submissive relationship with other rabbits. when unspayed/unneutered rabbits become mature, they will mark the place that is unrecognizable to them as their territory. whether it’s chinning, pooping, even spraying pee everywhere to put their scent on said places. it’s super troublesome and they’ll also try and reproduce if they’re unspayed/neutered because their hormones are going absolutely crazy. if your rabbit is a female rabbit, PLEASE go get her spayed. female rabbits who are not spayed are prone to uterine tumours.

i think thats everything regarding health so let’s talk about bunnyproofing your home!

4) my rabbits are free roamed during the day and we put them back in their cages when we go to sleep and we let them back out the next day. my rabbits are neutered so we don’t really have to worry about their past behaviors of spraying pee everywhere. we blocked out every little space that my rabbits could get into bc theyre very curious little things and could possibly get themselves in danger.

5) keep your cords and cables OUT OF SIGHT!!!! rabbits are so so SOOOO notorious for destroying anything and everything that gets in their way and unfortunately almost every household has a fuckton of cords and cables and theyre all bound to be cut by rabbits. getting cable covers is a good idea but we never got one, my dad just replaces them BDSNBS

6) cardboard r good toys for rabbits and they can chew on them! just watch them and make sure they dont chew too much otherwise it’s possible for them to get intestinal blockages (which i thought song had but… he was jusg constipated and gassy…) sticks are also good!! my mom takes apple sticks from my grandma’s garden and dries them up before giving them to my rabbits :)

7) i live in a carpeted apartment and having rabbits is like … homicide for the carpet :/ if u live in the same type of apartment as me pls make sure ur rabbit doesnt rip up the carpet as often 😭

8) RABBITS CAN BE TRAINED TO USE LITTERBOXES!!!!!! we didnt really have to train my rabbits, they just started using the litterboxes on their own and u can do this by putting their poops in the box with some hay and bc of the scent, it’ll make them think that that is their territory :3 it’ll save u so much trouble and less poop to clean up. other places will advice u to get like chips for the pee to soak in but we just use a regular like pee pad for dogs bc its easy to change out

9) block out any small spaces that they could potentially get into. that includes spaces under the bed, under the couch, behind the tv where there are cords and cables, dressers - i don’t have this problem with song bc hes bigger in size and he knows he cant fit, but i have this problem with sang! hes much much smaller and he fits in small spaces and crawls in them easier and its just a pain to get him out so keep this in mind if ur rabbit is a menace and smaller in size ^

i think thats everything for bunnyproofing? so here r some other like things fhat we do for my rabbits

10) rabbits are just like cats and dogs, they settle for anything in terms of toys - i gave sang a small box and he plays with it and chews on it. its important to give them something to chew on if theyre not chewing hay bc rabbits’ teeth grow out suuuuper fast and u have to keep them chewing on something bc if u dont, and their teeth grow out, it could cause some growth problems!

11) u dont have to worry about bathing them. like at all. rabbits clean themselves way often than normal, they dont smell either! the only times that should be okay to bathe them is if they r really fucking dirty for example soaked in their own pee. do not AND I MEAN DO NOT regularly bathe them bc it sends them into a shock and could even cause death. we’ve had to do this to song and sang before they were neutered bc theyd be really dirty and soaked in pee and it’s just… gross to see them like that. (if u really really have to bathe them, use baby shampoo! its easier for their skin and their fur)

12) fun fact: rabbits LOVE bananas. they absolutely go fucking crazy over it - just dont give them too much fruits like strawberries and apples in one day bc they could get diabetes 😭 we let our rabbits eat as much as they want bc they stop when they dont want to eat anymore of the banana anyway. unless its song. song doesnt stop eating.

13) rabbits are actually very smart! u can put them in a routine with their meals like if u get them used to eatinf at around 11 am or earlier, they know the time of when they’ll be eating. for me tho song runs over to his bowl when he hears the rattling of the pellets in the scooper we have.

14) rabbits shed yes!! u can use a comb to get the shedding off but do not use a wired one. they have sensitive skin like fr fr sensitive skin and wired combs could cause abrasions on their skin which is never a good thing!!!

15) rabbits are, by nature, prey animals. they are naturally good at hiding their pain and sickness so its very very easy to miss them. u can easily tell if a rabbit isnt feeling well is if they are keeping to themselves, their ears are cold, they lose appetite, they dont move as much - something that’s not common to their usual behavior. so always keep an eye out for them!

i think thats everything i could think of ???? theyre high maintenance yeah just like any other animal but they are quite easy to take care of ! theyre also really really funny animals its adorable and i could fr watch them do their own thing every day.

they can be a lil bitch but tbh its so worth it, they are such cute critters. I JUST AGH I HOPE THIS HELPED U CAN ALWAYS SEND ME AN ASK ABT SOMETHINF AND I’LL GLADLY ANSWER IT FOR U!!!

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kyber-kisses · 5 years ago

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I Know

Dean Winchester x Reader

Warnings: character death, angst, cursing, mild descriptions of wounds and torture.

Summary: almost a year after the readers death, Dean finds himself at the mercy of a witch who knows one of his only weaknesses. You.

A/n: because I’m slowly dying of boredom I decided to do Bad Things Happen bingo. Please send in your preference for the next square!

Fucking Witches. Dean Winchester was officially done with their shenanigans and messed up thought processes. It was like they had a flare for the dramatic. If they were so into killing folks. Why couldn’t they just do it quickly?

Finding himself bound tightly to the old chair in the rundown house the witch had been residing in, Dean for once wished he had dragged Sam along with him on this case. If Sam was here there was no way the witch would still be alive.

Instead here he was. Tied in place and basically steeping in thick silence. How this bitch has got the drop on him was still beyond him. The last thing he remembered before waking up here was driving to one of the witnesses house. He didn’t remember getting out of the car or being tied up. It was almost as if it had all happened in the blink of an eye.

He had already tried struggling and pulling at his restraints but to no avail. The ropes were probably laced with spell work along with the chair, seeing as he couldn’t even shift the price of furniture across the floor. Either that or it was bolted to the floor.

“Son of a bitch-“ he hissed, slightly out of breath from pulling on the ropes. His head whipping around in hopes of finding something to help him get out, but the room was empty of everything except himself.

“Well look who decided to wake up.” It was like she was waiting for the perfect moment, because not a second later the young witch stepped out from beyond the shadows, her black hair hanging in ringlets as her lips twisted into a bright red smile.

Going through his choices quickly, Dean chose to go with the playing dumb act, pretending he had no idea what was going on. Maybe, just maybe he could somehow gain the upper hand.

“I feel like there’s been a misunderstanding. I don’t have a clue as to what is going on.”

“Oh but I think you do. You're a hunter.”

“A what? I don’t know what that is. I was just in town to meet up with some old friends.”

The witch smiled again, stalking closer to the bound Winchester, a small hexbag gripped in her freshly polished nails, the polish reflecting the orange candle light slightly. “Oh don’t play dumb with me. You're not just a hunter. You're Dean Winchester.”

Oh for fucks sake. Of course this witch knew who he was. Could he ever catch a break?

“Oh well, ya caught me.” He gave in, flashing her a grin. “Now you want an autograph or something?” Time to think of another plan. If he had enough time to that is.

“Oh no, I thought we’d have some fun first.” Her white smile becoming more menacing as she stopped in front of him, tilting his chin upward and fully catching his gaze.

“No offense Sweetheart, but I ain’t interested.”

“Oh I know. You only ever had eyes for miss Y/N Y/L/N, isn’t that right?” She cooed, her smile widening when his face hardened, his mouth snapping shut, eyes blazing. “Oh struck a nerve did I?”

“How do you-“

“How do I know about her? Oh well that’s easy. I’ve been watching you Winchesters for quite sometime.” She explained, moving to tuck the hexbag into one of the inner pockets of his canvas jacket. “Dean and Y/N. Friends to. . .- well not quite lovers. You were too late for that, weren’t you?”

Everything in him wanted to lash out at her, make her regret ever saying your name, but once more the ropes restricted him from doing so. His struggle barely doing anything to loosen the binds. “So help me if you don’t shut up I’m gonna rip your tongue out.” He growled, feeling the pure white hot rage crawl up his spine.

“Must have been painful losing her, especially when you loved her so much. Only- you never did tell her that did you?”

“I said shut the hell up!”

She was toying with him. Pulling at all the loose strands of his soul. If people really knew Dean Winchester they would know that the key to fully unraveling him was to bring you up. You death had crushed him in more ways than one and now this bitch was using it against him.

“Like I said before, Dean. Let’s have some fun.” She smiled, tapping him on the nose before muttering an incantation under her breath, backing away slowly.

“What the hell did you do to me?”

The hunter was met with silence as she gave him a wink, disappearing around the corner. “Just having some fun and games. Good luck, pretty boy!”

And just like before he went back to struggling against the bindings, the thick rope burning his wrists as he twisted and pulled. He had to get the hex bag off him before it- before it-

It was like a switch had been pulled because not a second later he felt his eyes get heavy and his shoulders slumped, pulling him head first into unconsciousness. When he opened them again he found himself no longer in the rundown house but on a darkened hillside,the moon being the only source of light across the black landscape.

It took him a minute before he finally realized where he was. His eyes falling shut in hopes of finding himself anywhere but there. This was where he had found you, your blood caked body sitting limp and cold against the lone tree not too far off.

This was the night he lost you.

It was like a bucket of ice had been dumped down the back of his shirt as memories came knocking into him like bricks. It was just some fight. You had yelled yourself hoarse after Dean and Sam had returned from a hunt they decided not to tell you about. You had been furious and scared when you didn’t know where they were. And Dean ended up yelling right back, saying things that to this day haunt him. He was trying to keep you safe- and yet everything back fired right in his face. You had stormed off in a rage only for some vamps to find you and—

He clenched his jaw, battling down the memory. He had to figure out how to get out of this magically induced nightmare. He couldn’t live through this again. The first time nearly killed him.

“Dean.”

At the sudden voice he felt his body seize up. No. No this wasn’t real. It wasn’t you.

“Dean.” This time there was more force in your tone, and Dean let himself turn, his breath leaving his lungs as the sight of you.

When he woke up he was gonna gut that witch six ways from Sunday. That bitch was taking evil to a whole new level.

Sure enough, there you stood. Your hair framing your hollowed face as you bore into him, your throat covered in gashes and cuts littered your arms and legs. You looked exactly the same as when he had found you.

“Y/N-“ struggling to speak, he inhaled.

“Words, Dean. Use them.”

“How is this-“

“Witches Dean. C’mon use your damn brain for once. “ your tone becoming menacing as you stepped closer, your bare feet moving heel to toe as you moved through the grass. “But it’s me.”

“You’re disappointed in me, aren’t you?” He sighed, jade eyes glazing over with unshed tears as he watched you. He had so many things he needed to say and yet? They were caught in his throat, a part of him still telling him you were just a hallucination conjured up by the witch.

“Slightly, yes.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I never should have yell—“

“Don’t.” You raises a hand, silencing the hunter in front of you. “You don’t get to be sorry. I’m dead, Dean.”

“I know. And I never should have let you walk out of the bunker after that fight.”

“That was the whole reason for the fight in the first place!” You yelled, eyes widening. “Because you wouldn’t let me go on the damn hunt! You put me on lock down without telling me! Do you have any idea what it’s like to wake up and find the people you love the most gone without a word? And then you said you were keeping me safe!” You paused, sucking in a breath. “ Im a hunter, Dean! Or was. Either way you stopped me from helping and doing my job!”

“I know that now, and I am sorry.” His voice breaking as he looked at you. You didn’t deserve this. You deserved so much better. “I loved you too much to risk putting you in danger.”

Your jaw clenched, eyes on the verge of creating tears. “Then why didn’t you tell me that when I was alive?”

“Because I didn’t know how. And you can hate me all you want but I need you to know that I am sorry.”

He could practically see the anger draining from your face- only for it to be replaced with heartbreak and tear stained cheeks. “I bet you are. And do you want to know what the worst part of it all was? I died alone and I died scared.” You own voice wavering as you looked at the older Winchester, successfully shattering his heart all over again. “I died thinking you hated me.”

That. That was what he had always feared. Ever since he found you he had wondered what you had been thinking. With those six little words you broke the remaining pieces that had somehow managed to stay together inside him. He could never make this right. It was too late.

“I think we’re done here. You better wake up.” You have him one last glare before turning on your bare heel, walking off into the dark, the moon casting stark shadows across your frame.

“Y/N, wait!”

With one more blink he found himself back in the falling apart house. He expected to be looking up into the eyes of the witch but instead he was met with the worried cobalt blue eyes of a certain trench coated angel.

“Cas?” The words coming out confused as he felt the hallucination induced tears slide off his face. “What the hell happened?”

The angel tilted his head as he began working on bindings around the hunters wrists. “You prayed earlier. I came.”

“What about the witch?”

“Dead. When I killed her it broke you out of your trance.”

Slowly rising from the chair, Dean rubbed at his tender wrists. “Shame.”

“That I saved you?”

“No, thank you for that by the way. Shame that she’s dead. Would’ve liked to end her myself after what she did to me.”

Heading towards the door, Cas was hot on his heels, curiosity easily getting the best of the celestial. “What did she do?”

“Doesn’t matter anymore. It’s done with.” Digging through his coat pockets, Dean produced the keys to the impala, his new mission already set in stone inside his head.

“Where are you going?”

“Somewhere I have yet to visit in a while.”

“Would you like me to come with?” Cas spoke, knowing exactly where Dean was headed without him having to say so. Whatever the witch had made him see it was the final push Dean needed.

“Nah. It’s alright.I need to do this alone.” Throwing open the driver side door, Dean paused to flip the keys in his hand. “But thanks man. You know for coming and pulling my ass out of the fire. I appreciate it.”

“Of course. Anytime.”

*. *. *. *. * .

Even if the numbers on the dashboard read 1:30AM, Dean still found himself putting the impala in park at the edge of the cemetery on the outskirts of Lebanon. Moonlight curved around headstones and the grass was still damp from the earlier rain. Lampposts still lit up the space partially with orange light as the hunter weaves through the headstone, stopping in his tracks once he found yours.

He and Sam had given you a hunters funeral but he still insisted on getting you a headstone. It gave him a place to visit- even if he had yet to until this moment.

“I know it wasn’t really you in the hallucination.” He breathed, hands stuck deep into his pockets as he stared down your name carved into the piece of granite. “But it didn’t hurt any less. That- that illusion of you said some things that in truth made some sense to me. Things I have been telling myself ever since I lost you.”

A soft warm breeze ran through the cemetery, ever so slightly tickling his skin. It was easier to find words here. It was quiet. It allowed him no worries over who else might be listening. You used to say that the dead speak to those who listen. He was listening as best he could.

“If you really died hating me I am so sorry. I should never have held you back. If I hadn’t we never would have gotten into that fight and you never would have stormed out. In the end it was still my fault.” He paused.”I could never hate you.” He could feel the hot tears gathering in his eyes again as he inhaled, bringing his gaze skyward in hopes of keeping the tears in. “I think I was just scared. When I realized I loved you - that I was in love with you. I just wanted to tuck you away and keep you safe from the world. But that’s not how those things work. It took me too long to realize that and I’m so sorry.”

His eyes went back to the granite headstone, the moonlight catching the polished rock just right so that your name shone.

Please be listening.

“I should have told you. I should have told you and not tried to bury it.” His voice cracked. “I love you Y/N. Always have and always will.”

And with that he kissed his index and middle finger, pressing it lightly against the cool granite that was the last piece of you on this earthly plane. It would be the closest he ever came to kissing you.

As he turned to walk back through the cemetery another warm gust of wind went past him, ruffling his hair and he swore- even if it sounded insane out loud that he heard your voice interwoven through the breeze.

“I know.”

End.

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violetnotez · 5 years ago

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My Hero

Pro Hero! Red Riot x Reader

I havent seen much for Pro Hero Red Riot so I thought Id mine as well give it a shot! This is a rewrite of one of my older fics so I hope its a little better than the last :)

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Genre: Angst (ish) to Fluff

Word Count: 2500+

Warnings: Catcalling, cussing

Summary: When you decide to leave your neglectful date and walk home, your met with a drunken idiot who cant seem to understand the meaning of “No”-until the hero Red Riot comes to save the day.

One Shot

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Why did I ever think this was going to be fun,” you thought miserably, the chilly night air biting your exposed skin.

Parties were never your “thing”, since nobody really invited you. It wasn’t because you were hated at your school or were an outcast; it was just you didn’t care to belong to a ‘clique’. You were a roamer, being a friend to anyone who was nice and social enough to talk to you, but you never became to the level of close friends with any of them. So, when you had been invited to go to a house party by one of your guy friends who was a little bit popular, you were more than just a “little” shocked. You were completely confused on why, but you shrugged it off and just decided to go. How bad could it be?

Very bad, more than you had expected, and now you were cursing at yourself for even agreeing to be his date. He decided to take you with a group of his old high school friends, who were the definition of a typical “Popular” group of high school: a bunch of lip glossed cheerleaders and crazy sports fanatics. It would’ve been tolerable to be around such a group if your “date” was polite enough to pay attention to you, but he had ran off to be idiots with all his football buddies, leaving you defenseless with the slightly air headed cheerleaders.

You were seriously itching to rip out your hair from frustration all night.

When two hours of having to deal with high pitch squeals from girls who would laugh at anything the guys would say finally hit, you were thoroughly annoyed and grossed out and wanted to go home. You tracked down your date, told him you were leaving, and walked yourself home, politely declining his offer of driving you home.

You had just passed what looked like another house party, the music pumping through the windows as people came in and out of the house, stumbling and dancing around with no care in the world.

To say you were mad was an understatement. You were exhausted from having to act like you were enjoying yourself so you didnt look like a whiny prick, mad that you had actually used up your money (and was now broke) on a dress and a pair of shoes you’d never wear again, and a little hurt your “date” just left you to fend for yourself with his buddies’ dates all night.

You were so frustrated at yourself and the whole situation, you almost didn’t hear the person behind you.

“Hey hottie, where ya going lookin like that?”

You whipped around, the slurred voice making your blood run cold.

The guy in front of you was definitely intoxicated, his overly gelled hair slicked back, his polo untucked and a red cup in his hand. His face was plastered with such a smug smile, it made you want to cringe from disgust. This guy was a total creep.

“Buzz off,” you gave him a dirty look, mustering your face to look menacing when on the inside you were terrified.

“Playing hard to get, huh, babe? I like that,” the drunken idiot walked closer, his drink sloshing out of the cup and the stink of alcohol and sweat hitting you, making you feel dizzy.

“No,” you walked backwards quickly in fear, “Im trying to get away from you! Now go to back to your party and leave me alone.” You pleaded the last part, wishing you could break out in a run but knew you’d hurt yourself on your shoes.

He was getting too close for comfort. You could now see clearly the stitching of the emblem on his polo, a bright cherry red. HIs breath was suffocating you, making it harder to breath. You looked around desperately for any way out.

“Why dont you come inside, baby- you’ll definitely want to stay here once your alone with me,” the drunken idiot licked his lips, making you shiver in disgust.

“What the hell!” you gasped in shock, pushing him away from you. “Get the hell away from me you creep!” you yelled, hoping somebody would hear you as you frantically walked backwards, trying a last ditch attempt to shake this creepo off as he drunkenly groped for your arm.

“Whats your deal?!” the man yelled accusingly, as if you were in the wrong and stumbling closer to you. “Why are you being such a bitc-”

“I wouldnt finish that sentence if I were you.”

You looked up quickly, your eyes still wide with terror as you searched for the source of the voice. Your gaze fell upon a boy wearing a plain gray hoodie, with spiky hair as red as a cherry. His eyes were dark, slanted in a mad glare. He looked as if he was going on a night run, and you felt relief flood your body- somebody heard you and was willing to help.

“What the hell dude, mind your own damn business-!” the drunk yelled out in anger, but then he paused, and something strange happened- the man actually looked scared. ‘Wait...I know that hair...your the hero Red Riot, right?” he said with a mix of awe and terror, turning sober for the span of .2 seconds.

“Huh, so you do have a brain? Wouldn’t have guessed that!” he laughed, a feeling of safety warming your body- a Hero was saving you-and a great one at that! You remembered that name instantly- you had seen Red Riot all the time on TV, sporting that signature red, spiky hair everywhere he went. He was always fighting some villain with that amazing Hardening quirk of his, and you had always taken time to admire his costume (and his amazing body). He was pretty young for a hero, around his early 20′s, but was already being described as one of the “Best Debuting Heroes” of that year.

The drunk man stood there, his groggy mind trying to understand the insult. You took that time to make a run for it- you shoved him again, his drink spilling all over his shirt as you ran towards your savior.

“Dude, what the hell!” he sputtered as he looked down at his now beer soaked shirt.

Red Riot instantly protected you once you got close enough to him, shielding you with his body from the idiot in front of you two. “You gotta admit,” Red Riot said, a laugh spilling out of his lips, “you kinda deserved that. Its not cool to keep pushing on a girl if she says “no”, man.”

The drunken man’s face turned red from anger and embarrassment.

“Ya know what, he yelled, “I dont give a damn if your a hero, I’m gonna beat your ass into the ground!”

The drunken idiot threw his cup on the floor, sprinting up to the hero and throwing him a punch aimed for his head.

You gasped, not expecting something so reckless and violent to happen so quickly. Red Riot instantly blocked, though, as if it was a reflex, his hardening quirk making his arm jagged like a mountain cliff.

“Hitting a hero! That wasnt very smart,” Red Riot replied calmly, as if amused. You watched the drunk’s face contort in shock, and then into panic as Red Riot swung a matching punch to his face, knocking him out cold.

Kirishima looked down at the man in distaste- he hated scumbags like this, who treat others like property and expect rewards for being aggressive. To be honest, he’d loved to do more than just one lousy punch on this idiot but- he was a hero, and heroes didn’t abuse their powers. If he did, he’d be just as bad as this creep.

He sighed, giving one last look to make sure the drunk was breathing and okay-which he was- and turned to the startled girl behind him.

“You alright miss?” Red Riot asked softly, concern in his voice.

You turned sharply, your hair flipping away from your face as you looked up at the hero, your chest hurting from the fear you were feeling moments before.

You looked at him in shock and awe- “You just saved my life,” you stated, the sound of your steady voice surprising you.

He scratched his head, almost looking embarrassed. “Its nothing, really,’ he said quickly, his concern pushing you for an answer. “DId he do anything to you? Are you hurt?”

“A little shaken up,” you said with a weak smile, “but nothing I cant handle.”

“Im sorry you had to deal with that,” he stated, the slight anger in his voice surprising you. “But- is it okay if I can walk you home? I really don’t feel comfortable letting you walk by yourself. The streets are super dangerous at night.”

You laughed sarcastically, trying to ease your nerves and keep the growing pit of emotions at bay. “Yeah, kinda figured that out the hard way.” You paused, thinking the new situation over- you didnt want to walk home by yourself, that was not happening. You felt unsafe, and violated, and the anger and slight embarrassment bubbled in your stomach, threatening to come out in streams across your face. You wanted to forget this, and you felt embarrassed that someone witnessed what just happened, even if it was a person who helped you and you surprisingly felt comfortable around. He seemed like a genuinely good person- someone who would listen to and truly care about someone.“I shouldn’t be embarrassed,” you thought violently to yourself, “it isn’t your fault.” But the feeling of being rejected and then sought after in a disgusting way made you feel crushed, and you couldn’t keep everything in any more. The tears came quietly, then slowly came on harder, the sound of sobbing escaping your mouth.

You willed your tears to go back, to evaporate and leave you, but that, inevitablely, didn’t work. But, surprisingly, the hero didn’t question this. He gently wrapped his arms around you, the soft thin fabric shielding your exposed skin from the cold.

It did feel awkward to hug a stranger at first, but it quickly soothed you.. He didn’t feel so much as a stranger, but an anonymous confidant, a past friend, someone who was easy to be with and be your real self, and not have to pretend that life was great all the time. Sometimes life throws you some curveballs-You just needed someone who a least cared a little bit about how you felt when you got two curveballs in one night.

“You’re safe, I got you. Its not your fault- Youll be okay.”

Your shoulders shook slightly as the tears left your face, the feeling of relievement making you feel much better. As your breathing began to go back to normal pace, you pushed away gently, your now shiny face smiling in embarrassment with a sniffle.

“Are you sure he didnt hurt you? Or do anything to you?” he asked again, his voice filled with care and urgency as he looked into your eyes, searching for an answer. His hands on your shoulders shielded you from the cold, the fabric tickling your skin.

“Yeah, Im okay, what you saw is all he did,” you said, your voice thick from crying. “Im sorry I broke down a little, just-, you sighed, feeling there was no point in keeping your walls up- “ it hasnt been the best night.”

He hugged you again, this time being quicker and harder.

“Dont be sorry for crying, you deserve to. Im just sorry I wasnt here sooner.”

Your heart melted a little for this boy and his big heart. You pushed a piece of hair away from your face, your cheeks a little warmer than the rest of your body.

“No your fine, you didnt know that was happening, Im just so grateful for you helping when you did. I really do mean it when I said you saved my life.”

The hero shuffled, embarrassment yet again evident in his mannerism.

“Just doing my job I guess!” his eyes filled with happiness, the evident blush looking almost comical.

“So- is it alright if I can walk you home?”

You giggled, your stress now alleviated and the look on his face looking so silly it made you feel almost peaceful.

“Of course,” you replied, and you began to walk alongside him.

You two walked quietly, the soft breeze nipping your skin, but filling your lungs with brisk air, clearing your head. The silence between you two was comfortable as both of you thought deeply. You were going over the events of the night- the feel of betrayal and annoyance, then extreme fear, and relief, and sadness, guilt, happiness- it was so much to process you couldn’t wrap your head around it. But one thing you could think clearly on was the person next to you. You gave him a side eyed glance, staring at his sweatshirt, the toned muscles contouring the sweatshirt. You wish you could know who he was- he seemed sweet and genuine, and not to mention even more handsome in person. But being around him felt peaceful, even for just talking to him for a few moments-the feeling was a little intoxicating.

As Red Riot caught your side eyed glance, the feeling of butterflies filled his stomach. He had just met this girl, but he already knew he liked her. She had a fighter’s spirit, she wasnt hung over the fact that he was a hero and gawking at him like some object- she treated him like a person, not just some hero. She was sweet to him, even though she looked like she just had the crappiest night of her life. And the fact he found her unbelievably pretty made the butterflies fill his stomach with a ticklish feeling.

You two began to start talking a little, slowly becoming more comfortable. You talked about everything, from school to friends to hero work to anything you could think of. By the end, both of you were hurting from laughing and the smiles that were plastered on your faces.

You both reached the front steps of your apartment building, the look of happiness on your face making Kirishima feel great inside. He knew a comfortable walk would make you feel better- it always did for him. But he knew he just met you and he shouldn’t go out of his way so much to help a stranger, but you looked like you needed it. And he had this itching feeling like you deserved something good to happen to you. Everyone does, right?

You looked at him, feeling a rush of butterflies fill your stomach. You had never wanted to get to know someone more so hard in your life. To just know who he was and thank him properly would alleviate the sudden need to know him, not just “Red Riot”. You grabbed your hands tightly, wishing the walk wouldnt ever end.

“Thanks again for everything,” you smiled warmly, making Red Riot’s stomach bubble with butterflies.

“Yeah, no problem!” he replied, sadness ebbing into him at the thought of leaving you. His eyes suddenly light up, an idea striking him.

“Do you by any chance have your phone on you?” he asked sweetly. You gave him a slightly confused look, but nodded, handing him your phone.

He quietly punched in a few characters in the key pad, and then handed back your phone. You looked down and there was his phone number in your contacts, and his name- “Kirishima.”

“That’s my last name-and- uh- my number,” he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck, “If you never need anything, or want to talk and maybe...go on a date, just-”

“How about tomorrow at 2?” you asked quickly, wanting so badly to meet him again.

Kirishima was caught completely off guard- in a good way. Electricity flooded his body, as if all his nerves were on everload..

“2 so great! I'll be off tomorrow, so wherever you want to meet, I'll be there!” His smile was so happy and large, you couldn't help but smile back.

“Thanks again,” you said softly, feeling as if you were in a dream.

Then you did something you wouldn't even expect from yourself- you kissed him on the cheek, before looking one last time at your hero before you closed your front door softly.

“Wait!” Kirishima yelled as he realized something.

“Hm?” you opened the door a crack, your freezing legs hidden behind the warm inside of the door.

“I never got your name!”

You laughed as you realized you never actually did introduce yourself. “Its y/n!”

Kirishima thought your name was beautiful- a pretty name to match a pretty girl. “Well- good night y/n!” You waved goodbye, a smile playing on your lips as you closed your door.

Kirishima looked at your front porch, the spot you kissed still tingling and his heart pounding. He looked at your door in a blissful daze- he couldn’t believe that just happened. A grin spread on his face as he finally turned away from your house, and walked off with a warmth creeping in his chest. A pretty girl he saved kissed him. Well- on his cheek- but still. It was a win for the books.

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alkali-is-sleeping · 3 years ago

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The Dog Star 2

[cw: some shouting, anger, could be triggering for some]

If my little brother — a Death Eater who made Walburga, our mother very proud — had not gotten himself killed at the hands of the Dark Lord, I most likely would not have inherited my family’s home. Twelve Grimmauld Place loomed below us. The House of Black had never been welcoming, but I needed to make this Hari's home; its needed to welcome him.

I revved again as we made our descent, careful to make sure that Hari was still safe as we landed.

But there was a shadowy figure at the door. I wrapped Hari with my jacket, separating his sleepy head from what may lay ahead, panicking at the thought that he may be taken from me, or worse...

I neared cautiously, I daren’t say fearfully, my life had overflown with it for too long and I needed my courage more than ever now. The closer I got, the more I became certain that this was someone I knew, but the pressing fog in my head made it impossible for me to say who until —

Fearful amber eyes turned to me, lowered on the slowish breathing lump in my jacket and glistened under the light of the street lamps and the stars — I was named after the brightest one — and the no longer full moon.

Remus teared up more and more the closer I drew. He reached his hand out, once I was near enough, as if to touch Hari, but retracted it just as quickly, thinking better if it.

I did not want to let go of the baby. He was a lifeline then, keeping my head over water, stopping me from drowning in the grief and the mess and the truth and —

Remus had always been the best at gauging my emotion, my confusion radiating to him perhaps, permeating his ever calm demeanor, telling him that my hands and this baby were, at least for now, surgically attached. He tapped his wand to the door causing it to clunk painfully through the soundless night, and pushed it for us all to get in.

He lit the fire in the drawing room, all the candles and lamps and eventually took to standing in a far corner of the room staring at sleeping Hari, occasionally wiping his eyes with his tatty jumper sleeve.

“W-why didn’t you tell me you weren’t the Secret Keeper?” I started at the sound; it was the first voice I’d heard all night aside from Hari’s cooing and babbling.

I lifted my eyes to Remus’s; red and bloodshot, just like mine probably.

“Forgive me... we didn’t think we could trust you... Voldemort had so much he could have offered you in exchange for...” I gulped. The mistake I had made, it cost my best friend and his wife their lives and I could hardly bring my self to telling Remus.

“I went to Peter’s hiding place,” I continued, “I was supposed to check if he was still ok, but he was gone. No struggle, nothing to suggest he left against his will even... it was my idea to make him Secret Keeper...” I whispered the last bit, tears rolling down my own cheeks, landing on Hari’s little blanket.

Remus hurried next to me, wrapping his arms around me and the baby, his tears mingling with mine.

“No one blames you,Sirius. Peter, well he...”

“Talentless rat,” my voice filled with anger suddenly, burning and smoking just like the Potters’ cottage... “Must have been his proudest moment, selling out his friends and their baby son...” I sobbed drily. “Lily was pregnant again... she and James told me last week, while you were recovering from the moon. They were going to tell you, once you were better and... and...” I trailed off. I didn’t want to stop talking, not when there we’re still so many truths wanting to get out, squirming and rioting in my stomach. I wanted to let them all out, to talk and talk until this was all a distant memory. But Remus’s eyes. His eyes were wide and they had stopped leaking. They were staring at me and for a second — perhaps it was my own paranoid mind, perhaps I imagined the contempt — he did blame me.

I think he was going to say something else before the fire had glowered iridescent green. We both took out our wands and and stood abruptly, Remus in front of me, me covering Hari. Ready for the worst.

A purple wizard’s hat, followed by a great mass of flowing silver-white hair which hid a benevolent old face and then the rest of the purple clad body. Dumbledore.

"I thought I might find you all here." His voice, a seemingly perpetual tone of casual amusement, irked me. My best friends were dead and he had the nerve to stand in my house and tell me, matter-of-factly, he knew he'd find me here? "I'd asked Hagrid earlier tonight to bring young Hari to me," he said, sitting, uninvited, on the nearest armchair. I was shooting daggers at him, but he seemed not to care, looking only between Remus and the baby I held. "But by the time he got there, the baby was gone, taken, the locals told him, by a man in a leather jacket and a flying motorbike... I knew, instantly of course, that his godfather must have taken him to safety."

I shifted my feet uncomfortably and redistributed Hari's weight in my arms. Why was Dumbledore here? What did he want?

I looked at Remus, who was in turn looking at Dumbledore, who was finally looking at me.

"I'm not sorry," i said, chin lifted in the airin defiance, daring him to make me apologise for having gone against his will.

"No one is asking you to be bu--"

"And I am not giving him to you."

My interuption was punished by silence, broken only by a dry cough from Remus. Dumbledore's eyes, bright moonstone, penetrating to the depths of my soul...

"Sirius, from what I gather, as Hari's guardian, you wannt what is best for him. However, you do not seem to have the full measure of things," Dumbledor was now making a dome with his hands, leaning forward on his seat. "I have good reason to believe thathis mother's sacrifice, Lily'sbloodshed for her son, has formed an unpenetrable protection on Hari. This is little understood magic, magic which is the sole reason Hari got away from Voldemort's attack with only a scar."

It was his turn to shoot me daggers; he most likely didnt mean it, but his gaze made me want to run and run. I didn't want to hear about what really happened, I'd seen enough, endured enought, I did not want anymore.

But he did not care, he kept talking, telling me everything, feeding me more and more dark, worm like truths.

"This is why i believe Hari needs to live with his aunt and uncle, blood relations of Lily's." I stared.

"WHAT?!" I bellowed, unable to control the sudden influx of anger bubbling over the surface. Hari woke at the sound, fussing and sqirming. remus made to take him from my grip, but I pushed him away, making him nearly-stumble back,eyes wide.

I rocked the baby slowly, allowing him to ease back to sleep.

Instead, I took to a menacing whisper; "You mean to send him to live with Muggles? People who dont even know him? Did you know Lily never wanted him to meet Petunia and..." I struggled for a name, "Whats-his-face? You want to send him to a place where, perhaps for most of his life, he won't know who he is or where he came from? A-and can't ypu imagine what that'd do to him? That no one will have bothered to tell him about his parents?" I panted as if I had shouted; I said all of that in one angry breath.

"I suppose I'm an easier book to read than I imagined." He was wiping his glasses with the hem of his amethyst robes and, my, did I want to throw stones at him just then, to watch him and his stupid, calm face, shatter into a million pieces, leaving only his delicate, half-moon glasses.

"I'm his godfather. I was the one James and Lily appointed as his guardian if they..." I couldn't say it. Maybe tomorrow could wake up, take some Fire Whiskey down to drink with James as we laugh loudly, like we did in schoool, before the war, laugh about the pathetic dream I'm having...

"Isn't... isn't there some magic in that?" I pleaded, finally defeated perhaps. Dumbledore paced the room twice round, Remus' eyes on him the whole time while i closed mine and imagined James grin, full of laughter and love and... life.

"Perhaps... But more than anything, I think I am to trust the Potters' judgement and their own trust in you, for now. I will decide if this is really a good choice after I have gathered enough information. Until then, you are not to leave this house under any circumstances. Not until I have good reason to believe he will be magically protected from teh Death Eaters out to avenge their fallen Master. And, I am also to understand, given that you are both here, that Peter Pettigrew was the spy the Order had so many whispers about, correct? You are not to search for him either, as I am sure you might be tempted to."

Remus and I just nodded deftly. I could not have cared less about this sentence at Grimmauld Place, though the fleeting urge to go after Peter, to throttle him and rip him limb from limb, did possess me for seconds. But Hari was just so much more important to me, and every second with him was precious, like little glittering pearls gathering in my hands.

"That concludes my bussiness here, and my welcome has been long over stayed, so I shall leave you to it." He Dissaparated.

The next moments all blurred into one,and i cannot say how, by sunrise; the pale greenish orange promisisng a cold, summer's morning, we found ourselves laying in the guest bed, Hari between us, still fast asleep. The both of us staring into space, our pillows damp and salty.

Despite the growing sunlight, Sleep's teder fingers caught up to me...

[A/N: gods this one was long, im sorry it took so long to post, ill try to be faster with chapter 3 (which mind you is longer still than this). i hope dumbledore moral ambiguity shows, dont worry if it doesnt, it really will further on. hope you enjoy and thanx for reading!!]

#sirius black #remus lupin #harry james potter #indian harry potter #padfoot #james potter #lily evans #lily potter #voldemort #hp fanfic

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soulwillower · 4 years ago

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separate seas • bill denbrough

(bill denbrough x plus size!reader)

requested: Hi! Can I request another fic? I was thinking a Bill Denbrough x plus size reader were the reader was Bill’s next door neighbour who survived a Pennywise attack. When the Losers reunite Mike suggests to meet up with the reader because she wants to kill Pennywise the most. She now stutters (much like Bill did) and is very reclusive. It's not a full idea but I think you could write something great! Thanks!

warnings: swearing, fluff, poorly written, unedited

i was going to make it angsty but i just couldn't write it for some reason, im sorry <3 i dont know how i feel about this, i’ve been trying to write for a while and have been discouraged /feeling bleh abt my writing but i truly hope u guys enjoy this!

[takes place during the events of chapter 2]

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bill was floored at the emotions that coursed through him at mike’s words. of course, he was already floored by the sheer amount of information and memories that had taken to his mind like a brick wall to the face - poorly - so why did this brick wall hit so much harder than the other? mike’s words ring in bill’s ears like a church bell.

y/n, we have to go see y/n.

the air of the jade orient becomes increasingly stale and bill has to wipe his face with his forearm. he remembers suddenly a book he’d written nearing ten years prior to this moment, titled the plague of dawn. it makes him frown in confusion. why did he think of that?

the book wasn’t anything special, in fact it was one of his lowest-grossing novels, despite it being one of his own personal favorites. there was a protagonist who was investigating the death of a young boy, and a mysterious love interest - a woman who was bright but with a troubled past and, from what bill remembers writing, a curvy figure and stunning eyes.

odd to remember that in such a time, but he supposes everything has been odd tonight. but bottom line, it was nothing special. in fact, the novel had been very cheesy, but it had stuck with him in this moment for some unknown reason.

y/n.... bill remembers cloudy memories of a girl with bright eyes and laughter. he sees his house, next to it, a blue one; georgie, with a bright smile, running up to a girl who came out of the garage of the blue house to the left. she hugs him and his arms squeeze around her middle, his face half buried in her soft stomach. he remembers thinking she is beautiful.

looking around, he sees that the others are slowly remembering her too, but he thinks briefly that they certainly have different memories.

“not that i don’t miss her, but… why y/n?” bev asks. the pieces were falling into place, it seemed, all at the same time in their own heads. “wait. didn’t she go to the hospital for-“ eddie starts rushed, but richie snaps a few times as he speaks up.

“oh, fuck. wait- It. It got her, right? and she survived?” richie says, fingers pressing on his head as he squints. he looks just as pained as bill feels when memories of her - and of It - fill his senses.

your eyes. your laugh. your hair. your skin. your silhouette. the bedsheets bill would sometimes catch a glimpse of when he looked out his own window. much like the ones he wrote for the plague of dawn’s - oh.

bill can’t help but drop his head into his palms in realization - had he written a character based off of a repressed memory of a childhood crush? christ.

“…she was bill’s neighbor.” ben adds, looking puzzled. everyone turns to look at bill, and he swallows. “y-uh, y-yeah. i r-remember.” and he does. "sh-she was attacked right at the beginning of the s-summer." it's silent. "she wants It dead more than anyone. we need her help." mike says, standing up.

and then twenty minutes later, bill finds himself on an unfamiliar porch step with five of his childhood friends, staring at an unopened door. why is he so fucking anxious to see her? will she remember him? will she care?

mike has to knock three times before the door opens, revealing a woman that makes bill's breath falter.

“h-holy shit.” the woman mutters, eyes flickering between everyone on her porch step. those eyes. bill would recognize them anywhere. she looks different than he remembers, but more than likely she’s matured just as much as him in the last twenty some years. she looks really good.

"y/n." mike says, giving her a tight-lipped smile. bill watches her, her face even and unrevealing. she doesn't try to hug anybody. there’s a long, staggering scar that pokes through the collar of her shirt, and yes, now bill knows for sure that this is his old neighbor, y/n.

she seems to have the same eyes, the same face. he wonders briefly if she remembers him the way he remembers her.

“what’s g-going on?” she says, looking suspicious of the group in front of her, eyes flitting over everybody with little to no emotion. it feels like a cool breeze blows down the spine of everyone present.

bill takes in her figure and swallows, shocked to be seeing her so suddenly. she catches his eyes and recognition flickers in the depths of her face, a small quirk of her lips betraying her menacing stare.

“caroling group.” richie deadpans, bringing everyone back down to the present as his hands are in his pockets and he’s rocking on his heels. bill barely spares a glance behind him to richie as he stares at y/n. does she have a stutter too? she didn’t always have it. the look on her face is mysterious and pained.

"we need your help." mike says, giving her a look. as bill watches her reaction, he can’t help but feel like the seven of them were all swimming in separate seas at the same time, being masked by a false sense of belonging. was this going to work? could they really do it?

y/n seems to understand grimly, like she feels whatever this is too, as she takes in the faces of people she hadn't seen in years. but then she turns away, walking back into her house. bill blinks.

at first he thinks she's abandoning them, but then she waves her hand expectantly. she does actually invite them in, leaving bill to watch in curiosity as she leads them to a back room in her house, seemingly unwillingly. she seems determined, but not very excited. he doesn't blame her.

they all sit awkwardly as mike and y/n talk about the summer of '89.

"our wh-whole town was full of nightm-mares. not just It." y/n shrugs, the cloud of mystery and self-isolation wrapping her up and pulling her farther and farther out of bill's reach.

"b-bowers." bill says, noticing how y/n's eyes dart to ben's quickly. she and ben went through very similar situations with bowers and the memory of their fucked up childhood makes bill's head spin.

"th-that doesn't matter r-right now." y/n says dismissively, waving her hand. bill stares at the table as he remembers the the character he wrote in the plague of dawn - the love interest had been tormented relentlessly, particularly for her weight.

god, how awful is that? bill didn't even mean to, but he had essentially broadcasted y/n's life into a novel.

“y-you punched him, once.” bill blurts, a laugh escaping his lips. y/n looks at him and for the first time, she looks like her old self, smiling and happy.

“y-yeah, i suppose i d-did, bill. he d-d-deserved it.” she says, smug look quickly retreating back to the wall of blank emotion. something stirs him on, “you got that r-right. it was inc-credible, that was th-the best thing i’d e-ever seen. i was o-obsessed with y-you.”

its silent and bill realizes what he just said. “well this is awkward.” richie says with a grin, nudging both ben and eddie’s sides. they just give him a look. y/n’s smirking at the table and bev is grinning at bill with a knowing look.

"-we're going to kill It." mike says, voice wavering only slightly, breaking the tension. and just like that, the moment is over. bill shivers but he nods, looking over richie, to eddie, to bev, then ben, mike, and finally y/n.

"yeah, well. f-fighting I-It wasn't too easy, i'm sure you kn-know." y/n says shortly, her fingers ghosting over the scar on her chest. bill's stomach flutters with something between fear and admiration. he remembers - she doesn't have to say it. they're all remembering.

she had been outside in the ravine down the street by herself when pennywise had found her. bill remembers sirens, he remembers the blood as she stumbled across the street towards their houses. he remembers watching her get carried to the hospital and then riding silver down to the clubhouse to tell the others. he doesn't remember much else from that summer, just a whole lot of pain and fear. but he remembers not hearing her voice much, or seeing her nearly at all those days. he had missed her, but he'd never said anything.

the bubbly girl was not quite there anymore.

she speaks up and immediately pull bill's attention from his thoughts. "but this time, we're a-all going to b-be together. It is g-going to die."

after the conversation and getting y/n to agree (which wasn't very hard, she was very determined), bill was left with a bitter taste in his mouth and a pit in his stomach. it was weird being back in derry, and catching y/n's eye, he could tell she thought it was weird for them to be back too.

bill was exhausted and thought he might be sick, head swirling around with images of the jade of the orient, of stan, of pennywise, and georgie. he feels empty, and so he can’t help himself from asking y/n to come back and grab a drink at the townhouse.

he needs a distraction, or something. something.

she had shaken her head, but instead taken him by the elbow and told him she had a full bottle of scotch in her cabinet. he was shocked to receive an invitation to stay longer at the reclusive y/n’s house, considering how withdrawn she’d been (understandably) this whole time, but he eagerly told the others he would see them back at the townhouse. he ignores richie when he makes lewd gestures through the window as they all leave.

when they’re in her house alone, she places what is indeed a full bottle of unopened, aged scotch on her table unceremoniously as her hair shines in the lamplight and her clothes cling to her shape.

he tries not to linger his eyes on her body but can’t help to admire her curves and how soft her skin looks as she places a glass in front of him, pouring out three fingers, no rocks.

he doesn’t flinch, completely intending on finishing this glass and then some if he’s going to do this whole fucking thing.

"it’s from the t-trauma." she says and he blinks at her, confused. she smirks lightly, as if mocking herself. "the stutter." she elaborates, and he nods slowly. he understands that.

"m-mine came back wh-when i did." he explains. it’s quiet again and he watches as she pours her own glass. he’s slightly thrown off as he watches her move the bottle over to set it on top of a stack of paperback novels. he skims the stack, his eyes catching bold lettering: THE PLAGUE OF DAWN.

he almost laughs, but his stomach coils tightly with something akin to embarrassment.

his body carries him to pick the book up, plopping back down after it's clutched in his hands. “d-did you read this?” he asks, looking at her with a raised brow.

she grins, not looking a single bit ashamed. “y-yeah, i did.”

well, fuck.

“the m-main character, it’s…” he starts, unsure how to say it. but she never left, she never forgot anything - did she notice?

she nods slowly, face flushing. “i’ve talked with mike long en-enough to know you didn’t remember me wh-when you w-wrote it. i just… i can’t help but n-notice…”

“it’s you, y/n. i d-didn’t- i don’t think i really kn-knew it then. wh-when i wrote it, i kn-knew i was writing about my ch-childhood, i just- i didn’t realize…i’m s-sorry.”

“i know.” she says simply and there it is again, the mysterious shroud that prevents bill from knowing y/n y/l/n fully. its awkward for a moment, and then : “did you at least l-like it?”

she cracks a grin as she sips on her scotch. she’s beautiful and it makes bill blush almost like he’s 13 again and completely unsure how to flirt with this woman.

“well, i don’t know. y-you killed me off, b-bill. wh-who kills off the l-love interest before they get any c-closure?” she says, lifting a brow. bill can’t help the sheepish grin nor the blush from creeping onto his face.

"its f-fucked!" she adds. he can't help but huff a laugh, feeling eerily similar to how he used to feel when he was young. and he was okay with that.

“n-no it isn’t- i just, i- people l-loved it, okay.” he defends half-heartedly, knowing it to be untrue. she laughs openly at this, watching him as he thumbs through the pages of his own words, looking embarrassed.

“it’s so c-cute that you think that, b-bill.” she says coyly. he looks up from the book then, a grin of his own on his face as his cheeks dust pink. she’s pulling his leg.

"you- er, i just c-can't believe th-this all happened." he mutters, scratching his head. she lifts a brow and it flusters him again so he tries to add on. "and i wish th-that i hadn't forgotten it. y-you, particularly." his words come out awkwardly and he feels like a dumbass.

“p-poetic, denbrough.” she grins, hands grabbing his shoulders gently. he grins at her, raising his hands to her shoulder and another to her waist, squeezing the soft skin. he shrugs, "what can i s-say, i-"

and then before he can add anything more, she closes the gap, leaning to press her lips against his. it's soft at first, as if being gentle after the black hole of trauma they are soon to reopen.

it’s bold and shocking and surprising.

but bill moves his lips against hers and they both come to life, kissing fiercely as the world stops around them. there's pain in the kiss, there's devastation, there's fear. but there’s also light, there's love. he feels it all as she kisses him.

when they pull apart, bill looks at her with wide eyes. "that was- unexpected." he says as she stares up at him. he can't tear his eyes away from her and she shrugs, staring back in shock,"i-i’m sorry." she says quickly, hands still holding her face. she stares up at him, "d-did i fuck it up, th-though?"

she looks like she already knows the answer but wants to hear him say it for himself.

he shakes his head, "d-don’t think so, y-y/n." he pulls her in for another kiss and she sighs into his mouth, holding him tightly.

there’s still a looming sense of dread over their heads, staring down at them with its ugly impending danger. but he has her in his arms and he can’t believe it.

and maybe, it'll be okay. maybe these separate seas aren’t too different.

#bill denbrough x reader #losers x reader

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starlight-parkers · 6 years ago

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Early | soulmate!peter parker x reader

[ gif belongs to @spideypparkers ]

author’s note(s): helloooo im back from the dead after almost four months of no posting, my own writing that is. im sorry for my absence, a lot has happened in the last few months, but i hope this fic makes up for it uwu. this was a request from anon. so i hope you enjoy.

warning(s): angst, swearing?, kidnapping, mentions of blood, fight scenes oof

rating: teen?

genre: angst to fluff

words: 3.1K

summary: he could feel your emotions, he could feel your pain, he just wished he was earlier, so he didnt have to feel you hurt.

Peter could never love anyone more than he loved you. Not only was it written in the stars of fate for you, but he had loved you even before then, before he knew what a soulmate was.

In this world, you first found out that you had a soulmate through the senses and emotions (you felt this first at the start of puberty). More often than not, you would feel sad when your soulmate was or they would feel happy when you were but when you met your soulmate, it was said that you would experience a burst of warmth and something that you would have never felt before.

Peter thought himself to be lucky, his soulmate ending up to be you, his longtime crush. He loved everything about you, from the way you laughed to the way your brows furrowed and your tongue stuck out when you studied hard. He loved how caring you were for others and how much you were willing to do to make someone else happy. He loved you, no. He was in love with you.

But sometimes, to him, finding his soulmate in his teen years was a slight burden. Yes, you were his whole world and yes, you treated him well but the teenaged super hero couldn’t help but think that there were things he was missing out on because he had formed his soulmate connection early.

The teen felt as if he had missed out on that wild, rebellious and experimental part of youth. He never got to find himself as a person, test the boundaries. Because he was bound to you. Eternally.

Now, Peter couldn’t blame you for that, he loved you and you, him. It would be unfair to do so. But being so young and watching his friends up and out there in the world made him envious. And right now, he was seriously envious of their ability to not be able to feel their soulmate’s emotions, much more intensely. After becoming bound to each other, it’s possible for the emotional connection between soulmates to strengthen instead of disappear. That had been the case for yourself and Peter.

As he trained alongside his mentor, turned uncle figure, the brunette could feel your irritation bursting through his veins and he knew exactly why you were feeling that way. Letting out a huff, the webbed-hero forced himself to work away your emotions as he practiced his moves, so he could focus more on himself but with every passing thought, he could tell that his girlfriend was becoming more and more frustrated.

Plopping down on the training mat, Peter let out an exhausted sigh as your irked emotions seemed to subside. He ran a hand through his sweaty locks as he watched his mentor take a seat opposite him after their sparring match. “You okay kid?” Tony asked, tossing the boy a bottle of water to soothe his heaving chest.

Peter nodded, resting his outstretched arms on his knees as he toyed with the plastic. “It’s just (Y/N)” Tony raised a brow as the younger hero went on. “I can tell she’s slightly mad at me for spending the weekend up here training instead of being with her”

Tony only nodded in response, choosing not to give advice from his own failed relationships (he had yet to meet his soulmate) and pressed his lips into a thin line. Sometimes, Peter wished he could be like the billionaire; live out his life for just a little longer before finding his soulmate but other times, he noticed how lonely Mr Stark got and he considered himself grateful then.

As the young avenger settled into his bed at the avengers compound, a strong wave of sadness crashed over him as it pumped through his veins. Peter knew you were upset, he hated when you felt that way especially when he was the cause behind it. The young brunette thought about sending you cute little cat videos, maybe some vines to cheer you up because he loved you and would much rather bask in your happiness rather than revel in your sadness but suddenly; there was a gut wrenching blow of pain that twisted in a spot at the back of Peter’s head and an unexpected feeling of fear and panic rose in the chambers of his chest.

Shooting up, he felt his own panic trickle into his blood stream, flowing in a circuit around his body and making him anxious. Throwing the covers off his body, the brunette teen scrambled for his phone, viciously tapping in the passcode before scrolling to your phone number. He dialled it.

It rang once. Twice. Three times.

“H-hello-?” The voice was weak, small and quivering but Peter knew it was yours. There was somewhat of a thwack and then a whimper causing Peter to clench the phone In is grip. “Peter...”

“Y/N-? Baby, are you okay? Where-?” The pause that followed had the boy tense, one hundred million thoughts running through his head. A dark chuckle emitted from the end of the line, along with more whimpers. “I don’t know who you are...” Peter growled, hating whoever it was, that was hurting his girlfriend, his soulmate. “But if you lay another hand on her, I swear to god I’ll-“

“Oh what’s this?” The voice taunted, not even intimidated by Peter’s menacing tone. “Is The itsy bitsy spider, threatening me? Now, we just can’t have that can we little dove? Tell your precious little soulmate how things are going to go down, darling.”

There was shuffling on the other end, heavy breaths filling the air. “P-pete...” he gripped the phone harder at your voice. “I don’t know how they got m-me but they want something from Mr Stark. I don’t know what, I-“

The line cuts off and the teenaged superhero drops his phone with shaky hands, leaning back on his headboard as he tried to gather his thoughts. What would he do? How could he help you? How could he let this happen to you? His soulmate? Fingers practically trembled as the brunette reached for his phone, a text message illuminating the screen and the the room.

[To Peter Parker]

[From Baby <3 ]

Bring us the stark tech or your precious little dove gets it.

Another text followed though only mere seconds later, with coordinates his soulmates location sending him into a frenzy. The brunette shot up, yanking on the spidersuit, pacing around the room as he did so. How would he get what he needed? What would Mr Stark say? A plan formulated in his mind, he could always scale the building and sneak into the labs, maybe even disable F.R.I.D.A.Y for a while. Nodding his head, Peter lugged open his window, fear settling in his chest at the prospect of his soulmate getting hurt or even stealing from his mentor.

Just as he was about to crawl through the window, his bedroom door popped open with a click. The teen superhero half expected it to be Vision, heading to the wrong quarters again but instead he was met with the groggy face of his role model, Tony Stark. “P-Peter” the elder man yawned, stretching his back until it cracked. Said boy froze in his place, unsure of how to react, of how it looked with him trying to sneak out. “I heard shuffling, are you okay-?”

Tony glanced over the boy, confusion falling over his tired and aged features as he watched Peter step down from the window. “Mr Stark- I...it’s not what it looks like-“

That was all it took for the boy to break down, heaving out his fears and worries and the menacing situation that raided his teenage mind. After all, he was still just a kid, and yes he hadn’t experienced the wild side of being a teenager, but if anything had happened to you. Peter would never forgive himself.

Tony held the boy through out his tears, shakes and shivers, promising the teenaged superhero that he’d get his soulmate back, even if it was the last thing either of them did. They left the compound that night with two words on the seams of the elder’s lips. “Suit up”

It wasn’t long before the pair reached the warehouse you were being held hostage at. The air, was thick, scents of rotting wood and damp wafting through it whilst the atmosphere was tense and left a heavy feeling on Peter’s shoulders.

The place was littered with men, most of the loitering and some carrying weapons. Peter and Tony watched from behind craters, the elder hero trying to formulate some kind of plan before trying to get to you. Peter’s mind was rushing at a million miles per minute as he tried to figure out who was behind this, who had taken you. “Listen Kid, we’re going to need a plan if we’re going to do this properly” Tony whispered, from his right, but the boy paid no mind.

Then he heard it, that voice. The one from the phone. The one who had so sickeningly called you ‘little dove’

And then everything went black.

Blinded by rage, the spider-like hero tore himself from his hiding place, charging at the men who stood about, despite the desperate pleads of the iron man, who stood beside him. Peter shot web after web, towards the men, dragging them down to the ground as their leader, your capture tried to escape. Web fluid, tugged men about, slamming them to the ground by the skull, anxiety raged through the boy’s body, anger courses through his veins and he wasn’t quite sure if it was because he felt your emotions or if he was scared himself.

Tony was shooting blaster’s beside him, he was taking punches and kicks and hits all over, but he’d snapped when he heard the words. “Make sure he doesn’t get the girl!”

“Where is she?!” The brunette yelled viciously, one web later and one of the minions was disarmed, arms pinned to the wall above him as Peter marched forward, with the intent to kill. He gripped the man by the shoulders, shaking him with vigour as he felt his soulmate’s fear rise. “I said where the hell is she?!”

His voice was desperate, but his actions fierce, almost as if he had instant kill mode activated without Karen’s help. The man shook his head, mumbling apologies, pleas for his life. The teen was only mere seconds from ending it, for taking his girl. The one he promised to protect but he was stopped.

“He’s not worthit kid...” Tony tired to reason, the mask plate of his helmet sliding up. The older hero’s expression was stern, almost remorseful, as he gently pried Peter away from the man. “Go after your girl, I’ll take care of things out here.”

With reluctance, the superhero released the minion, nodding his head as he ran off through the warehouse, looking for his soulmate, looking for you. The corridors grew darker and darker with each step, the only sounds coming from the dripping pipes and perhaps even... sobs?

Turning a corner, Peter found himself at the entrance to an empty room and at its centre, was you. You looked tired, weak, hair scraggly and tangled, arms bound to a chair behind your back with your head hung low. You were crying, crystal droplets of water, streaming down the apples of your grubby cheeks. Your breathing uneven.

Peter hated to see you this way.

And it was all his fault.

There was a brief second where you’d looked up, relief flooding through your veins when you noticed the familiar red and blue of Peter’s costume. A faint gasp tumbled from your lips, your red blew wide as you noticed him, and even the faintest of smiles tugged at your lips. Peter felt relief and even happiness filter through his blood stream, and from beneath the mask he was smiling too, you were okay.

But the moment ended as quickly as it came, the leader stopping in front of you once again. Peter watched as the man’s bony fingers traced the edge of your jawline, tipping your chin up so that you would look at him. Goosebumps rose on the plains of his skin, throat dry as he watched, hoping you got out unscathed.

“Oh little dove” the man drawled with a villainous and cool tone, making you flinch away from him. “Your silly boyfriend’s here to save you” he tutted, as you struggled to get away, whimpers burning at the back of your throat. “Too bad he didn’t follow one of my rules, bringing backup. Now we might have to kill him too.”

The man removed himself from your smaller frame, but that didn’t stop you from screaming out. “P-please don’t hurt him, I’ll do anything-“ your voice was hoarse, dry like an arid desert from your lack of water which broke Peter’s heart. The villain offered you a half hearted, sympathetic pout before grinning evilly as he began to prepare for his battle with the infamous Spider-Man.

Peter couldn’t control his next actions.

The brunette blindly flung himself into the room, slinging webs at anyone who approached him during his blind hazy fury. Casting out two webs, the teen hero caught the villain by his arms, yanking him forward so that he hit his head on the railing before him. “Let her go” Peter growled, advancing towards the man to perform another attack.

“Not until I get what you promised me”

Peter yanked him forward again with gritted teeth and fury in his eyes. “I said, let her go”

He made a move to step forward, only stopping at the sound of a blade being drawn and a gasp falling from your trembling lips. A man, most likely a follower of the leader, stood by you, a silver blade pointed to your side, as Peter held the man unsteadily in his grip.

“Make one more move and she gets it” the leader spoke, a smug tone seeping into his voice. The teen could do nothing but analyse the situation, for him, there was no way out of it. One step or false movement could end your life, could end his own. You were his everything.

It almost seemed like all hope was lost, when the sound of a blaster charging up tickled the tips of Peter’s ears, diving away, he narrowly missed the beam of heat energy that Tony’s protective armour released. There was a mumble of‘go get her kid’ from the older superheroes blast.

Launching himself at the chair you were bound too, Peter was mere seconds away from being reunited with his soulmate. All he wanted to do was gather you up and bring you home, whispering sweet nothings into your ear but he was soon stopped by a certain feeling. The feeling of pain.

It bloomed to the right of his abdomen, like a bright flower at the beginnings of spring, except more excruciating, more deadly. The teen boy fell to the ground, his eyes screwing shut and as soundless scream passed his lips. His fingers that prodded at his stomach felt no blood, but the sight he saw when looking up was even worse.

You were slumped forward in your chair, eyes wide with shock, body frozen with fear as a crimson patch grew from the point at which the blade had cut you. Your eyes fluttered open and closed as yells of your name passed from Peter Parker’s lips. He could feel it, your pain, your fear, anxiety because,

You didn’t want to die.

And he could feel that.

And even as the teen begged you to stay awake, begged you to keep your eyes open and stay strong for him, he knew he was fading away into a dark, black abyss as well.

Maybe it was the repetitive blip of the heart monitors or the bright fluorescent lights thank roused Peter, or maybe it was the wild thoughts and memories pumping through his brain that woke him up. He couldn’t tell.

With blinking brown doe eyes, he looked around, taking in the minimalist room. White painted walls, white bed sheets, white light light, white that. Everything was blank. The boy assumed he was in the hospital ward of the avengers compound, the IV drip in his hand giving it away.

His sweaty palms lay lightly on the crisp linen sheets, probably made of the finest material Tony Stark could find, as he tried to piece together bit by bit what had happened for him to wake up in such a way. The more he thought about it, the more scared, queasy and uneasy he felt because firstly, he didn’t know where you were and secondly;

He couldn’t feel your emotions, your feelings.

Quietly, The young Parker unhooked himself from the series of machines, bare feet padding out of his room and down the corridor as he narrowly managed to avoid bumping into Mr Stark and Aunt May, who were arguing with hushed whispers. That wasn’t important right now. Peter quickly gained access to your hospital room, with the help of Karen, his feet cold from the tiled floor, but the rest of his body warm from the fluffy PJS Mr Stark had left him with.

The boy hesitantly stepped into your room, that same heart monitor sound pulsing throughout the silence. Peter’s heart almost broke when he skim read your file.

[induced coma for stability]

Your operations were successful, you were going to survive that horrible wound but that didn’t stop your boyfriend, your soulmate from succumbing to the gray clouds of guilt. If it hadn’t been from him, you wouldn’t be in this mess, wounded with paling skin from blood loss. Your hair wouldn’t be tangled and dry, but instead bouncy and bright, your eyes wouldn’t have heavy bags under them, but would maybe have only one or two from your late night Netflix binge watches. Had he been earlier, none of these things would have happened.

Had he been earlier, You wouldn’t have almost died.

With shaky hands, Peter let his fingers brush over your hairline as he would when he held you close, his other hand interlocked with yours that lay bandaged at your side, and he leaned down with watery eyes full of regret. “I’m sorry” the bot whispered with a quivering voice, brown eyes shutting sharply to prevent himself from tearing up. Why couldn’t he have been earlier? “I’m so so sorry”

His eyes kept closed this time as he rested his forehead on his soulmate’s, whispering a thousand sorrows against your skin, barely noticing the way your smaller hand squeezed his.

To let him know, it was all going to be okay.

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bonbonswirl-blog · 6 years ago

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ALL THE CHARACTERS BELONG TO @brueklynn I OWN NOTHING. This is like..uhhhh idk?... a 'batim' au idea? I guess? Im Not sure idk..its just that I got the idea from there and Instead of bendy its jokey, but not really exactly what happend there in batim. Plz ignore the bad portrayed scenes XD blondie is a lot OOC here. Enjoy if you only can thx.

It was a typical afternoon, the sunlit clouds drifted across a clear blue sky, fresh air filled the atmosphere swaying the palm trees gently by a breeze. David was at the recording room, a mellifluous melodic singing voice rose high, following the sweet, piping notes produced by the musical instruments around. After such a lilting, everyone toke a break, david sat on a chair, holding the lyrics for the new song in his hands. He saw a shadow approaching him, revealing his only cheerful boss. "Oh hey Mr. Blondie!! How are you in this lovely day!" "Hello david! Just checking on my young talented singer! How is the new song going?" "Its going great! Im just reading the lyrics again now!" "Thats good!...you know david...have you ever thought about how much the children love your jokey voice?" "Oh! Thats intresting...im sure everybody enjoy listening to it!" "Yea! they do....have you ever felt some...connections...to jokey?" "Connections? Mmmm well...I do feel that we both share a good love for the stage and thrilling the audience! along with the love to asssist other people and spread some optimism in the air!" "Thats beautifull!...Have you ever considered before...becoming this star that all those kids appresciate?" "That...looks pretty Mr. Blondie! But what do you mean?" His boss began to equivocally chuckle, it was low but icy, wasnt like his usual gleeful ones that gave an auditory hug, but david overlooked that, remaining unruffled till the answer. "David. Can you come with me for a while?" "Sure thing! But..what about the new song?" "Dont worry! It can be done in another time! now follow me!" They both left the recording room, the animator leading the ginger boy across the studio, while on their little trip to the unknown room they are walking to, david catched from away a sight of henry, tommy and norman talking together until a rueful rob drew near them, starting a conversation. David didnt mean to eavesdrop anyone, but their high voices did reach his ear. "Guys! Have any of you heared ANYthing lately about harriet? I cant find her anywhere! She didnt come to work and she is not at her home! I called her many times but she doesnt reply! Im really so scared..." rob vented, the three told him thag they didnt see her too. David felt sorry for the fellow worker, hoping that harriet is alright and will be back soon. He looked forward, though he only saw blondie back and his wheelchair, he could feel that he is trying to ignore something, he may have heard a little of the talking out there, maybe he feels sad too? But david was in his mind for a bit, wasnt aware of the time until he sensed that blondie stopped moving. This is when he noticed he is in an unrecognizable area he didnt see before, maybe this was a new place that got built recently?, " Here we are david!!" In front of both was a dark long way of stairs, it was only one storey up, just like one of those half open basemant stariecases. David knew not both will be able to clmib this, he was ready to push that wheelchair up, he looked at blondie concerned, whom just returned a grin. "Dont worry about me! I have my own ways for climbing those!" David didnt really get it, but he just let it go and left blondie to use to his own way, watching him in every step making sure he wont be close to any harm.

Dont ask how blondie climbed the stairs, he just did. that was a really narrow hall they were both in, in front of them a wooden door, blondie toke out his keys and opened it, only for both to be greeted by. "Finally!! Where Were ya!!" an angry wallaby yelled, looking as if he lost patience, it seems blondie was late to whatever meeting they should have done earlier, the room wasnt so small, almost looks like a little hallway with a wall at the end. The view was...tensed, it was a dark room with only a little bulb barley lighning it, orange colored light struggling to penetrate the darkness in thin thread rays. It was almost as if candles were the ones giving the slight shine here. Wallaby, paul and murphy were there, standing near the sides of the walls, everyone in a specific place, two at the right wall and one at the left one, only a mile spearting each two. the menacing aura holding david in a tightening grip, why do blondie have such a grisly decorating tatse...He wasnt sure if entering this room is a safe idea. "Guys!! I Brought Our Last Guest!!" Blondie exclaimed in a chirpy tone, closing the door behind himm Last guest? What does he mean? "Can we PLEASE Finish This Now And Go out?" "Come on paul dont be such a killjoy! Enjoy the place!" "If you are telling us to enjoy this creepy atmosphere then I had lost all my faith in you." murphy sneered, clearly not comfortable or trusty with how this 'gathering' is going to end, nobody knows the goal behind it. "Come on David! Here! This Is Your Place!! Stay Still And Dont Move Ok?" Blondie said while putting david on a specific spot on the left wall. "Sure! Wont Move A Shoe!" David obeyed, blondie looked at him, but this time, although he had his usual smile that showed his white glowed teeth spreaded on his face, his eyes had shimmers with some inexplicable spite. "Everything is set~" He whispered this under his breath while walking to one of the corners, nobody heard that one. Three of the invited four toke a look at blondie whereas he was doing something uncanny at that distant corner. David turned at the person in front of him, which was paul. "Oh! hey Mr.Paul!" But being the tedious man he is, paul didnt respone, only focusing on the book on his hand, thats why wallaby seemed as if he was gabbling to himself. The young boy then looked to his right side and saw murphy, still keeping an eye at blondie in a suspicion, despite not understanding a thing from what he was doing, nobody can just fetch someone to a room like this without being not up to something. "So Guys! Why are we here?" "I Dunno david! Mr. Blondie just went to me and told me that I gotta get here cuz he needs me for somethin, well I dont see anything! All I do is just standing on dis here spot not movin a leg!! What about ya paul?" "I dont care I just came here so he can stop nagging me." " I came here after he told me that I can be a 'star' like jokey." "Wait you gonna be a star? Ooh! Thats why we standin on a star!" "What?!" Wallaby words strongly drived murphy attention, making him watch the ground, they all noticed it now, they are standing on 'stars' that are drawn on the floor. David felt inside him a very straied premonisition feeling that was telling him to move, he didnt understand it, why would his guts tell him to move away from a single drawing on the floor? He promised his boss he will stay still there....how could a star drawing hurt anyone? Since whe do drawing harm people? But no matter how much he tries to brush off that feeling, it feels like a stiff weigh was being held on his chest, it made him feel so sick, maybe he just needs to move because his legs hurt him? Yeh yeh thats just it. The cheeky lad toke one step only out of that star shape, he tried to persuad himself its his legs aching and not because of a sixth sense, and that was really something he should be thankful for because. "Guys! I think we gonna be a stars!" "Wallaby...I dont think this star shape is used fo-" "GOODBYE MATES!!"

And with a casted spell and a flash of an eye, everybody was drowned with an unknown colorful sticky liquid that fully covered them, gluing them to the ground. Expect David, who fell down to the ground aspect with a horrible fear that rised behind his eyes from the grisly vision that immediately happend.

Blondie Stood there, watching him in enmity.

Blondie turned around, only to be so bothered by seeing the surviver. "Oh it seems I missed a shot! Im going to fix this~" The words had deserted david, the color quickly drained from his face, a cold wave embalmed him and his mouth ran dry, sweat poured down his body, Heart began to hammer against his chest, every muscle in his body shouted at him to flee. To escpae this imminent threat. He hurried to the door, using every little cell of power left to open it, but no matter how much he quickly moves the handle in fright, the door didnt open, oh yes, blondie locked it. Seeing no hope, he knocked on it so expeditiously and hardly, trying not to make his words stumbled, begging for someone outside to hear him. "HEEEEELLLP!!! HELP ME!!! PLEASE!!! ANYBODY OUT THERE?!?!? PLEASE HELP ME!!" "Come on David, why so nervous?" Blondie snickered from behind him, his voice hinting he is oncoming, his tone ringing in a sick icy way, sending chimes ringing in david ears, but he kept screaming for a rescue, he was not frightened nor afraid, he was beyond such mere nouns, he was going crazy, his boater hat fell from his head, it only reminded of how much he wants his family NOW in this profound situation, he just wanted to go back to them again, stay with his father marley at home and go to beach together or golf or car or wherever his father wants to go, staying in his parents arms was all what he desired, he would never wish anything anymore after this. He could no longer control his hands they were shaking in an odd trembling rhythm, his legs collapsed underneath him, teeth chattering in fear, He slid down the door, bringing his knees up to his chest.

"I-I-I-I-I-I D-D-DONT UNDERSTAND!!!!!!"

"You dont understand? I hated you! Im who created jokey! He was my friend since the childhood! My friend since the start!! But you! I saw every little detail I gifted him in you! You were perfect, perfect for him, more perfect than me! Now that I had a studio of my own, I wanted him to be alive! I reached my wish by the help of you all, by animating and presenting him to all the children around the world, they loved him, just like me! But lately, I didnt feel that I made this dream come true yet...how can a cartoon character offset me of a friend who always stayed by my side that I cant make real! But now I found a second chance, a second chance to revive him, to this reality. Thats it! Thats the chance! By using some souls to bring those stunning characters and that convival cartoony world I created to reality...that was always my biggest dream...and whats a better chance than to have the voice actor whom I influenced the traits for the children 'star' right at my hand~ People will love you david~"

Blondie was right, if david dyed his hair black and wore some cheeks make up, he could exactly like a real life jokey, but who would need a cheap costume when you can bring jokey himself to reality. David recalled the times when he sometimes thought uncle harry may have been a little overprotective of him. He thought his uncle needs to ease a bit, nothing so dangerous will happen for him. Now, he regret thinking this, and wants him to overprotect him forever and ever. Fear became a tangible, living force that crept over him like some hungry beast, immobilizing him and his brain, holding him a captive and took control of his entire body, Shadows and echoes play on his senses warping shapes and sounds. That outlandish substance already reached his legs, his life flashed before his eyes and he ushered his bright unearthly ones shut.

Yeb, this is the angel end.

#brueklynn #blondie rodgers #wallaby wallstone #david angel #murphy hillsborugh

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jeonghanniesfool · 7 years ago

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seungkwan | cooties

genre: fluff FLUFF F L U F F

requested by: anon

pairing: seungkwan x reader

a scenario where Seungkwan is your best friends brother and your next door neighbor

from when you were young, you had always been best friends with your neighbor Boo Younghee

she came over to your place often

you were rarely over at her place

she said it was because her brother thought girls had cooties and refused to let his sister bring anyone over

that wasn’t a problem for you

you were 100% sure boys had 3000x more cooties than girls would ever have

the first time you had an encounter with Younghee’s mysterious older brother was when the two of you were playing in the backyard

Younghee and you were both about 9 years old around that time

and Younghee’s brother was around 11 years old

you had been attempting to shoot hoops in the basketball hoop in your backyard

but you had accidentally thrown the ball too far

and it flew over the wall that divided your yard and Younghee’s

“it’s okay Y/N, I’ll just run back over and grab it”

Younghee was very reassuring

but suddenly a voice came from the other side of the wall

“i’m throwing it back over!”

and the ball flew back over the wall

and you caught it as it nearly slammed straight into your face

“ahh! Thank you!” Younghee called to her older brother

“don’t throw it over again, Younghee”

“i’m sorry!! it was my fault! I threw it over!” you quickly apologized, hoping to take the blame off your friend

“don’t do it again then!”

and from that moment you wanted to learn more about Younghee’s older brother

you were extremely curious about him

what he looked like

what his name was

why even at 14 years old he refused to let Younghee bring you over

you were afraid to ask Younghee what his name was

as he rarely came up in your conversations with her

so you had no chance to speak with him

until one day

Younghee got very sick

so you had to bring her the homework from school that day

and because you wanted to

you also made some soup to bring over for her

as you were making the soup

your mother walked into the kitchen

“oh are you making some for Younghee?”

“yes mom. I’m making enough for myself too, I want to eat with her over there”

“oh if you’re going over there, you should make some for little Kwannie as well, Y/N”

“...Kwannie?”

“oh, Seungkwan, Younghee’s older brother. It would be rude to not give him some food when he’s taking the day off from school to take care of Younghee”

Seungkwan

so that was what his name was

you complied to your mother’s wishes

partially because well, she was your mother

and partially because you didn’t want to get on Seungkwan’s bad side when you finally meet him face to face after 16 years of being neighbors

when you rang the doorbell

it took a while before anyone came to answer the door

the door swung open and a tall boy stood there

his hair was messy

his lips in a permanent pout

a sleeveless shirt hung over his body

and his face was pinched and

dare you say it

adorable

he was not as intimidating as you thought an older brother should’ve been

and after everything you heard about him from Younghee when you were younger

you were sure he’d be some menacing person

but he looked

normal

he blinked a few times when he saw you

“are you here to see Younghee?”

he asked as he glanced at the school issued packet pressed against your chest and the lunch bag with the containers of soup

“yeah, I’m your neighbor. Can i go see her?”

he blinked a few more times

“yeah she’s in her room”

and he stepped aside to let you in then closed the door

you stood there and looked at him expectantly

“oh OH you don’t know where her room is. i’m so sorry”

you were surprised to see him so flustered

Seungkwan quickly led you down the hall

knocked on the first door on the right and called out

“Y/N is here to see you, sis”

then pushed it open and gestured for you to go inside

he shut the door behind you

you hurried to Younghee’s bedside where she was sitting, watching videos on her laptop

“your brother is adorable, how come you’ve hid him from me all these years???”

you exclaimed, plopping down beside her

“WAIT my brother is your TYPE? oh my gosh he is i didn’t even realize until now”

she smirked at you

you punched her arm out of embarrassment and shoved the packet of homework into her arms

“as weird as it is having you after my brother, you should go for it. he’s as harmless as a fly”

“Younghee, I’m not into him!!”

“you will be!!”

you shoved a canister of soup into her arm as well

“shut up and eat”

as she began to eat

you opened your own canister and began to eat as well

you looked back down at the bag and remembered the extra canister you had packed

“ahhh my mom wanted me to bring extra for Seungkwan... I should probably give him his before it gets cold”

Younghee smirked again

she drank all her soup super fast

then closed the canister and handed it back to you

“WOW that was some good food. i’m so full now i think i’m goign to take a nap. go outside so you aren’t bored to death, Y/N. you can just go eat with Seungkwan in the kitchen. he hates taking meals in his room. you can find him next door”

she flopped down onto her bed and drew the covers over her head

“YOUNGHEE”

“DONT HURT ME IM SICK BYE”

you groaned, picked up the lunch bag

and left Younghee’s room to let her sleep

you hesitantly walked down the hall to the next door

and knocked lightly

the door opened quickly

and Seungkwan stood there

“oh it’s you”

he mumbled

“um, my mom wanted me to make extra soup for you, so here you go.”

you held out the canister

his eyes widened and he slowly took it from you

“...thank you...”

he caught sight of the other canister in the bag

“have you eaten yet?”

“no... Younghee wanted to sleep after she ate super fast so she told me to eat outside.”

“ummm.. you could... eat in the kitchen if you want”

he walked away down the hall and you followed him, a few steps behind

he sat down at the dinner table

and as he saw you walk hesitantly into the kitchen

he gestured for you to sit down as well

the two of you ate in silence

“uhh... sorry for being a total jerk to you when we were younger.”

Seungkwan mumbled

“it’s okay, we were kids” you laugh

the two of you continued to eat in silence

“you look like Pororo” you suddenly burst out saying

and quickly clamped your hand over your mouth in shock

his eyes were wide and his mouth was in the shape of an o

and he burst out laughing

you laughed along nervously

“i’m sorry that was so random” you quickly said

“no it’s okay” he laughed

his eyes sparkled as a bright smile grew onto his face

“i loved watching Pororo”

“i did too! Younghee and I would watch it all the time when she was over at my house when we were little”

“i know you did! i would ask her if she wanted to watch episodes with me, only to find out she already watched the new episodes with you! i was so angry!”

“i mean, if you had let us come over, maybe we all could’ve watched together”

“...i never thought about that. i was a stupid child”

“i’m sure you weren’t”

surprisingly

you and Seungkwan got along very well

just from talking to him that afternoon

you learned that he had a particular interest in volleyball and that he loved to sing

he was shy to sing for you though

and said that maybe next time he would sing something

he apologized over and over for being such a terrible person when you were children

but you reassured him that it was nothing and that now that you two talked, you could put it well in the past

now that you knew who Seungkwan was

and had become friends with him

you saw him a lot more at school

of course you had no classes together, as he was in his last year of high school

but you did see him in passing periods and during lunch

Younghee teased you for paying so much attention to her brother

but thought it was super cute that you and Seungkwan had become friends

“if you two get married, we’ll be sisters!”

“YOUNGHEE WHY ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT MARRIAGE”

“because you love my brother and the two of you will grow up and get married and have beautiful nieces and nephews for me that’s why”

“Younghee no”

“Younghee yes”

you and Seungkwan had exchanged numbers recently

and sometimes he would randomly text you asking if Younghee was with you

instead of messaging Younghee herself

something that your best friend caught on fairly quickly

“you’re going to fall in love with Seungkwan and the both of you are going to leave me”

she told you one time, wiping fake tears from her eyes

“Younghee, I won’t leave you, you idiot”

“but you will fall in love with Seungkwan, i see i see”

you felt shy and awkward around Seungkwan sometimes

feeling as if you were doing something wrong by crushing on your best friend’s brother so hard

you had no idea how he felt about you

maybe he just texted you a lot and talked to you a lot to make up for being such a terrible person when you were younger

and maybe he felt the need to be friendly with you for his sister’s sake

that is

until you ran into him at a cafe

he was ahead of you in line by two people

he spotted you when you walked in and waved shyly

you saw that after he paid and got his drink

he went to sit down at one of the tables near the window

you were conflicted

should you go sit down with him after you got your drink?

would that be too forward and weird?

as you fumbled for your wallet to pay

the cashier stopped you

“the gentleman over there already paid for your drink”

“huh?”

you followed the cashier’s finger to none other than

the man that had been standing in front of you in line, standing by the other counter waiting for his drink

you felt your heart sink in disappointment

you realized then you had been unconsciously hoping that Seungkwan had been the one who paid for you drink as soon as the words left the cashier’s mouth

“i’ll be sure to thank him, have a good day!” you quickly told the cashier

and hesitantly walked over to stand next to the man by the counter

you cleared your throat

“um, thank you for paying for my drink!”

he looked over to you and smiled

“oh it’s no problem! you’re such a pretty lady, I thought I’d do my one good deed of the day just for you”

you had to admit the man was good looking but you really were only 17

he looked well over that age

“thank you so much, sir”

your drinks came out at the same time

and he grabbed yours for you and handed it to you

again, you thanked him

“would you like to sit outside the cafe at one of the tables in the patio with me, miss?”

the man suddenly asked as you were preparing to walk over to Seungkwan

“umm”

you felt rude saying no since he had just paid for your drink

but you didn’t want to sit outside in the empty patio with a stranger

that and you really wanted to talk to Seungkwan

“i’m sorry, I kind of want to sit indoors”

you spoke slowly

hoping he wouldn’t insist on sitting indoors with you either

“oh but it’s a beautiful day, miss. someone as young and fresh as you should be out in the sun, letting the rays fall onto your pretty face”

you took a step back

“no, sir, it’s alright. thank you for your kind words, but I do not want to sit outdoors”

he took a step forward and took ahold of your wrist

“i paid for your drink, miss, you owe me a favor, do you not?”

“i didn’t ask you to pay for me” you said shortly, realizing that this man did not simply want to sit outdoors with you

he most likely would whisk you away as soon as you stepped out of the shop

“hey stop bothering her”

Seungkwan’s familiar voice rang out

the man turned to glare at Seungkwan who had come up behind you

you took the man’s surprise as an opportunity to pull your hand from his grasp and take a step back to stand beside Seungkwan

“scram little boy” the man hissed “the lady is my girlfriend, don’t interfere”

Seungkwan narrowed his eyes and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling him close to him

“excuse me? this is my girlfriend. i was waiting for her to come sit by me”

“Oh? your girlfriend, is she? why did the two of you arrive separately and why didn’t you pay for her drink?”

Seungkwan took the drink from your hand and shoved it into the man’s hands

“it isn’t her drink. it’s yours. and our business is none of your business. get out before i call the cops”

the man turned to you

“miss, this isn’t your boyfriend, I know he isn’t. this little boy can’t do anything for you, let’s go outside, my sweet”

“i’m not stupid, sir, and you’re wrong, this is my boyfriend. leave. I’m not as nice as my boyfriend is, I will call the cops no matter what you do.”

the man growled and quickly fled from the cafe

Seungkwan turned to look at you with concern

“Y/N, are you alright? that man is honestly a sick bastard, preying on you like this.”

“it’s alright” you laughed “he couldn’t have done anything unless i went outside anyway. thank you for helping me though”

the two of you walked back over to Seungkwan’s table

“sorry about your drink.”

Seungkwan pushed his own drink across the table to you

“you can have mine”

“it’s okay you can keep it”

“or we could share?”

you blushed

“that’s fine by me, thank you”

the two of you sat in comfortable silence, passing the drink back and forth

“sorry for claiming to be your boyfriend, Y/N”

“it’s okay, you were just helping me” you gulped “it’s not like you meant it or anything”

more silence

Seungkwan spoke again

“what if I did mean it?”

you nearly spat out your drink

and blushed hard

“uh- I- I-”

“it’s okay if you don’t feel the same way... I just... really like you, Y/N. it’s weird because you’re my little sister’s best friend, but I really really like you”

he hid his face behind his coffee cup

“um..i... like you.... too?”

you whispered

the two of you shyly looking away from each other

“i don’t want to be like that man though, I don’t want us to date until you’re 18.”

“a few more months then” you laughed

“but until then, is it okay if i do this?”

Seungkwan gently took your hand in his and pressed it to his lips

he quickly blushed and set your hand back down

and although he looked away out of embarrassment

he kept his fingers intertwined with yours

“it’s okay. friends can hold hands too right?”

you took his one hand in both of yours and held it up to your cheek, leaning gently into it

the two of you had bright red cheeks

but smiled fondly at one another nonetheless

...

“do i have cooties now, Seungkwan?”

“yes you do”

“you have more cooties, don’t like to me”

“i don’t have cooties, I’m 19. I’m an adult. you still have cooties because you’re 17″

“oh so that’s the real reason you want to wait until I’m 18, huh?”

“would you kill me if i said yes?”

#seungkwan fluff #seungkwan imagines #seungkwan scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen fluff #seventeen scenarios #seungkwan fanfics #seventeen fanfics #seungkwan #seventeen

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thespacequail · 7 years ago

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Darling in the Franxx (ep. 17)

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.......

..........Well then, I didn’t think they’d go there, yet here we are. Im still waiting on that huge revelatory twist, but we are getting close, I can almost taste it.

>Ok so, everything is going great, the kids are doing fine, then the Nines show up to ruin EVERYTHING. They tell them Papa sent them and he’s worried about them, they are all happy to tears and this is a LOAD OF BULL SHIT, you can see it on their smug little grins, bunch’a assholes if you ask me. Anyway they are going to stay with the gang for a bit to, as I said before, ruin everything. 02 tells Alpha to go fuck himself. It was a good scene.

>HIRO IS GROWING HORNS! REPEAT! HIRO IS GROWING BLUE HORNS! HE IS TURNING INTO A KLAXXOSAUR PERSON JUST LIKE 02!!! *ahem* We’ve all kinda assumed this would happen for a while, what with the saurification comments and the high yellow blood cell thing (which still means nothing but a lot of people are interpreting it as meaning the cells that make up bone marrow, as such having a high amount means he would grow bony structures easily, i.e. horns. Fine, I’ll go with it.). The whole scene is really cute and I like what they’ve done with their relationship and how it’s portrayed, the bit about Hiro’s drawing being awful but 02 loves it because he made it was particularly sweet and reminded me of some good times (which was immediately followed up by remembering why those times are no longer good and I was made sad. But that is neither here nor there.).

>Then the plot dictated that the Nines needed something specific to fuck up, so one of them bumps into Kokoro and she drops her baby book. Question: how did she not realize it was gone? She clearly carries it everywhere, why was she not freaking out that she lost it when she went back to her room? Why did she take it to the bathroom anyway? Oh right, the plot, whatever. So the Nines are like “How dare these kids learn about sex. Papa didn’t brainwash people for them to understand how their bodies work.” Jeeze, this is like the worst of both Catholic AND Public school when it comes to sex-ed. But the menacing cut to Kokoro being innocent, I’m just thinking “Oooooh she ‘bout to get shanked for this. This ain’t going to go well...” Then we go to Kokoro and Mitsuru in the greenhouse and...Imma need another arrow for this one.

>Kokoro really wants to get it on with Mitsuru, and I’m not saying that like a joke, like she ACTUALLY wants to fuck him. She leans in close, then closer, says some stuff that only horny teens in hentai would say, and then she starts taking off his shirt. Meanwhile I’m just sitting there like *insert blinking guy gif* “I’m sorry what? Is this really happening right now?” I just didn’t really know how to process it. But Mitsuru kinda panics and pushes her away, and that makes sense cause like, Kokoro is the only person who knows what sex is, and Mitsuru still has a few issues he needs cleared up first. Then Zorome shows up to break the tension, nothing else really to say about it, it plays out about as you’d expect from a show when teens get caught about to do the nasty.

>TWO BROOOS, CHILLIN’ IN THE HOT SPRINGS FIVE FEET APART ‘CAUSE THEY’RE NOT GAY! Hiro and Mitsuru finally have their heart to heart, well I say finally cause its been years for them, only a few episodes for us, feels like years, whatever. They talk about love and stuff and they patch up their issues, everything is good. It is a good scene and was important growth for them.

>Everyone is in the exposition room, I mean the living room, and they address the Kokoro and Mitsuru situation. There we go Futoshi, that’s the emotional response I was expecting from you, kinda figured he wasn’t actually totally over it like he acted beck at the snow base. Time for the Nines to be fuckers. Kokoro reveals she wants to make a baby because that’s how she wants to leave her mark on the world, ok, that’s cool. Turns out sex is banned, and Alpha says humans evolved to not have/need reproductive organs, also that way they don’t need to worry about gender. Man I really want to punch this guy in the face. Ikuno’s got me covered, pimp slapping that hoe, even the Nines respect the backhand with a whistle. I highly respect that the LGBT character is the one to say gender is still important, but man, she would have murdered him right then and there if she didn’t get held back. Personally, I’d have let her.

>Hey look, the adults are back. Kokoro gets reprimanded cause sex is bad m’kay? They don’t like the Nines either, but can’t do shit cause the Nines out rank them. Turns out only kids have reproductive organs in order to pilot the Fraxx, but then they get removed later? It’s not clear, cause after that Nana has a break down cause she’s relapsing through puberty, so does that mean she still has a uterus from when she was a parasite? I feel like there’s some logistical minutia that’s getting glossed over that I don’t think they’ll take the time to explain. But GOD FORBID they don’t give Alpha every conceivable chance to be a douche. He says she should be replaced with a new Nana, the fuck does that mean? Also he chastises them for working with Dr. Franxx, doesn’t he also work for APE? Or is he implying that he does secret experiments that APE doesn’t like? I’m confused., but the Dr. is intrigued by the kids having the urge to fuck, that came out wrong, he’s interested that they have the original biological impulse to reproduce, so I guess that’s what Al-fuck meant by humans evolving past that. Interesting.

>I knew I was right about the Klaxxosaur Princess (it was obvious but shut up, let me have this). A couple of APE guys ask her to surrender, it does not go well for them and they get brutally murdered. Ooooooh she has the same widescreen aspect ratio thing they used to do with 02! Oh I like her. She calls them “human wannabes”, does that mean she’s a real human and APE is something else? I’ll theorize later.

>Back in the exposi-I mean, living room, the kids talk about the fact they have no idea what sex is. 02 doesn’t have reproductive organs apparently, but she thinks it’s cool that the rest of them do and can “leave their mark on the future”. Ok, don’t think that was necessary, but whatever, just add it to the list of character traits I guess.

>Mitsuru goes and makes up with Kokoro, they kiss, I’m thinking “and then they fuck”, AND. THEN. THEY. FUCK. Wow, they actually went through with that, that’s pretty ballsy (heh) for a story like this, but good on them for not leaving that hanging, or worse not showing anything of it. Like I’m actually glad they showed the shot of them in bed together, people have sex, teenagers have sex, it happens, sometimes you just gotta show it, or at least what can be shown on a daytime airing TV show aimed at a young adult audience.

>Finally, we got Ape up in the death star, talking evilly about how evil they are and how the world will soon be their’s (not really but you get the joke). The Nines show up one last time to be dicks before the episode cuts out.

A’ight, Imma pose some theories: +APE are aliens that enslaved part of the human race +The Klaxxosaur Princess is among the last original humans +She preserved what she could of humanity by putting them in the Klaxxo-cores so they could fight back +Dr. Franxx is trying to undermine APE’s efforts and restore the enslaved human species to their original form/abilities/want’s to let people fuck again +The squad is going to get order 66′d in the next episode or two now that Papa knows what’s up. Obviously they wont do it, but it will happen.

One theory I don’t personally believe, but my friend posed and is just crazy enough to be possible, if not really dumb, is that Hiro’s original partner is not actually dead, and will be one of the ones piloting Hringhorni. That’s some hot anime bullshit right there, but Hiro resurrected by the power of boners before, so crazier things have happened.

#darling in the franxx #anime #anime review #spring anime 2018

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hopelikethemoon · 4 years ago

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Power Trip (Javier x Reader) {MTMF} [smut]

Title: Power Trip Rating: Explicit Length: 3300 Warnings: Smut (slight femdom, vibrator, cock tease, cock warming, hand job, using a vibrator on a cock, girl on top, these bbs being softies for each other) Notes: You can find everything about Maybe Today, Maybe Forever here. Set after “Inspiration” in 1995.Thanks to those who inspired this! Unbeta’d because we ride like thieves. Also I couldn’t find any good Pedro gifs that would load :( Summary: After a long week at work, Reader unwinds.

@grapemama @seawhisperer @huliabitch @pedropascalito @rogrsnbarnes @thewallpapergoesorido @twomoonstwosuns @gooddaykate @livasaurasrex @ham4arrow @plexflexico @readsalot73 @hdlynn @lokiaddicted @randomness501 @fioccodineveautunnale @roxypeanut @snivellusim @lukesrighthand @historynerd04 @mrsparknuts @synystersilenceinblacknwhite @behindmyeyes-insidemyhead @exrebelshocktrooper @awesomefandomsunited @ah-callie @swhiskeys @lady-tano @beskar-droids @space-floozy @cable-kenobi @cool-ultra-nerd @himbopoes @findhimfives @pedrosdoll @frietiemeloen @arrowswithwifi @random066 @uncomicalhumour @heather-lynn @domino-oh-damn @cyarikaaa @ahopelessromanticwritersworld @im-still-a-pieceofgarbage @ksgeekgirl @yabby-girl @xqueenofthecraziesx @punkass-potato @coredrive @pascalesque @theduchessofkirkcaldy @queenquazar @sabinemorans @buckstaposition @holkaskrosnou @yespolkadotkitty @fleetwoodmactshirt @seeking-a-great–perhaps

Work was rarely stressful since moving to Miami. Sure, there were definitely days that had you choosing whiskey over a bottle of beer, but for the most part — it was a stress-free environment, compared to working for the DEA.

You missed being home with Javier and Josie, but you loved working somewhere you were actually respected. Where you had control. Where you had a say.

But you fucking hated training weeks. You were up with the sun and usually home well after it had set. For five days in a row. Five thirteen-hour days in a row should’ve been made illegal.

Javier pressed a kiss to the spot where your ear met your jaw. “You’re a million miles away, baby.”

You blinked, turning to look at him then. “Sorry.” You rubbed at your bare arms as you glanced around the Murphy’s backyard. “I think I worked sixty-five hours this week.”

He chuckled, lazily curling his arm around your shoulders. “Yeah, you did. Is your brain still at work?”

“Sadly,” You admitted as you dragged your teeth over your bottom lip. “We should probably go while Josie’s down for her nap.”

Javier gave her shoulder three short squeezes before he rose up, “I’ll go tell Steve we’re gonna head out.”

Connie was pulling a weekend shift at the hospital, but Steve has graciously offered to watch Josie for the weekend. You had a feeling Javier had something to do with that.

You pressed the heels of your palms against your eyes, before dragging them down your face as you got out of your seat. You grabbed your beer bottle and Javi’s empty bottle and followed him into the house.

“Leaving already?” Steve questioned as he looked towards you with a wry grin. “I can’t blame you. They’re working you to death.”

You shrugged a shoulder, “I’ve got a couple days off this week. I’ll rebound.” You looked towards Javier then, an adoring smile spreading over your lips before you looked back at Steve. “Thank you for watching Josie got us.”

“I’m happy to help,” Steve rubbed at the back of his neck, before gesturing around the house. “Gotta keep myself occupied while Connie’s got a double.”

“Thanks again,” Javier clapped him on the shoulder. “Call if you have any trouble.”

“Will do.” He gave a mock salute. “See you both tomorrow.”

You dragged your fingers through your hair, shaking your hair loose, walking alongside Javier as you headed for the car. “I feel bad about leaving early, but I’m not feeling particularly social.”

Javier reached over and rubbed the small of your back, “It’s been a long week.”

You nodded, “I don’t know what I need.” You admitted, rubbing your lips together thoughtfully. “But I would like to take advantage of our childless night.”

“Yeah?” Javier looked surprised by that. “Stress relief?” He walked around the car and opened the passenger door for you.

“Stress relief.” You stopped in front of him, turning to meet his gaze. “It’s been a week.”

“I did try.” He reminded you with a smirk. “But someone fell asleep.”

You felt your cheeks warm, “I appreciated the effort. Falling asleep does reflect the quality of your work.” By the time you had gotten home Wednesday night, Javier had already gotten Josie fed, bathed, and put to bed.

You scarfed down leftovers, hopped in the shower to save time in the morning, and had attempted to take advantage of a somewhat early night with him. Instead, you’d fallen asleep mere minutes after he’d settled between your thighs.

“I’m not gonna hold it against you, baby.” Javier assured you with a chuckle, leaning in to press his forehead against yours, brushing his knuckles down your cheek. “What do you have in mind?”

You tilted your head and kissed him, “I’ve spent all week in control and I think I’d like that to carry over.”

Javier smirked, his hand dropping to your hip and giving it a squeeze. “Here I thought you’d want to be out of control.”

You shook your head, stealing another kiss. “Tempting.” You brushed your nose against his before ducking into the car. He shut the door closed for you before walking around to the driver’s seat. “You know how much I enjoy taking what I want from you.”

“And I love giving it.” Javier reached over and gave your thigh a squeeze.

“How’s your shoulder?”

His brows rose upwards as he started the car, “Not bad.” He admitted, rolling both of them to test that statement. “You planning on tying me up?”

“Maybe.” You rested your elbow on the center console, angling yourself towards him as you watched him. “Did you like it when I used my vibe on you?”

His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “I did.” Javier pressed his tongue to the inside of his cheek. “It was different.”

“Might be fun.” You reached over and rested your hand on his leg. “Keep your eyes on the road.”

“Baby—“

“I’m not doing anything you don’t do to me when I’m driving.” You pointed out, keeping your hand right there. Your fingers were curled towards his inner thigh, mere inches from the slight bulge of his cock.

“You’re a menace.” Javier shot you a look as he stopped at a light.

“I’m just resting my hand on your thigh,” You said sweetly. “Can I not touch you now?”

He swallowed thickly, “You know what you’re doing.”

“I’ll remember this next time you’ve got your hand on my thigh.” You gave his leg a squeeze before releasing your hold on him with a dramatic sigh. “Now I might not be as kind as I had planned to be.”

Javier snorted, “I’m sensing a power trip.”

You grinned, “Your favorite kind of trip.”

He rarely admitted it aloud, but he loved when you took charge, nearly as much as you enjoyed him overpowering you. You were certain you knew exactly what he got up to in Colombia and you were fairly certain you were the only who had gotten Javier to relinquish control.

And it looked good on him.

——

“You’re certain you can handle both arms being tied up?” You questioned as you looped the soft fabric of your scarf around his left wrist, drawing it up above his head. “I don’t mind leaving your right free.”

“Both.” Javier assured you, using his still free hand to grab at your hip. You were still fully dressed, but he’d already lost his shirt and jeans on the way to the bedroom. “I’ll use my word if I need to.”

You nodded, “I’m using a loose knot.” You explained as you drew his hand away from your hip and bound it to his headboard beside the other arm. “You can pull free if you really need to.”

“I’m not going to.”

“This isn’t just about me,” You reminded him.

“Baby, I’m here for the show.” Javier clicked his tongue against his teeth as he shifted beneath you.

You cupped both of his cheeks as you leaned down to kiss him. “I promise you’ll have a good time.” You told him, brushing your thumb over his bottom lip.

“I already am.” Javier assured you.

You kissed him once more on the lips, before trailing your mouth down the column of his throat. You scraped your teeth over the curve of his collarbone before you slid down the length of his body.

Your hands touched everywhere they could reach. Dragging over his waist and ribs, sliding back up over his soft stomach. “You’re almost as tense as I am.” You remarked, nipping at the soft flesh there beside his navel.

“I can assure that one part of my anatomy is very stiff.” Javier quipped with a strained chuckle.

“I noticed.” You smirked up at him, with the way you were laying you could feel his cock pressing against your stomach.

You left another gentle bite against his stomach, before you moved back up the bed to hover over him. “You look good like this.” You told him, running a hand up the length of his forearm to where his wrists were bound.

Javier ran his tongue over the edge of his teeth as he looked up at you. “Not as good as you look when I’ve got you tied up.” He shot back, rocking his hips beneath you as you strapped him.

“The night’s still young.” You told him, before you moved to get off of him. You sat down on the edge of the bed, leaning over to pull out the box you kept in the drawer. “Though, when I’m done with you…”

He snorted, “Do your worst, baby.”

You brandished the hot pink vibrator, “Still up from me using this?”

“Yeah.” He nodded, his eyes lingering on your face as he turned to watch you.

You knelt on the bed beside him, reaching out to rest your hand over the prominent bulge of his cock. “I love how worked up you get for me.” You told him, sliding your fingers down to tease his balls through the fabric of his boxers.

“Did you take care of yourself this week, Javi?” You questioned, squeezing ever so gently before releasing your hold on him.

He huffed quietly, “Yeah.”

You smirked, “I’m jealous that I didn’t get to watch.” You laid down on the bed beside him, shifting downwards so your head was parallel with his cock.

“I can assure you it wasn’t anything to write home about.” He drew in a ragged breath, “Happy to give you an encore presentation.”

“You’re ridiculous,” You rolled your eyes as you picked up the vibrator and switched it in the lowest setting.

Javier’s stomach clenched as you brought the toy down against his cock through his boxers. He squirmed beneath your attention and you couldn’t tell if he was trying to get closer to the sensation or pull away

You used your forearm to keep him pressed against the bed as you increased the speed to two. “You like that?”

“Yes.”

You dragged the toy over the length of him, watching as his pre-come darkened his boxers at the head of his cock. “I can tell.” You pulled the toy away, keeping your arm draped across his stomach.

“Baby, holy shit.”

You smirked, leaning over to press your lips to his covered cock, letting your warm breath play through the fabric before you returned the toy to his length.

Javier groaned, a throaty desperate sound escaping him as he bucked beneath you. You switched the toy up another setting, running towards the head of his cock, keeping it there for two beats before you pulled away entirely.

“What the—“ He rocked his hips upwards. “Fuck.”

You sat the still vibrating toy aside on the bed as you moved to peel his boxers down his hips part way. His cock sprang free, heavy and hard as it leaked with arousal.

“Wouldn’t it be a shame if I didn’t let you come?” You questioned, cupping his balls in your palm as you looked up at him innocently. You curled your fingers around his cock, leaning up to sweep your tongue over the head.

“You’re not that cruel.”

“I might be.” Your eyes flashed to his face as you brought the toy back to his cock, dragging it over the length of his cock, before switching it to a lower setting.

Javier keened. He bucked beneath you and struggled with the scarf wrapped around his wrists. He looked just this side of crazed and desperate.

“You’re going to fucking kill me.”

“Where’s the fun in that?” You questioned as you moved to straddle his legs, leaning down so you could take the head of his cock into your mouth. You swore you could feel the way that he throbbed as you slid your tongue over the sensitive bottom of his length.

Javier started to say something, but he didn’t get a chance to say anything once you placed the toy against the base of his cock, letting the vibrations work through him as you took his Vick in until it hit the back of his throat.

You retreated, just as you thought he was a second away from coming. His back bowed up off the bed, his rutting upwards. He swore— in both English and Spanish as you sat back and watched.

“You look so fucking hot right now, babe.” You told him, reaching down and running your hand over his lower belly. He was flushed and wild-eyed, lips parted and brow glistening with sweat.

You couldn’t help yourself. You leaned forward to kiss him, trapping his cock in between your bodies. He hissed and you couldn’t tell if it was pain or pleasure. “Javi, are you okay?” You questioned, stroking your fingers through his hair gently.

“I need to come. Fuck.” He grunted out, his dark gaze fixing on yours. “Baby, don’t be mean.”

You ran your finger down his nose and kissed him, “I can stop if you’d prefer.” You said coyly. “I do need sleep.” You teased him.

“Baby.”

You frowned, “Do you want me to stop?”

“No.” Javier assured you. “Did I use my safe word?”

You shook your head, before sitting back up, keeping yourself straddling his lower thighs. “Say the word and I stop.”

“I’m good.” He promised you, twisting his arms in the binding to give you a thumbs up.

You snatched up the toy, switching it to the highest setting. Javier’s eyes snapped open as he stared down at you, which only urged you on.

You pressed the toy against his cock, right beneath the head of his cock before sliding it down the length of him and turning it off entirely.

Javier groaned loudly, fingers clenching into fists at the headboard.

“You good?”

He grunted in response.

You moved to get off of him, peeling off your tank top before shimmying out of your denim shorts. “I had considered not letting you come at all.” You told him as you laid back down on the bed beside him, running your hand over his stomach as you tilted your head to look up at him. “But I’m not mean.”

You shifted further up the bed until you were settled with your cheek pressed against his shoulder. “And I want to feel you come in me.”

Javier groaned, “If I had known we could’ve been doing this after hard workweeks in Colombia…”

You snorted, cupping his jaw and turning his head so you could kiss him. “You knew exactly what I was capable of.” You reminded him with a grin. “I love you.”

His expression softened, a warm smile playing over his lips. “I love you too.” He strained against the scarf so he could catch your lips. “I’d love you even more if you were riding me right now.”

“So demanding for a man tied up,” You teased, running your tongue over his bottom lip before you pulled back. You’d needed this. The power, yes, but also the lighthearted freedom that came from exploring with Javier like this.

You leaned up on your knees, making a show of hooking your fingers into the waistband of your entirely unsexy pair of cotton underwear. But Javier didn’t care.

“Like what you see?” You questioned as you shifted to slide them off your legs entirely as you maneuvered yourself to straddle him once more.

“I see a lot I like.” Javier retorted, his gaze raking over you, adding to the fire burning between your thighs. Just from teasing him with the toy, you were slick with desire — ready for him.

With the toy and teasing Javi now forgotten, you curled your fingers around the base of his cock to keep him steady as you lowered yourself onto him.

Javier cried out your name as he bucked his hips upwards, driving the full length of his cock into you as you sank down onto him. You stilled atop hunched inhaling and exhaling slowly as you kept him buried within you.

“Baby, what are you.”

“Shh.” You told him, pressing a finger to his lips to silence him. Javier’s tongue darted out to sweep over your finger and you let him take your fingers into his mouth. His teeth scraped lightly over your skin, but his tongue was quick to soothe it.

“Do you like that?” You questioned, rolling your hips, keeping him inside of your cunt as your ground yourself against him.

“Fuck, yes.” He answered, his stomach muscles trembling with the effort he was exhausting to remain still beneath you.

“Javi?”

You pointedly rolled your hips and clenched around him when he didn’t respond.

“Hmm?”

“Can you behave?” You questioned and he nodded. “Slide your hands out of the scarf and fucking touch me already.”

Javier chuckled, the sound a low rumble in his chest as he twisted free of your bindings easily. His hands moved to your ribs, holding you there before he trailed his hands down to your sides and grabbed at your hips.

He let you guide the movements, watched you with pure adoration as you moved atop him. He relinquished so much to you — freely and willingly.

So much of this had been there that first night. The passion, the desire, and the love.

You sank forward, continuing to roll your hips, grinding onto his cock as you sought out his mouth once more. You ran your fingers through his hair, cupping his jaw as you kissed him.

“Baby,” He started to warn you, but he wasn’t quite quick enough. Your name fell from his lips as his expression was transformed by his release. You’d teased him long enough.

His cock pulsed as he spilled within you. Javier slid one hand up your back, grabbing at your hair as he looked up at you. “Fuck. Baby, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” You brushed your nose against his as you fumbled for the abandoned vibrator. You grabbed ahold of it, prying his hand off your hip and pressing the toy to his palm.

Slowly you sat back up, keeping the softening length of his cock within you as you circled your hips. You combed your fingers through your hair, tossing it back over your shoulders as you fixed him with a look.

Javier didn’t tease you the way you had teased him. He switched the vibrator onto four and pressed the tip of the hot pink toy against your clit.

You squirmed on his lap, your inner walls fluttering around his cock. The direct vibrations were enough to set you off. You arched your back, rutting against him as you came apart for him, milking every last drop of his own release from him.

Javier ran his hand up the center of your stomach, his fingers playing over your breast bone as they moved higher and curled around the back of your neck. He kept his hand there as he slowly sat up, his other hand holding your hips to his as he drew his knees up behind you.

“Keep your eyes on me.” Javier commanded softly, as he brought the toy back to your clit.

“Javi.” You breathed out as he pressed it against that throbbing little bud of pleasure and sent you careening over the edge anew. You weren’t even certain if it was a new orgasm or if he’d managed to prolong the first with an intense effect.

You grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand away. He got the message, shutting it off and tossing it aside.

“You’re fucking incredible, baby,” Javier praised as he peppered kisses down your throat. “I’m so fucking lucky.”

You curled your arms beneath his, your hands pressed flat against his back as you sank forward against him. “So am I.” You murmured, more than ready to bask in the afterglow of the cure to a long week.

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