#like these kiddos hugged for a living and not getting to every day anymore I think will always be weird

[tutuandscoot]

The way S hugs T in that photo they recreated at ISC 50th is legit one of the most emotional things I’ve ever seen. Is that not the hug of someone who is his favourite person in the world and he loves to effing bits ???in every other way that’s not officially family.

I don’t know how to explain it but it’s just so pure. The full embrace, the fact that you know he as the biggest smile on his face, the joy in the ‘I’m hugging my best friend’ of it all. It reminds me of the hug on the PYC podium just before getting their medals- the one I refer to as the ‘mum said we could have a sleep over!’ hug, just the child-like innocence and excitement in the simple things- not in that case simple they were being crowned king+queen but just in the fact they were standing there together and weren’t alone in celebrating their happiness, so same as here, just the simplicity of ‘I love you best friend’ 🥲🥲. You just know no one had to tell him to recreate that picture. He would’ve got to hand her flowers (this time surely ones he brought himself 🥲). The memories those two would have of that place. THATS WHERE THEY FREAKING MET (I don’t need to repeat it all it’s in T’s caption) it’s where they hugged and held hands and “kissed” for the first time ughhhhh😫. Just such a happy place for them it’s (in S case) literally his home and for T a very real home as well. Their home was on the ice in each other’s arms and they will always get to come back home to that happy place help me I’m feeling 🫠

Also the fact that T flipped the picture to make it match the original. 🥴

[i-love-oldermen]

|The Winchester|

A/n: Angsty so im kinda just writing, should I make a part 2?? Trust big plot twist

Summary: It’s been years since you’ve seen Dean, you left him but he was the love of your life.

Warnings: Some Language also not edited yet.

You didn’t know what you were getting yourself into, you were on a hunt by yourself. You left your family of hunters due to the fact they were to overbearing and thought you would get hurt all the time. You left 5 years ago and you hadn’t seen them since the big argument. No one has seen you, you made sure you never ran into someone that may have known you. Still finding cases in towns and making sure to change your name with every case although now you needed help so you went to one of the best hunters you know. Bobby Singer.

You had been hunting the nest for what felt like eternity

Contemplating your decisions you pull up to Bobby’s house. Parking your cherry red 1968 Chevelle, you turn off the roaring engine. That’s when you see Bobby coming out with a shotgun. You get out of your car, shutting the door behind you, you put your hands up and stand right next to your car while holding your side.

“Who the hell are you” Bobby doesn’t put down his shotgun. He looks you over noticing the blood on your shirt.

“Please I need your help Bobby, I’m a hunter too” he puts his gun down but puts it back up once you take a step towards him. “You know my father Bobby”

“What’s your name kid”

“Y/n. Y/n Harvelle”

Bobby lowers his gun. He has a sad look on his face, you don’t know why though. Yes your father did die a year after you left but you’re more careful then he was hunting.

“I know Bobby”

“You went MIA you had everyone looking for you” He gives you a look of disbelief.

“I’m good at hiding plus I didn’t wanna be found” you shrug it off as you follow Bobby inside his house.

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After a while you tell Bobby about the hunt you’re on basic vamp nest but you can’t seem to find the nests location. You both start going over the lore just double checking anything you could have missed. Your thinking is cut silent by a knocking at the door.

“You just stay here okay kiddo” you shake your head and stay in your spot at Bobby’s desk.

He opens the door calling whoever is on the other side idjits. You continue reading the book you have opened on the desk, when you hear his voice. Dean Winchester. You saw him a year after you left your family, the day your father passed. You were crying in his arms while he held you tell you fell asleep. When he finally woke up the morning after you were gone, you found out he had called your mother, Hellen while you were asleep so you disappeared and never talked to him again. Now though he was here at Bobby’s it was to late to run out the back door as Bobby led him and Sam to the living room where you were sitting.

Dean is speaking to Bobby “we just need some books for-“ when his eyes land on you he stops talking, as if he was frozen in place.

Bobby calls out to you “Y/n the Winchester boys are here”

You quickly get up from your spot standing up, biting the inside of your cheek. You look into Deans eyes hes just as beautiful as the day you left him.

Dean speaks first his eyes cold at first “I saw that Chevelle and prayed to god i didńt have to see you”

Bobby looks at Dean with a disappointed look “What is the matter with you Dean”

Dean looks at you again with nothing but rage “She knows what she did Bobby”

You feel your eyes begin to water, so you turn to Sam instead.

“Hey Sammy” you look at him with a sweet melancholy smile, before he slowly starts walking over to you and hugging you tightly. You can hear Sam’s voice begin to quiver “I thought you died”

You pull away from him holding his face in your hands “I can take care of my self Sam”

Bobby interrupts “Im guessing you guys were close”

“Yeah not anymore” Dean says full of anger or sadness you cant tell. He starts to storm out of Bobbys house so you follow him as he goes to the impala. He gets in his car before starting it and driving away so you do the same racing after him. You grab your phone, trying to call him but he doesn’t answer at all sending you straight to voicemail every time. He starts going faster taking turns to try to lose you but you stay close on his tail. He pulls over when he gets to a motel probably where him and Sam were staying. You pull up right next to him jumping out of your car as he does. Before he can make it to his room, you yell his name. You grab him by his hand as he yanks it away before turning to you.

“Please Dean wait” you look in his eyes to see anger layered on his face.

“No so stop acting like you care y/n”

“I do care”

“You dont get to say you care you left Y/n and you didnt come back, I didnt know if you were dead or alive” he took a step closer to you.

“You don’t get it Dean” you practically whispered.

He yelled back “I dont get what, you didnt want to be with me or the fact you couldn’t love me how i loved you”

As tears threaten to spill you yelled back “I did love you Dean that’s why I had to leave, I couldn’t lose you too”

Truth was on the day you cried in his arms you told him how much your father truly meant to you. You hadn’t told anyone. You told Dean you loved him that night right before he called Helen.

“I told you i loved you the day I left you in that motel room and you said nothing and called my fucking mother” tears slipped from your eyes as you kept eye contact with him.

“I was trying to help you y/n and you wouldn’t let me”

Just like before you were back in his arms as held you close. Not ever wanting to let go you wrap your arms around him as you let the tears spill. You hear his uneven breathing as he lets some tears slip from his eyes. You pull away as hes still holding and grab both the sides of his face, you close your eyes as each others lips crash into one another. His warm lips move in sync with yours, as if you guys never parted to being with. For the first time in a long time, you felt whole again.

You pulled away trying to catch your breathe “Listen Dean I love you more than you could ever know”

Dean wipes the drying tears off your face cradling your face in his hands. He has the smirk on his lips that you’ve loved forever “You love me more than your Chevelle”

You laugh a little “Without a doubt Dean Winchester”

“Good cause I love you more than baby” he pulls you back into a kiss, stepping on your tippy toes you pull him deeper.

You wake up from your dream you’re still at Bobbys. You fell asleep on his desk so he wrapped a blanket around you. You look at your phone to see the time read 3:15 a.m. You went to dial in the love of your life’s number memorizing the numbers. As you listen to the phone ring on the second ring he answers.

“Hello this is Dean”

[brrbrina]

the moment i knew

pairing: joe burrow x reader

warnings: ANGST!

Ever since you were a kid, your birthday was the most anticipated day of the year, counting down each day, gathering your friends and close family members for your typical birthday dinner which this time around was being held in her new house, the first house she ever bought with her big girl money,

"Honey I ordered the strawberry cheesecake you like, your brother will pick it up and bring it later today" your mom stated in the phone screen in front of where while she did her makeup, sadly your parents wouldn´t be able to make it to your birthday this year, they were on a trip to Europe and you were genuinely happy for them, you don´t turn 30 years of marriage every year.

"It´s okay mom, don't worry" you said smiling "By the way thank you for the flowers, they are the prettiest flowers I've gotten in the whole day" you said and sighed "What about Joe? Did he bring you the daises you love?" your mom said excitedly

"Um" you gulped "No, I haven´t heard from him since yesterday, he has been at practice the whole day, don't worry" you said scrathing your neck "I don´t want to hold you back anymore, I love you guys have fun" you said smiling as you heard your dad mumble "Happy birthday honey, we love you, you don´t turn 25 every day!" he said as you smiled and hung up.

Finishing doing your make-up, the door ranged "Coming" you called from the 2nd floor hoping to see your boyfriend on the other side of the door "Happy birthday bubbs I love you" best friend slash sister-in-law Molly said as your brother walked in with balloons and a bouquet of flowers. "Happy birthday kiddo" your older brother Nick said as he gave you a hug.

Molly and you have been best friends since high school, and eventually, your brother and her started dating when she was a sophomore in college and Nick was a senior, they got married last year and while you were happy for them you were a little bit saddened that they got married first, you and Joe had been dating since you were a freshman and he was a junior, you had talked about marriage before and you both knew you wanted to settle down together, plus after all you kind of understood why he hadn´t popped the question, he was in his second year in the NFL and he was concentrated on getting that ring, you hated to admit it but sometimes it haunted you in the middle of the night that maybe he wouldn't give you a ring until he got his, however before the season started and you were looking for a house Joe suggested you moved in with him, and while that was a topic you had in mind before, he never brought it up anymore.

“Look babe" you sat beside him in his living room with the computer in your lap.

"I think this painting would be cute in the hall before the stair what do you think?" you said smiling "Oh, it´s cute," he told side-eyeing it, and as much as you loved hearing his opinions on different things, you were mad he didn't stop you from buying it because that meant the thought of you moving in with him had left his mind.

"I´m going to miss being your roommate," you said while packing the stuff you had in his house in the 5 weeks you lived with him, it wasn´t the wisest decision to pay another month of rent if you were going to move into your new place in a few weeks so you moved temporarily into his house, hoping he would say something about you permanently living with him "Yeah, it was fun," he said looking at his iPad as he re-watched a play on Sunday, his O-line was letting the other team sack him and even though the Bengals won 37-35 due to a 2 point conversion play he was still bitter that the Saints got so close to winning the game.

"I'm going to put this in the trunk" you said going downstairs to pack the last few things needed to move to the new place and your phone rang.

"I´ve been calling you for the last hour, where were you," Noah said on the other line "Um," you said while accommodating the box on your hip to grab her phone and put it on speaker "I´ve been loading up mom´s truck with the stuff I need to move, you wouldn´t believe how many steps I've gotten today," you said chuckling "By the way," you said as you grabbed your phone making your way outside "Are you free tonight? I would really use some help to put a few things up like the TV and accommodate my bed" "Yeah I can give you a hand" your brother said on the other line "Great! I´m on my way there I´ll send you my location so you can come by. You´re the best bye!" as you hangs up and make your way back to Joe´s entrance, to grab your purse and the last box you needed to fully leave his house and go live on your own again,

"I´m going to my place, I´ll be back later" you yelled so Joe could hear her "OK!" he yelled back, closing the door you felt her stomach drop, it would be lies saying that his indifference hadn´t been bothering you lately, more than bothering it hurt, having no idea what was going on in your boyfriend's mine was a painful engraved thought in your mind,

After arriving at the new house and sending your brother the location, you began to arrange the things that were left in boxes so that when Noah arrived they would get everything done and he could head back home quicker, it had been heavy weeks, and as much as this big step was something you had done in the past, this time felt scarier and you didn't like that feeling.

Noah arrived shortly after a few things got done and as he was helping move the heavier stuff around he asked

"Where´s Joe? I assumed he would be here when I arrived and he wasn't so I thought he would get here later but clearly, he isn´t here" your brother said sitting at her new dining table as they both ate pizza that was ordered 30 minutes ago,

"Well you know, he´s busy," you said after taking a bite of your slice "Has he helped you at all?" he said in a tone you didn´t like, it was a tone of a mad slash worried big brother, you heard it for the first time when you were 15 and stood up on a date, you felt embarrassed for having to call your brother but after all, you always had a great relationship, he was her best friend and she was his, surely there were things you didn't tell each other but there was no use in trying to hide your sadness from him,

"No, I have no idea what has gotten to him, he has been so distant since before I moved to his house temporarily, he has been so concentrated on football and I get that, there are times I feel like maybe I´m just, I don´t know" tears started to form in your eyes stuttering "Maybe Im a distraction and it´s fine, I´m happy with him besides my birthday is coming up and I´m sensing he planned something for my special day," you said while feeling Noah hug her.

And your birthday, in fact, came around, it was around 8 pm when friends from college started to roll around, even Sam and Jamarr were stopping by, you invited the closest friend of Joe from the team, and as much as she loved the other ones you were really happy only both of them came to your birthday they were also your friends and you enjoyed being in their presence.

"I have no idea why he isn´t here, he left early from practice and we assumed it was because of her birthday" You overheard Sam talking to your brother before you entered the rest room, "Look, I´ll call him and see what´s up, maybe he is stuck in traffic," Jamarr said and Noah replied "Yes but make it quick because we need to sing happy birthday to her" and after what felt forever Molly made her way to her best friend with a cake on her hands and pink candles waiting to be blown, to your left it was Sydney, your best friend since the womb, your moms had been forever best friends and got pregnant at the same time without planning and she knew you like the back of her hand, "Make a wish G!" Sydney said looking at Gracie with her big green orbits, " I wish you were here to celebrate my birthday with me," you thought, blowing the candles, thinking of Joe.

You felt like the prettiest woman that had ever walked on earth, but what´s the point of feeling pretty if the person you thought while looking for this dress wasn´t there to twirl you around and tell you how pretty you looked, it was the most worrying thought but we have all felt that way sometimes. What do you do when the one who means the most to you is the one that didn´t show?

Tears streamed down your face, it was now 11:59 and you hadn´t heard from Joe in the whole day. When you started dating you told him this was the day you were most excited about "I will always be there to celebrate with you, I will make every day your birthday if I need to" he said before giving your face kisses.

Remembering that know, hurt, it hurt in ways you never knew could hurt, you were scared this day would come, it was this irrational fear of abandonment you felt since you were a kid, you told Joe the thing that haunted you in the middle of the night and this was one of them.

But as the hours ticked by and everyone went home, Joe still hadn't shown up. Your hurting became worrying. You tried calling him, but he didn't answer. You sent him text after text, but he didn't respond. As the night wore on, you started to feel more and more anxious. Was he okay? Had something happened to him? There was no way he would forget her girlfriend's birthday right? He was in love with her and he would never hurt her, right?

You cried her way to sleep and woke up to a few texts

Amore: Happy birthday!!

Amore: I´m sorry I didn´t make it last night I came home and fell asleep and woke up about 10 minutes ago. I´m leaving for an away home at 3pm, I promise you we will celebrate when I come back. Love you!

You didn´t reply, your brain was empty and having a headache due to the tears, it was the worst birthday ever. As the morning went by and you scrolled on TikTok you came across a video that broke your heart. It was Joe sitting in your favorite restaurant, sitting in a booth across from a woman you had never seen before, it looked like they were having a great time and you hadn't seen Joe smile like that in forever. Was this it? Should you confront him?

He should´ve been there, with the "Baby, I'm here smile" with the biggest bouquet of flowers and telling you how pretty you were the whole night, looking at you with loving eyes but he wasn´t there, he was with someone else and that made your heart sank, how could you be so sure he would be the father of your kids and the one you would grow old with if he didn't felt the same?

Y/N: I'm sorry too you didn´t make it, have a safe flight.

[lexisnotasimp]

Welcome home movie idea!

Note: It would be placed in 2010

Main Character: Blaye dills. She is a 10 year old girl with brown hair and blue eyes.

Blaye just moved into a neighborhood in Texas.

She is lonely since all the people living there are older people. Blaye's parents moved in because it was cheap, which is suspicious to Blaye. As Blaye unpacks her stuff into her room, she sees a dresser with an old tv on it. She thought, "Maybe the last people gave it as a gift for us.. Or mom and dad bought it, and I didn't know...." Then she looked through the drawers and found some cassettes that say: "Welcome Home" on it. Blaye was confused, so she put the cassettes on her bed.

Time skip a day later:

Blaye was just chilling and decided to search up the show that was labeled on the cassettes. She found a website all about it. She was amused and decided to look through it.

She looked at it for a while and then decided the next day while her parents were gone, she would look at it.

Time skip another day later:

Blaye's parents left her home alone for the whole 24 hours since it was a safe neighborhood, and they were going to a one day hotel stay. Blaye was watching tv, eating, and doing normal stuff. Then she decided to watch the cassettes. She put the cassettes in the player on the old tv. She saw the show introducing the main characters in the theme song. Wally Darling, Howdy Pillar, Eddie Dear, Poppy Partridge, Sally Starlight, Barnaby B. Beagle, Frank Frankly, Julie Joyful, and home. The whole episode had parts with the characters (like crafts with Eddie, shows with Sally, Ect.). Blaye was so intrigued, so she watched more. Then she got a text from her mom saying, "Me and your dad are staying a second day hun. Please be safe." Blaye then sighed, It was obvious her parents didn't care for her that much. So she kept watching the episodes. The weird part is that every episode it gets more fuzzy. Blaye just brushed it off, though, because she was certain it's because they are just old.

1 hour time skip:

Blaye went into the basement to get paint to pant a drawing. And then she saw something weird. It was the real puppet of the Mailman from Welcome Home: Eddie Dear. Blaye saw that it had dirt all over it and looked old. She then picked it up, and Eddie Dear stared at her as he said, "Stop playing the tapes...". Blaye was shocked, so she threw it on the ground in fear. Blaye then brushed it off as a hallucination.

1 day time skip:

It was 11:00 pm and the next day her parents were coming back. She kept watching the tapes and she saw one that was named "Homeworming". Blaye turned it on. She watched the whole 22 minutes (insert her watching the awayfrompryingeyes.net video). She was so scared at the part where Eddie was in fear that she turned it off. Blaye then heard talking outside. She walked outside and saw that she was in the Welcome Home neighborhood. She knew she was not sleeping because it hurt when she pinched herself. Then Eddie Dear the mailman grabbed her and went into her house with her. He then said, "I told you not to watch anymore of the tapes!!! It's dangerous.. Stay in your house with me.." Blaye was in fear and started crying. Eddie hugged her. "As long as Wally ain't here, we will be fine.." Wally then comes in.. "Hello, Neighbors.. It's nice to meet this new face.." Wally says,"Go away!" Eddie says in anger

Wally then snaps his finger, and they appear in a dark room.

"No! No!" Eddie screams. Blaye then curls up in fear. The room goes dark, and Eddie screams in pain... The room lights turn back on, and Eddie's legs are missing... Blaye screams in shock. "I'm okay, kiddo... I'm just a puppet. A sentient one.." Blaye sighs and keeps crying. Eddie pats her head. "It will be okay, kid.. I hope.." Eddie says. Then Wally comes in with a knife. Eddie stands in front of Blaye. "MAKE A RUN FOR IT!!!!!" Eddie says as Blaye then runs out, and Wally chases her. "Get back, neighbor!!!" Wally says manically. Blaye then runs into her house, and just before Wally can kill her, she turns off the tape, and then Wally dissolves into nothingness. Blaye looks out her window and sighs in relief when she sees her normal neighborhood out the window. Blaye immediately hides the tapes back in the drawer. She then rushes to the basement and sees the Eddie Dear puppet.

"Keep me in a box in your closet, and when you ever want to watch those tapes again, please tell me first!!! I can tell you how to watch them without getting transported to Home.." Eddie says in a calm but firm tone.

"You're actually alive!!!" Blaye says.

"I've always been.. When you saw me get hurt, that was a hallucination.. But home is a real place.. you were transported to another world.." Eddie says.

Blaye then puts him in a box and takes him to her room.

"Untill your parents come back just keep me on the bed so I can protect you if Wally somehow gets out..." Eddie says looking at her.

A day later:

Blaye's parents come back and Blaye hugs them but her parents obviously don't care about her. Blaye goes back to her room, sighing. She puts the puppet of Eddie Dear in the box and puts him in the closet.

The end.

[emseebeans]

Can I Tell You A Secret?

Prompt: Secrets from @roosmavprompts Rating: T Tags: Fluff, Getting Together

“Hey Mav?”

“Hm?”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Maverick grins and glances up from where he’s bent over the open hood of Carole’s car. Bradley is standing to his right on the driveway, five years old and jittering with excitement about whatever he wanted to tell Maverick.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

“I have to whisper it to you,” he says earnestly waving his hand to gesture that Maverick should come closer.

Maverick steps away from the car and crouches in front of Bradley. Leaning forward, Bradley cups his hands around Maverick’s ear.

“I love you,” he whispers.

Maverick laughs. The kid’s too sweet for his own good. Wrapping his arms around Bradley, he pulls him into a hug.

“I love you too, kiddo.”

And that becomes their thing, whenever Maverick visits, and Bradley follows him around like a duckling.

When he jumps onto Maverick’s back, small enough to be carried and demanding a piggy-back ride. “Can I tell you a secret?”

When Maverick comes down with the flu on his visit and spends the weekend on their couch, and Bradley wiggles his way into Maverick’s arms so he can bring him his stuffed goose. “Can I tell you a secret?”

When he’s a teenager in the midst of his growth spurt, suddenly taller than Maverick but still the same sweet kid who runs to the driveway every time he hears Maverick’s motorcycle. “Can I tell you a secret?”

And then months before Bradley graduates high school, Carole dies, and the biggest secret between them is the phone call Maverick had made to Iceman, carefully explaining her last wish.

He doesn’t know how to tell Bradley “she doesn’t think you’re ready.” And he especially doesn’t know how to say “I don’t think you’re ready.” So he keeps the secret held to his chest, holding his breath every time Bradley talks about flying. Waiting for the inevitable moment when it will all come to a head.

And come to a head, it does. When Bradley finds out, there are no more secrets to share between the two of them because there isn’t the two of them anymore. Bradley puts up a hard wall and the only glimpses Maverick has of his life are brief updates from Iceman.

Fast forward twenty years, and the first time Maverick sees Bradley again is at the Hard Deck, watching him swagger over to the pool table looking so much like Goose. Despite the long separation, he feels his chest seize with just as much love for Bradley as he’d had when he was small enough to fit in Maverick’s arms.

There’s a chasm between them, though. One that’s too wide to cross. Not after too much hurt. That is, until the mission. Having Bradley on his wing feels as natural as breathing. Saving each other’s lives starts a bridge that’s finished after a number of long silences, stilted conversations, and apologies. They slowly fall into the ease of being around each other and having Bradley back in his life is a missing piece clicking into place.

But Bradley’s his own man now, and the love Maverick feels for him shifts into something much more than familial affection. There’s an attraction that swims through his veins. It surges through his body every time Bradley gives him a soft smile, his eyes crinkled with happiness. Every time Bradley settles into place next to him when they’re cleaning up at the sink after dinner, his heat leeching over to Maverick’s skin. Every time he nudges his way into Maverick’s day-to-day routine.

And through some miracle (miracle #3, Maverick thinks), he isn’t left alone to stew long. After enough charged and heated moments, he finds himself pushed into his bedroom, Bradley’s lips hot on his, both of their hands grasping to remove every piece of clothing they can find. It’s desperate, it’s sweet. There’s laughter and Bradley’s admirably filthy mouth. Maverick falls asleep that night sore, sated, and sweaty, Bradley cuddled in his arms like an over-sized bear.

When Maverick wakes up the next morning, his muscles are stiff, he’s alone in bed, and he can hear whistling in the kitchen. He slips on a pair of shorts that he’s pretty sure are Bradley’s and leaves the bedroom. He finds Bradley in the kitchen, half dressed with messy hair, and filling the coffee pot with water while he bobs his head to the morning radio.

He looks up when Maverick walks in, and they share a grin.

“Morning,” Bradley greets. His voice is rough from sleep.

“Morning,” Maverick replies. As Bradley dumps coffee grounds into the hopper, Maverick rummages through the cabinet for a pair of mugs.

“So…last night was���” Bradley trails off, and Maverick glances his way, raising an eyebrow.

“Good?”

Nodding, Bradley smiles, starting the coffee maker. “Really good.”

Maverick hums in agreement. It’s an understatement. There’s a happy feeling swelling in his chest, as bright as the sun.

When he sets the mugs on the counter, Bradley moves in behind him, setting a hand on either side of the counter and pinning Maverick in place. Maverick shivers at the warm breath ghosting across his neck.

“Hey Mav?”

“Hm?”

“Can I tell you a secret?”

Maverick is positive the grin spreading across his face is too wide for his cheeks to handle. He turns to face Bradley in his arms. Bradley’s own eyes are dancing.

“What is it, sweetheart?”

Cupping Maverick’s cheek in one hand, Bradley smiles, closing the gap between them to whisper it against his lips.

“I love you.”

[persephone11110]

Daddy’s Little Girl

pete mitchell x daughter reader

Warnings: death, angst, crying, angstw/happy ending

Summary : pete mitchell never thought he end his year by burying his daughter Elliot.

Callsign: Robin

AN: to make up for writing something happy i finished a draft about death.

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“Bye Dad”

Her goodbye were the last words he heard before her plane dropped to the ground,crashing to shredds. His eyes widened as he watched it blow to pieces. Before Cyclone and Warlock could utter a word to him, Maverick bolted out the door into his office locking the door behind him.

One thought entered his mind and never left,His little girl is dead. He violently kicked his chair over, shoving things off his desk. Not caring about important papers that were now a mess.

Death has struck yet again, claiming the young life of his only daughter and only child.

Death has stripped the lives of wingmen Goose and Iceman, Carole and now his little girl.

Commander Elliot”Robin” Mitchell is dead, and shes not coming back. Maverick always thought Elliot would get his flag not the other way around.

He thought back to his house that he once shared with his daughter who’s laughter filled the entire house. Now is completely slient unless he has a random movie playing on the tv.

Pete”Maverick” Mitchell has lost many people he loved in his life.

First his father Duke Mitchell.

Then his bestfriend/wingman Nick Bradshaw and not far behind him was his wife Carole Bradshaw.

And the man he once hated with every fiber in his body Tom Kazansky.

Lastly his little girl, the reason why he always made it his mission to come home alive. He no longer has a reason to live.

For the past thirty three years Pete Mitchell has had the privilege of coming home to someone. He had the opportunity being able to have someone call him dad, he no longer has that choice anymore.

Instead of celebrating with Elliot, is he now mourning her death. Never in million years did Pete Mitchell think he’d be getting her flag, since he gotten into top gun and had a kid he always thought it be the other way around.

For days Maverick was convinced that Elliot wasn’t dead, that her f-14 didn’t blow: he like to pretend she went MIA. Fully knowing his daughter would never abandon her mission even if meant dying to protect others.

Dark thoughts entered his mind and didn’t leave for quite sometime, he wanted to die, Maverick wanted to join everyone.

“No parent should have to bury a child”

*******

He dreaded this moment in his life, the last time he got to see Elliot.

There she laid in the casket dead, her skin paled and her face lacked her sunny smile she always had.

He drowned out Vice Admiral Simpson words as he spoked about his daughter about how amazing a pilot she was. Maverick listened to Bradley sadly talk about there childhood together.

Tears dropped down his face as they approached with her flag, he grabbed it and hugged to his chest.

He punched her wings into her casket, walking away from her for the last time.

*******

Now alone Maverick stood over Elliot’s gravestone running his hand down it.

He heard flapping over his head, Maverick watched a robin land on Elliot gravestone. He smiled sadly looking at the innocent bird, the little robin tilted its head at Maverick looking at him examining his every move, every emotion.

The bird flapped it feathers again, moving to the head of Elliot’s gravestone. He swiped his hands across his face getting rid of all tears the that were once falling.

He spoke to his daughter knowing she’ll always be listening dead or alive.

“I love you Elliot, I’m so proud of you Robin”, Maverick looked up watching the tiny robin getting ready to leave him.

He and the robin departed as he walked away from the graveyard, he smiles proudly observing the robin fly upwards to the sky.

“Bye Kiddo”

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stepdad!raymond ༉‧₊˚.

couldn’t stop thinking of stepdad!raymond taking eli on a 3 day trip to a rainy coastal town for labor day weekend

˚ · .

raymond of course wants vanessa to be there— he’s never really spent more than a day or two with eli without her but she’s super busy for the weekend

the two make it a boys trip except raymond doesn’t love the outdoors when it’s rainy, but he does enjoy fishing

the drive to the port city is abysmally long. like hours and hours and hours of nonstop driving. the only stops being quick potty breaks or stops at the gas station

raymond simply cannot say no to eli when he runs in and finds snacks and drinks he wants. even if they’re super unhealthy

eli’s so excited about a bottle of bug juice that he downs the whole thing in minutes— meaning they have to keep stopping for bathroom breaks, even when there are no outhouses

eli is definitely in the back in a booster kicking raymond’s seat

“quit it or i’m turning off the music” (the music being disney sing-a-long songs per vanessa’s suggestion)

raymond is a hotel man. 5 stars if at all possible but he’ll settle for 4 or maybe 3 if necessary

when they get there it’s cold and rainy and dark and raymond shakes out his wet hair when he enters the lobby of a nice hotel

he comes to the counter fully expecting them to have a room but they’re completely booked.

no worries- he’ll just go to the next hotel..

booked also.

surely the 3 star hotels aren’t full, so raymond drives the two of them to those.

all of the hotels. all of them. are fully booked. every single one in this whole town.

raymond has to take deep breaths as they sit in the silent car. he calls vanessa and she answers immediately, happy to see them. she isn’t so happy though when she sees raymond’s stressed out demeanor.

“you didn’t call ahead or make reservations?!”

“i thought they’d have plenty of rooms.” raymond steps out of the car so he can curse. he doesn’t know eli can still hear him. “there’s like a billion hotels in this goddamn town and none of them have a fucking room? like what?”

when he gets back in from talking with his wife, he puts on a happy attitude for eli.

“it’s okay, buddy. we’ll figure something out, yeah?” he turns around in his seat to see eli in the back and gives him a fist bump.

there’s an rei close by that sells everything raymond and eli need to camp tonight and more. it’s not as extensive and big as the one close to where they live but it works just the same.

he buys a tent which was probably too much money, sleeping bags, a tarp, pillows, lanterns, pretty much everything they didn’t pack.

he uses ash’s phone number for the membership and they get a discount. (ash loves hiking and rock climbing, so naturally he has an rei membership)

setting up was even more difficult for raymond. it might have been fine if it wasn’t so dark out but what’s worse was it’s raining.

his nose and ears became pretty red but nothing compared to his hands. they were so cold and he got so frustrated setting up this tent.

“are you okay raymin?” eli pipes up when raymond enters the warm, running car. he knows he’s wasting gas and draining the battery but he’d rather have eli cozy and dry in the car than out there in the cold rain with him.

he smiles when eli says “raymin”. he doesn’t try to correct him anymore because eli just continues to pronounce it like that.

“i’m fine kiddo i just need to warm up in here for a minute.”

once raymond finally finishes setting up, he wakes up eli who had fallen asleep in his booster seat.

eli, groggy and holding his blankies, makes his way to the inside of the tent. raymond quickly picks up the tail ends of the blankets that eli was dragging on the muddy ground.

inside the tent was small, but just spacey enough for the two of them. well, for a large 6’3 man it was not preferable but eli thought it was huge.

a frigid chill arrived in the morning but the rain had stopped. raymond found little eli between his buff arms, hugging him for heat.

the day was much more enjoyable now that it was actually. daytime.

and the two did all the things raymond planned.

eli looked cute in his little green raincoat and froggy rain boots. holding raymond’s hand and jumping through puddles.

they made their way to the pier where raymond taught eli how to fish. eli got bored of it extremely quickly so he just sat in the folding chair next to raymond’s tacklebox, playing on his phone.

it was too big in his hands but that didn’t stop him.

“raymin! uncle ash is calling!”

“uncle? ash is not your uncle, who told you that?”

“he did!”

that night raymond was able to get a room for them in a nice hotel for once. he was relived to finally be able to shower after all that; a day long drive, a muddy camping night, and an all day fishing session. but now it was finally time to get clean and relax.

“raymin!” eli’s voice called from behind the close bathroom door. “can you help me turn on da shower?”

raymond got up and opened the door to see little eli trying to cover himself with a large towel. raymond chuckled at how he literally was not covering himself at all in the back— tiny buns just fully exposed.

he turned on the shower for him and asked eli about the temperature. he said it was fine but the water was “too fast” and “felt like needles.”

raymond noticed the water pressure too. it was definitely too high for a kid. a bath it is then.

raymond wasn’t used to taking care of eli like this. he knows vanessa would be doing this better but he was determined to be a good father.

he let eli play in the tub for a little, sitting on the closed toilet on his phone, texting vanessa pictures from their fishing excursion, before he noticed how disgusting eli’s little dinosaur toys were making the water.

dirt and sand and mud came off the second eli put them in the tub and raymond was quick to take them out, wash them in the sink, and toss them back in.

at some point they all sank and eli couldn’t find them under all the suds and bubbles.

raymond scrubbed him clean and it reminded him of washing his dog, bruce. both somehow more muddy than he realized and neither of them could ever sit still.

raymond snapped a picture of eli with his hair soaped up to a point on the top of his head like a cone. raymond’s warm laughter disappeared the second his phone slipped out of his hand and dropped into the tub.

“shit!” he muttered and tried fishing it out but it kept slipping and sliding around at the bottom. eli was having an absolute giggle fit at this.

later the two watched cartoons on the tv. the channels were weird, like they always were on hotel tvs, but they enjoyed it.

toy story 2 was playing but it was nearly over so they channel surfed.

“i wish dey had disney plus!” eli says, falling asleep into the big covers next to raymond.



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thinking about them coming back to this town like 10 years later.

it’s become a tradition now to go every year together.

teenage eli casting his fishing pole on the pier next to raymond.

they talk about nothing and everything. just enjoying their labor day weekend together there in the rainy, beautiful town.

the first night they camp in a tent, the second night they stay in a hotel.

“hey dad can i ask you something?”

“absolutely bud,” raymond responds, looking through his glasses as he replaces the hook at the end of his fishing line.

eli grabs the line so it’s still, making it easier for raymond. “so.. there’s this girl i like..”

“uhuh..”

“and i was thinking about asking her on a date when school starts again.”

raymond looks at eli and nods. “yeah no, that’s great! i think you should. sometimes you need to just bite the bullet.”

“like you did with my mom?”

“exactly like i did with your mom.” raymond says, knowing full well vanessa is the bold one out of the two of them.

“what are your plans?”

“well uncle ash said i could borrow his car..”

“how many times do i need to tell you he’s not your uncle.” raymond chuckles and casts the line.

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surprise | part two [ joel miller ]

⋯ SUMMARY ; the birthday celebrations continue...

⋯ WARNINGS ; female!reader, smut [ oral sex -- male receiving, not using the kitchen as intended, unprotected sex -- no glove, no love ] + mature language 

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you had started on making pancakes, or at least an attempt at making pancakes. you had to guess at the measurements and the ingredients that went into making them as there was no pre-made mix anymore. you just hoped to god it turned out good and not a complete mess.

joel met you in the kitchen after a few moments, now fully dressed as he made his way over to the already brewed coffee. he uttered a quick ‘thank you’ as he poured himself a cup, giving you a quick kiss to your temple as he sat back against the counter and watched you cook.

it was moments like this that he felt relaxed and could come to enjoy. he didn’t have to worry about the things outside the walls of jackson. there was no worry or looking over his shoulder to make sure he was fully safe. plus, getting to watch you dance around the kitchen as you cooked was the highlight of his days.

the shutting of the back door, drew attention to ellie, who came bounding into the kitchen with her gift tucked carefully behind her back. you turned down the stovetop, turning to greet the younger girl with a smile as you waved her into the room.

“happy birthday, old man.” joel barked a laugh, cringing slightly as he set his coffee on the counter next to him, “now i’m not that old, kiddo.” he watched you stifle a laugh as you pulled plates and cups from the cabinet, shooting a quick smile over your shoulder as ellie settled herself at the makeshift island.

“ellie, you want to give him your gift? maybe before he dies from old age.” at joel’s scoff, the two of you giggled, watching as a small smile made it’s way to his lips, “good one.”

ellie removed her seemingly small gift from behind her back, holding the piece of paper gently in her hands before holding it out for joel, “i didn’t have any wrapping paper.” he took the paper from ellie’s out-stretched hands, flipping it over with the same gentleness. his brows furrowed and for a short minute, ellie thought he hated it.

you stepped behind him, looking over his shoulder at the gift. it was a drawing of joel, done entirely in pencil. while the drawing itself was simple, it conveyed joel perfectly, showing every little detail you loved about the man next to you. “i ...don’t know what to say, kiddo. this is great.” ellie let out the breath she had been holding, smiling up at her father-figure as he lifted the drawing to show you with a smile of his own.

“we’ll have to frame it.” you gently took the drawing from joel’s fingers, heading to set it down in the living room so you could frame it later, away from the mess of the kitchen. when you re-entered the kitchen, you lifted a plate in ellie’s direction, motioning to the stove. “do you want breakfast?”

she smiled, nodding her head as her and joel headed for the small table at the corner of the kitchen. plates were loaded with pancakes and you carefully walked them over to the pair, smiling as ellie reached for the syrup before joel could get his hands on on it, the action accompanied with her giggle.

breakfast didn’t last long, ellie had quickly shoved the pancakes down her throat before jumping up to pat joel on the shoulder and give you a quick hug before she was out the door.

as joel finished up, you followed the young girl to the door, stopping at the porch to wave with a smile.“be careful heading to dina’s!” the younger girl was quick to spin around to face you, a light blush dusting her cheeks as she grumbled something to herself. “have fun!” you called before stepping back inside the house and making your way into the kitchen.

arms found their way around your waist, pulling you against his chest as kisses where placed to the top of your shoulder. his arms guided you into a simple sway, your body moving in time with his own. a gentle hum of apperication was feel against joel’s lips as he smiled, moving to rest his cheek against your temple. “you gonna eat?”

he watches as you nod, gently turning in his arms as he catches your lips stretching into a sly smirk as your fingers grip the front of his belt. your deft fingers popping the buckle open before working open the front of his jeans.

“what are you doin’? his words of mild panic catching in his throat as you dropped to your knees, his hands coming to stop your hands from working his cock out from his briefs. “sweetheart, ya don’t - shit!”, a curse erupting from his throat as you leaned forward to press a kiss to his tip, letting your tongue gently swipe away the building pre-cum. his fingers grasped the base of your jaw, sweeping your loose hair into one bundle at the back of your head.

you glanced up at him through hooded lids, your lips surround his cockhead, sinking down around him slowly. relaxing your jaw to guide him further in, stopping just short of your gag reflex.

joel’s jaw clenched, his hands reaching to steady himself against the counter, you own hand coming to grasp at his hip to keep him still. the other moving to hold him firmly at the base. you slowly moved back, setting a painfully slow rhythm. the sight was arousing to say the least, getting to watch joel’s resolve break with each swirl of your tongue and slow pull of your hand along his base. “shit”, his knuckles white gripped the counter as eyes screwed shut and breathing became erratic.

hips jerked at a particular pull, sending his cock further down your throat causing you to sputter lightly, “sorry, darlin’.” he grit out, biting his bottom lip to keep from pushing his hips into you. joel pulls you away, ignoring your protests as he tugs you to your feet. wasting no time in turning the two of you around, bending you over the counter as your dress skirt is bunched at your hips, “what about my plans?” you grumble against the counter, as fingers dip under the waist band of your panties to pull down the length of your legs.

“later. just need to do this now.” he promises as he unzips his jeans, pushing them down far enough to pull his cock from its confines. he hums, finding you still wet from earlier’s romp in the sheets. the head of his cock brushing along your slit, gathering your wetness before he’s pushing into you. bottoming out in one fluid stroke. he allows you a short time to adjust, relishing in you winded moan as you scramble for purchase on the counter infront of you when he draws his hips back, pushing back into you with a sharp and calculated thrust.

he’s quick to set a brutal pace, pounding into you. sending ripples of pleasure down the length of your spine with each solid thrust of his hips. the tips of his fingers dig into your hips, dragging you back to meet each one of his thrusts, pushing himself further into you each time.

you cried out each time his hips meet yours, your soaked cunt clamping down on him as the coil in your belly begins to tighten, “so tight, sweetheart. feel yer gettin’ close.” you nod against the counter, a deep moan ripping from your throat as his thumb reaches to rub quick circles against your clit.

you whimper loudly, sobbing quietly as you squeeze his cock, coming seconds later. your orgasm shuttering violently as it washed over you. joel growls, attempting to keep his composure through your uproot orgasm before he gives a final thrust.

he cums, spilling into you with a deep grunt as his arms loop around you. pulling you to rest against his chest as he holds you close. breath heavy against the skin of your neck as he works on letting it return to normal. he nuzzles into your jaw, smiling when he feels your fingers tug playfully at the wild strands of hair, “still interested in breakfast?” you whisper, sparing a glance to the cooling plates. joel chuckles, nodding against your neck before pressing a kiss to your cheek before he gently pulls himself out of you. grabbing the nearest dish towel to clean the two of you up.

your dress slides back down, and you cheer slightly when you find the breakfast is still warm, shoving the plate in his direction with a glowing smile, “happy birthday, baby.” he smiles, forking some breakfast into his mouth with a slight moan, “days not done yet babe.” he shoots you a wink, watching a mischievous smile stretch across your face. oh, it most definitely isn’t.

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[mersuperwholocked-lowlife]

Just Like You

Word Count: 1,228

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester (mentioned), John Winchester, Reader

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Sister!Reader

Warnings: angst, death, small fluff

A/N: ---

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“Do you have your crayons?” Dean bent down next to you, while you nodded quickly.

“I don’t wanna go to school, I wanna stay with you,” you looked up at him.

“You need to go to school, (Y/N/N). I’ll be here once you’re done with the day,” Dean said.

“Will you stay with me, please?” you begged. You mustered up the best puppy dog face you could, learning from Sam.

You turned five, calling you to do something you deeply dreaded, starting school. 

“I can’t stay with you, kiddo,” your eyes watered slightly, not wanting to leave your older brother.

“Hey, look at me,” he put his hands on your shoulders before wiping your tears.

“Be strong, kiddo. You can do this. I had to go to school all by myself too,” Dean raised an eyebrow.

“You did?” you asked softly.

“Mhm, it’s the first step in becoming a strong, smart person. So, are you gonna go?” he asked.

You nodded your head as he pat your back.

“Great, now let’s go,” he smiled softly, while you held his finger.

It was no secret that Dean wasn't only your big brother, he was basically your dad. John was never around, and you were something as a surprise to the three Winchester boys. That didn't stop them from taking you in and taking care of you. Dean always stayed with you and always protected you. 

You admired your big brother deeply, always wanting to be just like him. He knew the way to get you to do anything was to say that he did it too. 

He led you to your classroom, giving you one more hug before you ran off, running to your new classroom.

---

You ran into the hospital, your eyes watering as your heart was aching. You could hear John yelling at you to stop.

“Hi there, kid. Do you need some help?” you saw a nurse bent down, looking at you slightly worried.

“Where’s De?” you asked softly.

“Who? Kid, do you have a parent or something?” she asked.

“(Y/N),” John ran to you, holding you tightly.

“You need to calm down, right now,” his voice was low and threatening as he walked you to Dean’s room.

“De!” you pushed away from John, running to Dean’s bedside in an instant.

“What the hell did I just tell you? He needs to rest,” John pulled you away from Dean, while you fought back.

“No, I wanna stay with Dean!” you cried.

“Stop acting up!” John gripped your arm tightly as you winced.

“Dad, you’re hurting me,” you tried to pull away from him but his grip only got tighter.

“We’re going back to the hotel room. You’re being an embarrassment,” John barked at you.

“Let her go, now,” Dean was fully awake, sitting up in his bed while you and John looked at him in shock.

While John was distracted, you ran back to Dean, while he grunted, picking you up.

You wrapped your small body around him tightly.

“I’m okay, kiddo, I’m not going anywhere, I’m right here.”

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“I don't get what the big deal is,” you looked at the passing cars through the window.

“You don’t get… you could've died, (Y/N)!” Dean yelled at you.

“You’re being overdramatic,” you shrugged.

“No! We had a deal, (Y/N). You were allowed to come with me if you stayed in the hotel like you were supposed to. And not sneak off on your own,” Dean continued to scold you.

“Why does it matter, Dean?! I solved the case and I didn't get hurt!” you yelled back.

“I get you’re acting out because you think we’re not paying attention but I am! I know what’s best for you,” he was clearly frustrated, his knuckles going white as he gripped onto the steering wheel.

“You hunted when you were younger than me. I’m ready to hunt, Dean,” your voice was lower than before.

“You’re not ready to hunt,” he replied.

“When will you stop telling me what to do? I’m old enough to take care of myself-” 

“Stop talking. Just… don’t (Y/N). I can’t deal with your stupid teenage angsty crap,” your eyes watered slightly as the car went quiet.

You continued to stare at the trees passing by, taking your focus away from your anger and hurt towards Dean.

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“You wanted to be just like me. What the hell happened to you?” Dean stood across from you in the bunker.

Your skin was paler, your eyes were red.

You ran away from the bunker, ran away from Dean. You would have made it on your own if Jody hadn't caught you, and immediately called Dean.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” you shook your head.

“I don’t want you to say anything! I want the truth!” Dean tried to keep his voice calm.

You continued staying silent, at a loss of words.

“(Y/N), I swear to god if you don't open your fucking mouth,” you took a deep breath.

“You can’t control me anymore. I’m old enough to leave,” you said.

He scoffed, crossing his arms.

“You're being overdramatic,” he scoffed.

“Almost everyone else in our lives is dead. Being here is just a constant reminder of that fact. Every time you stop me, I’ll just leave again, and there’s nothing you can do about it.” you crossed your arms, while Dean clenched his jaw, standing in front of you in silence.

He walked away, without saying another word as you let out a shaky breath, putting your head in your hands before running your fingers through your hair.

You grabbed your bag once more, leaving the bunker, this time for good.

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Dean had his arm on your shoulder, while you were slumping down, weakened. You could barely walk yourself as Dean pulled you up.

“Keep your eyes open, kiddo,” Dean grunted.

You collapsed onto the floor, groaning softly.

“Shit, I-I’m sorry. Come on, let me help you up,” Dean said. His hands were shaking as he tried to lift you up.

“Dean… stop,” your tears fell down your cheek.

Blood seeped out of your wound quickly, your breathing was shaky.

“We can still save you-” he started.

“I-I’m sorry for leaving all those… I shouldn’t have left you,” you cried softly.

“It’s my fault for telling you to leave. I wasn’t thinking straight. Come on, (Y/N), you can’t die,” Dean felt a tear fall down his face before moving you slightly while you cried out.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you cry before,” you tried to laugh, before coughing.

He applied pressure to your wound, while you cried out softly. 

“I’m sorry,” he apologized.

You could feel your life fading away as you let out a shaky breath, reaching for Dean’s hand.

“Thank you for everything,” you said softly.

“(Y/N),” he stroked your cheek softly, knowing there was no way to save you. He shut his eyes, taking a deep breath.

“It’s cold,” he clenched his jaw, before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Yeah, I know,” he shook his head.

You closed your eyes, your body going limp. Dean kept his eyes shut, holding in his cries while he held you tightly. He took care of you for as long as he could remember, and now you died in his arms.

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More Than Just Survive

Pairing: Daryl Dixon X Reader

Word count: 1.2 K

Requested by @petrified-teeth : hey, i have a request if you’re still doing walking dead requests!! a daryl x reader set during either season one or two, hes pining after the reader and when he sees them playing with carl, maybe giving him a piggyback ride or something, he gets really flustered thinking about him and the reader raising their own kids??? only if you want to!!

Summary: Daryl sees you playing with Carl and he suddenly realizes he wants kids. With you.

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Daryl never thought he could fall in love. He didn't even know the feeling. But it hit him like a train the moment he saw her.

(Y/N) was flustered when he stumbled on her in the woods, running from the city. Ripped clothes, messy hair, and heart racing. Daryl was a bit rude at first, taken aback by how beautiful she was. He met many women, but nobody claimed he hears like this, from the very first moment. From the very first sight.

And he lost his mind from that moment on.

Her safety was his priority. Keeping her feed and warm and dressed. She became his whole world.

Daryl was happy to find the farm. He didn't agree with Hershel's methods, and he didn't like all the new people around him. But it was better than staying on the road, and when winter comes, she'll have a warm place to sleep. And that's what matters.

“Whoa. Nice hunt.” She says, eyes set on him. The deer he shot was heavy on his shoulders, but he was glad for the huge amount of meat he provided. That he provided to her. “What about some more lessons later today?”

“I'll teach ya ta’ clean it. C'mon.” He says, tilting his head to the open area East of the house where he set his camp. And where you set yours, despite the offer of a room in the house. Daryl tried to convince her, but she's too much of a hothead to accept it. He didn't want to admit it, and he never will, but he rather has her close by. Daryl sleeps better knowing she's in the tent right next to him, only a couple of feet away.

“I have to help Carl with homework. Give me ten minutes.” She says with a bright smile, and Daryl's heart starts beating so fast he thinks he might die.

Can someone die from love? Because if that's possible, Daryl knows he's damned.

“Fine. Hurry up.” He grunts, walking past her.

(Y/N) gives him an eye roll and a giggle. She sees right past him and he's fake anger. She knows him, maybe too well.

Daryl goes to his camp, dropping the deer and cleaning himself the best as he can. Everyone gets to shower once a day, and so does he. For her. He even cleans under his nails once a day.

Ten minutes pass by quickly, and then another ten, and (Y/N) still hasn't come. So Daryl makes his way to the wooden table under the three, where Carl usually sits to study. And there's where she is, but instead of peacefully sitting down, she's has Carl hanging on her back, a burst of laughter flowing out her lips.

“You're too heavy, kiddo!” She laughs, stumbling a little before standing up straight. “Jump off!”

“Let's see how many squats with me on your back!” Carl yells, swinging his legs. “C'mon!”

“I'm so gonna drop you off.” She says, grabbing his thighs and bouncing him up. “Ready?”

“Born ready.” He nods and she starts, crouching down over and over again, laughing, making silly comments with Carl.

(Y/N) would be a good mother. This thought comes to him suddenly, and at the same time, another acknowledgment.

Daryl Dixon never thought about having kids until this very moment. And it's a weird feeling. His father was a devil, but he will make it different. He will be different.

He and (Y/N) have this unlabeled relationship. Always around each other, talking, hugging. (Y/N) takes every chance she has to lay her head on his shoulder. At least once a day. And Daryl feels like his heart is trying to jump off his chest.

“Five! Six!” Carl counts as she laughs and squats.

“I can't anymore, kiddo. Drop off.” She complains, and Carl jumps to the ground. “My back hurts now.”

“(Y/N),” Daryl calls, gesturing for her to come when she looks at him. “C'mon.”

“Bye, kiddo.” She says, messing with Carl's hair.

Daryl patiently waits until she reaches him before he starts walking again. She smells good, like the strawberry shampoo he got her a while ago. She gives him a stare, a smile, and a wink, grabbing his arm and keeping the slow pace.

He doesn't care if the world ended. He knows he wants a family. And he wants it with her.

“I don't wanna do that!” You say the moment Daryl opens up the deer. “I can kill it but I can't do that.”

“Ya gotta learn. What if yer out there alone?”

“That's easy to fix.” Sitting on the three logs you keep near the tent you cross your legs, eyes set on Daryl despite the rather disgusting task he's into.

“How?” He grunts, blue eyes giving you a curious glance.

“We'll never be apart.” Shrugging your shoulders, you giggle at the eye roll. “What? We haven't been apart ever since we met, D. And I don't want to be apart from you. Never.”

“Did ya ever think about havin’ kids?” The question comes out of nowhere, and it takes you by surprise. “Ya get along with Carl jus’ fine. Thought ya'd be a good mom.”

Biting your lip, you silently stare at him for a while. “Yeah. I always wanted to have kids. I still do.” Blushing a little, you look down at your hands. “But it's... It's really hard to find a Daryl who could be the father.” The words come out a little too low, but by the awkward silence, you know he heard you. “I-I mean–”

“Nobody would want ta’ have a child with me, (Y/N).” He mutters, and when you look up at him again, he's focused on his task, peeling the skin off the deer.

“If you have the balls to propose, Daryl Dixon, we might start working on that right away.” You try to keep the sassy tone, but your whole body burns. It's not a secret you love Daryl. And it's not a secret he loves you.

“Yer jokin’.”

“M’ not.” Giggling, you put a strand of hair behind your ear. “I'm not.”

“Huh.” He mumbles, eyes burning through you. “We can talk about that when I'm done here.” Daryl's voice is low and raspy, and you can see a reddish color on his neck. “Gotta get this ready ta’ feed the group.”

“Mhmm.” You nod, smiling.

This wasn't how you expected your day to end, with talkings about kids and marriage. But the world ended, and the least you can do is try to be happy. Nothing is easy, nothing is simple, but you want more than just survive. You want to live.

And you want Daryl to be part of that.

[a-small-batch-of-dragons]

Nobody Left Behind

Prompt: So I don't know if you're taking requests? But I just watched Lilo and Stitch for the first time since I got into TSS and I've adopted the headcanon that it is Remus's *favorite* movie (and he's memorized the script) and I love your writing and I'd love to see something angsty involving Remus feeling lonely/unloved by his brother, and maybe Lilo and Stitch is involved somehow. IDK, go wild. (and feel free to ignore this if you aren't taking requests) <3 - anon

it is Le Fluff™ hours my good bitches

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Warnings: Remus has some abandonment issues, but it’s not too much

Pairings: it is platonic all the way down, babes

Word Count:  2935

Ohana means family.

 Family.

 FamILY.

 What a weird word.

Sometimes it’s the people you’re born with. Well, not ‘with,’ not necessarily, but the people you are born to. A mother, a father, a sister, a brother. Sometimes two mothers, sometimes two fathers, sometimes a different parent. Sometimes two sisters, sometimes two brothers, sometimes a different sibling. Sometimes a mess of assorted people that all share the same blood. A family.

 Remus wasn’t born.

 He was made though, crafted and shaped and born out of the swirling chaos of a child’s mind that didn’t understand the world well enough without other people to help. He remembers getting cobbled together from scraps of thoughts and feelings and morphing them into limbs, into features, into something that vaguely resembled the body of the child he was made to fit. Not the ‘fitting’ was ever his job.

 Just his brother’s.

 Is his brother his family?

 By all accounts he should be, right? A brother is one of those people that are traditionally part of the ‘family’ group, right, someone to laugh with, cry with, fight with, live with. But is Roman really his…brother?

 That’s what they decided to call themselves because nothing else worked. They weren’t really brothers, they were halves. But they weren’t really halves because there was never a whole to begin with.

 The King wasn’t a ‘whole,’ he was…well, he was the King. Half of a king is not a prince. Half of a king is not a duke.

 Half of a king is a mess of blood and bones and viscera dripping off of the end of a Morningstar in the middle of the night when only a destroyed facsimile makes the insanity bleed away just enough to breathe again.

 The closest thing to twins, is what they decided on eventually. They’re twins. One light, one dark. One that marches boldly into danger to confront the wickedness of the world, one that dwells in the shadows and cackles with the demons nipping at his heels. One that loves, one that isn’t loved.

 Sure, they had some things in common. They both loved to fight, hence the scars and the bruises and the wounds that would never, ever heal, the distrust that would never be fixed ever, because the urge to sink their teeth into each other’s necks and rip never went away. They both loved to make, Roman the peaceful lies he tells himself to make up for the gaping wounds Remus leaves as he carves his perfectly tailored destruction. They both love Disney.

 Roman’s made it part of his whole deal as the Prince, he loves Disney. He bursts into song every chance he gets, drags the others in until the Mindscape rings with joyful song and there’s nowhere left for any sadness or darkness. He takes his lessons from it, models himself using the traits of the characters he admires most. Cultivates his art of storytelling, perfect to a tee.

 Remus loves Disney too. Loves how easy it is to twist the lens to distort the image just enough to let the darker parts of the Imagination run wild. What is the real implication of never growing old, never understanding what it means to die? What kind of person curses a ten-year-old boy for being cautious about who he answers the door to? What could the story have been if the prince never comes to save the day?

 When they were smaller it was fine. When they were still getting used to the fact that they weren’t King anymore, they used to sit and watch so many Disney movies. Roman’s favorite was always changing, one week it was Beauty and the Beast, then it was Mulan, then it was Cinderella, it never stayed the same.

 Remus’s was always Lilo and Stitch.

 Roman never understood it, said it was boring, there wasn’t a prince, there wasn’t anything exciting. Remus said that aliens were plenty exciting, thank you very much.

 But they would always watch it. The King wasn’t there anymore, but the prince and the Duke were.

 …when they were smaller, there was one time where the prince wasn’t there at all.

 Remus remembers waking up one day and feeling like he was being Split all over again. The maggots in his bones reached their awful little mouths into his heart and pulled, yanking him all the way across the bed and to the door, howling and screaming for his twin.

 Only to be met with a blank wall.

 He remembers howling at the top of his lungs until Janus had rushed to his side, kneeling down next to him and telling him shh, be quiet, hush now, you’re alright, you’re not hurt. And when he couldn’t explain that he was hurt, half of him was missing, Remus needed to go find him, Janus’s mouth had hardened into a thin line and told him that there wasn’t anything to worry about.

 He remembers thinking that was a lie.

 But it wasn’t. It wasn’t a lie.

 Roman was fine.

 Roman was more than fine, because Roman had a family.

 Roman had Patton, who is the actual manifestation of sunshine and rainbows and loved so much it almost burns. The darkness that wrapped around Remus’s corner of the Imagination screeched and hissed at the very idea of being loved that much, even as part of him strained with all its might to get to it. But Patton would never set foot near this side of the Mindscape.

 Roman had Logan, who represents everything true about the Mindscape, about Thomas, about the world. The reality of things that would never let anything Remus created make it anywhere close to anything important because it was dangerous, it was hurtful, and it was wrong. Logan wouldn’t want anything to do with something so useless.

 And that was okay. Because Roman may have been gone but Remus wasn’t alone. Remus had Virgil, who lived with fear soaking every fiber of his being. Remus had Janus, who wrapped himself in darkness and obscurity and laughed.

 But then Virgil left. And now Roman had Virgil, who used Thomas’s anxieties to keep him safe, to help Roman and the others figure out what to do, how to take care of everybody, and how to make the darkness go away. And Virgil would never willingly sink himself back into the darkness when he’d spent so long clawing himself out of it.

 But that was okay, because Remus had Janus. Janus, who plotted and schemed and smirked at how easily the others were pulled along by his strings, luring them deeper and deeper as Remus readied his Morningstar for the trap to be sprung.

 But then they sprung the trap and everything went wrong.

 Roman didn’t want to fight. He just…he let Remus knock him out and didn’t show up again except to scoff and say he didn’t like him.

 And that was…wrong.

 Because Roman wasn’t supposed to like him but he was never only supposed to not like him. Roman was supposed to declare that he wasn’t welcome and try and slash him with his sword. Roman was supposed to try and banish him from the Mindscape and spit insults at him until he left, cackling all the while. Roman was supposed to hate him.

 But Roman didn’t hate him, he just…he just said he didn’t like him.

 But that was okay, because Janus could just come up with a better plan with him this time. They could do it properly, and Roman would hate him again and it would be back to normal.

 But then Janus left. And now Roman has Janus, who keeps his eyes where the prince’s aren’t, when he can’t see what’s happening or he can’t bear to look, to help Roman figure out what to do when what seems to be happening isn’t anything that the prince is used to dealing with. And Janus would never willingly step away from a place that finally accepted him.

 Roman has them now. Roman has people that chose him. Roman’s family chose him. He chose them. They chose each other.

 Remus’s grip on his Morningstar slackens and the thing falls to the ground with a heavy clunk. He moves numbly through his room until he can fall to his knees on his bed.

 He just came from the living room. They were all there. Roman was talking with Logan, ranting about some new show they were both watching. Janus was in the kitchen with Patton, making something for dinner that everyone—well, almost everyone—could eat. Virgil was on the back of the couch, reaching out for Roman’s shoulder every once in a while.

Remus had waited behind the couch. For someone to sit down, for someone to see him and shriek, or even maybe—just maybe—for someone to ask where he was.

 But no.

 Patton had come over and gently ruffled Virgil’s hair, saying that dinner was ready. Logan and Roman had moved into the kitchen, demanding Janus’s attention and pulling him into their conversation. Virgil had murmured a quiet thank you and Roman had asked him for what?

 “Y’know,” Virgil had said, “for…this.”

 “Of course,” Roman had laughed, the soft rustle of fabric as he probably pulled the emo in for a hug—what did those feel like?— “I should be thanking you?”

 “What for, kiddo?”

 “I dunno, it just…feels like it’s been forever since we’ve all sat down for dinner together.”

 Remus’s chest had started to hurt.

 “The whole family.”

 The whole family.

 Remus’s eyes well up with stubborn tears and he angrily swipes them away, baring his teeth at the memory and focusing intently on the things on the bed. Each hand-stitched, each carefully kept clean.

 His family.

 He reaches out with a shaking hand and tucks the blue frog plushie into the crook of his arm, crawling into the middle of the bed and balancing the purple spider on his shoulder. His hands keep shaking as he wraps the long yellow snake securely around his neck, clutching the head under his chin and nuzzling it protectively. The dark blue cat he holds in his other hand, careful not to tear its tie as he scrunches in on himself.

 Wait.

 Wait.

 Where is it?

 No, no, no, no—

 Remus growls, placing all of his family gently on the floor before all but tearing at his sheets. Where is it, where is it, where is it—his heartbeat starts to rise as his search grows more frantic, where is it, where is it—

 The slightest little puff of red hair and he howls, lunging for it and sweeping it into his lap. He pauses to make sure the lion’s crown didn’t fall off and sighs when he sees it still in place. He sets the lion between his legs and leans over, adjusting everyone back into place and scrunching himself into a ball again. He rubs his nose against the lion’s fur and nuzzles into the soft fabric.

 He’d never be able to forgive himself if he lost them.

 Because Ohana means family.

 Family means nobody gets left behind or forgotten.

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There’s a knock on his door.

 Why is someone knocking on his door?

 They knock again.

 Remus looks up, carefully butting the spider out of the way with his head and sitting up. The snake hangs off his shoulder and he lets it, only missing its warmth once the knock sounds again.

 The frog and the cat watch him warily as he climbs out of bed, the lion clutched in his hand.

 The door squeaks slightly as he opens it.

 “So, I’ve got popcorn, I found the weird gummy snakes, and they had this chocolate-covered bacon which we have to try—Remus?”

 Roman?

 Roman stands there, his arms full of snacks and blankets, his head tilted. He glances behind Remus—probably to check something or other—and then back at him.

 “Remus? Are you okay?”

 “Why are you here?” Roman doesn’t like him.

 “It’s movie night, Re, of course, I’m here.” Roman chuckles nervously before taking in his tear-stained face. “Hey, Re, what’s going on? Are you okay? Can I come in?”

 Why is Roman here? Roman has his family, what is he doing here? With Remus?

 “Remus—“ oh, right, Roman’s talking to him—why is Roman talking to him?—in a soft voice now— “Remus, hey, look at me.”

 Remus blinks. Oh. Roman looks concerned now, he’s reaching for him.

 “Hey,” he murmurs as he ruffles Remus’s hair, “what’s going on? Have you been crying?”

 Remus nods dumbly.

 “I’m sorry, Re, can I help?”

 Help? Why does Roman want to help?

 Oh, he’s waiting for an answer.

 “…sure.”

 “Thank you,” Roman says softly, “can I come in?”

 Remus steps aside wordlessly and Roman walks in, pausing when he sees the rest of Remus’s family on the bed.

 “Did you make them?”

 Something dark twists in Remus’s chest as he sees Roman reach for the spider.

 “Don’t.”

Roman backs off, stepping back as Remus snatches up his family and cradles them in his lap, glaring at Roman and curling up on the bed.

 “I won’t, Re, I’m sorry,” Roman says, still speaking softly, “can I sit?”

 “…floor.”

 Roman sits on the floor, setting aside the blankets and snacks, looking up at him. He still looks concerned. Why? Roman doesn’t like him.

 “Why weren’t you at dinner,” he asks gently, “I was worried.”

 Worried? About him? Remus snorts.

 “You had your whole family there,” he spits, “why would you worry?”

 “But you weren’t there,” Roman says like that makes any difference, “so I was worried.”

 Remus shakes his head. Roman doesn’t get it. Roman doesn’t worry about him, he worries about other things. But if Roman wants to know why he wasn’t at dinner, he’ll tell him.

 “I was with my family.”

 Roman’s brow furrows as he glances around again. “…your family?”

 Remus huddles protectively around his family. “Yes. My family.”

 Roman’s eyes widen as he takes in Remus’s posture and how he reacted when Roman asked about them earlier.

 “…are they your family, Remus?”

 “Yes.” He holds them tighter. “I chose them. They won’t leave me. They won’t forget me. That’s what family means.”

 Something crosses Roman’s face and he lets out a wounded noise. Wait. Are they fighting?

 “Wait, Remus,” he murmurs, rising up to his knees, “did you—did you think we forgot you?”

 “You did forget me.”

 “I’m sorry, Remus, I would’ve come to look for you, but I thought—“ Roman shakes his head— “no, it doesn’t matter what I thought. I should’ve come got you, Re, I’m sorry, I—I didn’t mean to leave you behind.”

 Oh.

 “…you didn’t?”

 Roman shakes his head furiously. “No, Remus, I promise. I never meant to leave you.”

 “But everybody leaves me.”

 If possible, Roman’s eyes are now wider and he scrambles for the edge of the bed. “What do you mean, Remus, what do you mean everybody leaves you?”

 “You left. Virgil left. Janus left. Everybody left.” The lion’s mane brushes against his lips as he bows his head. “But not them. They won’t leave me.”

 “Oh, Remus—“

 Something big lunges at him and Remus whimpers, he doesn’t have his Morningstar, he doesn’t want to fight, he doesn’t—he doesn’t—

 What’s happening? He feels warm and he’s being squished and Roman is pressing himself against him and what—what—

 “What’re you doing?”

 “It’s a hug, Remus,” comes Roman’s voice, slightly muffled, from over his shoulder, “I’m hugging you.”

 Oh.

 Oh.

 “R-Ro?”

 “Yeah, Re, I’m here, I’m right here, I won’t forget you, I won’t leave you behind, you’re my brother, you’re my family, I choose you.” Roman’s grip tightens on him and Remus just about gasps. “I choose you and I want you and I like you.”

 Roman…Roman likes him?

 Roman chooses him?

 Roman won’t…leave?

 “No, Remus,” Roman promises as he cautiously asks, “I won’t leave. Not unless you want me to.”

 “No.”

 “Then I’m not going anywhere.”

 That’s it.

 Remus throws his arms around his twin and sobs, cries an entire ocean of tears into his brother’s shoulder because he’s here and he cares and he chose Remus. The darkness shudders as that small part of him surges forward, into Roman’s chest, finding a home in the prince’s heart and languishing in the warmth there.

 “I’m right here, Re,” Roman murmurs, stroking up and down his back, “right here, I’ve got you.”

 The snake drapes itself cautiously over Roman’s shoulder, the spider taking up watch on his knee. The cat and the frog stare at him, making sure he isn’t lying, that he won’t change his mind. The lion, sandwiched between them, feels the reassuring rumble from Roman’s chest and purrs.

 After a long, long time, Remus pulls back a little and scuffs a hand over his nose.

 “…did you say something about chocolate-covered bacon?”

 Roman’s smile lights up.

 “Let’s put on Lilo and Stitch and we’ll try it.”

 Ohana means family.

 Family means no one gets left behind.

 Or forgotten.

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[lotusthewriter]

Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans

Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe

Rating: T

Relationships: Peter & Tony

Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark; MENTIONED - Ben Parker

Summary: Peter stargazes, only to remember the brevity of life.

Word count: 1.459

AO3

TRIGGER WARNINGS - discussions of death, existential angst, past character death, past near death experiences, fear of death and trauma

DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY.

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Every night has been the same for the past year. In some of them, Peter will go to a building under the starry sky, hoping to get any comfort for his inner turmoil. To no avail, because stars, like everything else, are not eternal.

All stars explode one day, even if it might take millions of years. Many might have already exploded a long time ago, but you can still see them shining through in the sky. Possibly every night, new stars come to replace the absent, perished ones, blown up to nothingness.

Stargazing only reminds Peter that he won’t be seeing the stars again one day. He won’t feel the rain falling, or the sunlight touching and warming his skin, or May’s hugs, or the pizza that he eats. One day, it’s all going to be over. Permanently.

The stars in his life have already exploded. His parents, his uncle… who knows, he might be next.

“Peter, your heart rate is rising.”

He sniffs, feeling the tears beneath his mask.

“I-I’m fine, Karen.”

“Would you like me to call Mr. Stark?”

Peter would’ve said no automatically, especially now in the middle of the night, he wouldn’t like to bother his mentor… but the bad feeling in his stomach gets the best of him, and so he finds himself complying.

“… Okay.”

“Calling Tony Stark.”

The line rings a couple times until it’s picked up.

“Hello, kid?” Tony says, confused, not tired. “Your patrol should’ve been over 3 hours ago.”

“Hi. I know,” Peter sighs.

“What’s up then, kiddo?”

“I… I haven’t slept well lately.”

“You certainly sound like it. What’s wrong?”

Peter doesn’t want to burden him with an existential crisis, but there’s nowhere else to do anymore. Going up here never helps, despite the fresh, chilling air. If anything, it’s only suffocating.

“I keep thinking, Mr. Stark,” he gulps, not finishing the sentence.

“Thinking…?”

“… about death.”

Tony grows silent.

“N-Not like I want to…” Peter clears his throat. “I mean, I just think about death itself. Sometimes it just kinda hits me out of warning, the reminder that I’m going to die one day. It’s been worse after my uncle died, and no matter what I do, I’ll always remember that death exists, that death is inevitable, and… I get scared. Really scared.”

“Oh, Pete…”

“I-I usually try to ignore it, but it keeps coming to me all of a sudden. I’ll be living my life normally until it comes back to haunt me. I just wish it would stop.”

Tony seems to try to process an answer for him, because he takes a little while to reply.

“Listen, I’m already on my way to you. Can you hold on for a minute?”

“O-Okay,” Peter sniffs again, his mask getting wet and uncomfortable. “I’m sorry, I feel like I’m losing my mind.”

“No need to be sorry, kiddo. I understand how you feel.”

“You do?”

“A lot more than you imagine.”

The teen pauses, noticing the background thrusters in Tony’s end.

“Be right there,” the latter says, finally ending the call.

Once Peter removes his mask, he starts crying more. Were he still young, he would’ve run to his Uncle Ben for a hug and words of reassurance. But he’s never going to feel Ben’s arms wrapping around him tightly, nor is he going to smell his cologne ever again.

He doesn’t want to imagine himself exploding when the day comes, too.

It takes a couple minutes for him to hear the thrusters again, like they’ve come to rescue him from his thoughts. Peter doesn’t hide his teary face.

“H-Hi,” Peter manages.

“Hey. It’s beautiful up here, huh?”

“Yeah.”

The small talk doesn’t last.

Tony is sitting next to him now.

“I’ve always been… aware of death, since my parents died. But I never really thought about what it meant,” Peter explains. “Not until I lost Ben. He was the closest person to me, and then… he was gone.” He lets out a lost sob. “It made me realize that death is permanent. Death is final, and worse, it’s completely random. It can happen to anyone anytime. I-I could die at any moment, especially as Spider-Man.”

Tony doesn’t interrupt him.

“I know it’s how nature works, I know that that’s the point of living, but…” Peter’s voice breaks. “It’s so terrifying, Mr. Stark. I don’t like imagining what it must feel like. I don’t think there’s anything at all. Imagine not feeling anything. You just… end. Forever.” He sobs again, hugging his own knees. “Every time I think too much about it, I start panicking, because I don’t want to die. Even if it takes hundreds of years, I don’t think I’ll ever be ready to die.”

Peter buries his face in his knees, scared of the stars up above. Scared for all those that have exploded and will yet explode. Remembering the brightest star of all, his uncle, dying in his arms, losing blood, losing the life in his eyes.

He then feels an arm wrapped around him, pulling him close to metal. Unlike what you’d believe, it’s not at all uncomfortable. It’s solid, it’s… alive.

“You’re right, Pete,” Tony tells him, calmly. “Death is scary. It being random is precisely what makes it so scary. And when you’re a hero, death is even closer to you than to other people.”

Peter’s tears fall in Tony’s armor, and they roll down until the end.

“I-I don’t know how people just… live normally knowing they could die at any moment. I just- feel like hiding in my room forever,” the boy weeps.

There’s a hand on his curls, smoothing them gently. Peter shivers at the contact, especially at the hardness of the metal.

“… I was in a similar place before.”

Peter sniffs. “Really?”

When he looks up, Tony’s gaze is tired, sad.

“It was after the alien invasion,” he says. “I couldn’t even function normally. I would hide in my workshop, not sleep for days, working endlessly on suits to protect me, to protect Pepper. I also had plenty of panic attacks.” Tony then looks up. “I faced death so many times, that… I thought something would go wrong at any moment.”

Peter has never heard him sound that way. Tony was usually honest with him, but tonight… he’s never sounded so hurt, without even breaking.

“And well, things did still go wrong. Horribly wrong. I almost lost Happy, and Pepper… and Rhodey,” he continues without shedding a single tear. “Even years later… I’ve lost so much.”

Despite not panicking like Peter, Tony is the most vulnerable he’s even seen him. For a moment, the man seems… lost. But then he’s looking at Peter again, like the boy is his whole world, and there’s light in his deep, dark eyes.

“But then… I still gained something,” Tony smiles sadly at him. “I got to meet you, Peter. And since then, my life seems to be making sense again. It’s meaning something again.”

Peter only gazes back, awestruck, tears still falling. Tony raises a hand to gently wipe his wet face.

“I understand your fear. Maybe more than anyone,” he says. “I certainly don’t blame you, kiddo, death is horrifying, it’s a curse everyone’s doomed with. It’s the one thing we will never escape, no matter what science does, no matter what religion does. Everyone, everything we know is going to cease.”

Tony moves Peter’s one unruly curl out of his face.

“Even then, I think the one thing that still makes sense out of all this… is that we’ve got each other.” He’s smiling with his life. “We’re going through the same thing. And what we can still do, is take care of each other.”

The teenager is being hugged tightly, which he immediately returns with everything he has. He can’t let this fade away.

“I promise you, Peter, you’re not going to die on my watch,” Tony reassures. “You’ll be safe with me.”

Peter sobs harder, his fear yelling, but thankfully, being held and acknowledged.

“I’ve got you,” Tony whispers in his year, rocking him side to side. He would’ve probably complained that it makes him feel childish, but at this point Peter could not care.

The night feels less scary right now, for the first time in a while. The two heroes hold one another for some more time, until it’s 2 AM, and Tony flies him back home, and stays with him as May is in her night shift tonight. They watch TV together, Tony makes him some hot chocolate and it warms Peter’s heart, quieting down his disturbed mind.

It takes a while for Peter to fall asleep – mostly because he’s been afraid to –, but with Tony here, he has nothing to worry about.

[duffs-shot-glass]

The Promise (Slash x *daughter!* reader)

*photo not mine, found on pinterest, credit to owner*

The Promise

Slash x (daughter!) reader

Fluff

WARNINGS: profanities, mentions of alcohol and drug use

Word Count:1,121

Requested by: someone on wattpad <3

This was a request for a Slash x daughter imagine where the reader and slash have a conflict/fight :)

I know this might be kind of short so I’m sorry about that. Hopefully you enjoy it though! Also, I did this in Y/N’s POV hopefully that’s okay. Thanks for teh request, have a great day/night! <3

Y/N’s POV:

I stared at myself in the vanity mirror as I tried to come up with an idea. It felt like the bruise on my neck was staring at me, waiting for me to freak out. The concealer sitting in my makeup case seemed very tempting. I told myself I needed to tell him, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. How would he react? I know he did a lot of things when he was younger, but that doesn’t mean he wants me to do them. After one last look at the hickey I made up my mind. I’m hiding it. Maybe someday I would tell him I had it, or maybe he’d find out before it was gone. As of right now, makeup would have to do. The makeup was cold on my skin. I watched as the dark red and purple spot slowly disappeared from my sight. “Y/N! You ready?” My father’s voice echoed in the staircase as I frantically put away my makeup. I knocked over many products as I struggled to hide my tiny accomplice. “I’m coming!” I yelled. Tonight was our weekly movie night. Every Saturday my father and I would watch a movie and catch up with each other. I took a deep breath and made my way downstairs. The maple wood of the stairs slightly shone beneath my feet. My dad was standing in the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn. “You excited kiddo?” His face lit up as he saw me. “Yep.” I nodded my head slightly and made my way to the couch in the living room. My dad grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. “So, how was Jessica’s house?” shit. Jessica was my best friend. I was supposed to stay the night with her last night, but that isn’t what happened. Jessica’s parents were out of town and we took advantage of that. We threw a party and somehow I ended up with a hickey. When I woke up this morning I was in Jessica’s room on the floor with a massive headache. I barely remembered anything from the previous night. When I discovered I had a hickey I completely freaked out. I had never talked to my dad about boyfriends or anything of the sort. In all honesty, I didn’t even remember who gave me the hickey. “Hello? Anyone there?” my dad joked as he stuffed his face with popcorn. “Oh uh yeah it was great.” He nodded his head in understanding. “What’d you do?” “W-what?” He raised his eyebrows. “What did you do at Jessica’s house? Give me details.” Sweat was building on my palms as he asked questions. I gulped and rubbed my neck nervously. “We just uh hung out. Ya know, girl stuff.” I watched as his eyes zoned in on my neck. “Y/N?” His jaw clenched. “Y-yeah dad?” He pointed to my neck as he came to join me on the couch. “What is that?” His eyes were intimidating as he looked at me. I couldn’t keep eye contact for long before I looked at the floor. “It’s nothing dad.” He shook his head and scoffed. “Bullshit. What is it? Where were you last night Y/N?” His voice wasn’t as harsh, but it was still stern. “I was at Jessica’s.” He shook his head. “So did Jessica give you a hickey?” My head shot up and I looked at him with confusion. “What? No. No, dad Jessica didn’t give me a hickey. Um we uh” He sighed and leaned back on the couch. “Please just tell me what’s going on.” My eyes darted around the room as I tried to think of a response. I burnt myself with a curling iron? No, that's not believable. I slowly lifted my head as I decided what to say. “Jessica and I threw a party and um I..I got a hickey.” His jaw clenched once again as he stood up and paced around the room. “Who did it?” I looked at the floor once again as my mind wondered. Who did it? Honestly, I couldn’t tell you. I had been so drunk I didn’t remember even half of what happened. “I don’t really know.” My voice was barely above a whisper. “I’m sorry you don’t know?!” His voice was louder now, not quite a shout, but close. “Dad I’m sorry okay it won’t-” he cut me off. “How do you not remember? Were you drunk?” Even though he was being sarcastic I felt as if he still expected an answer. “Well yeah.” The words were hesitant to escape my mouth. “You were drunk? You’re not even of legal drinking age! How did you even get alcohol?” He threw his hands in the air as emphasis of his words. “And like you didn't? I know you drank

underage dad, don’t try to tell me different!” It felt as if something sparked within me. Something that decided to fight back. Did I have the right? Probably not. After all, I’m the one who went behind his back to do these things, and now I’m trying to justify my wrong actions. “Oh yeah like that makes it okay? I also overdosed Y/N. You gonna do that next?” I was a bit taken back by his words. He knew I would never do that. Right? He sat on a chair in the corner of the room and pinched the bridge of his nose. Watching him think was interesting. Occasionally he’d clench his jaw, or his eye would twitch. He looked peaceful, yet mad at the same time. His long, curly, black hair fell in front of his face. A sad, defeated, sigh left his lips. “I’m sorry Y/N it’s just-” He paused for a moment. “You’re my little girl, and I don’t wanna see you make the same mistakes I did, okay? It’s hard for me to watch you grow up. I have to face that you’re not a toddler anymore. It’s not even that big of a deal you got a hickey.” I walked over to him and sat on the arm of the chair. “I’m sorry too. I’ll be honest with you from now on.” He smiled at me before pulling me into a hug. “I’m gonna make you a deal.” I nodded my head in agreement as I waited for him to speak. “You can’t drink anymore, until you’re of legal age. Also, be honest with me about what you’re doing. And I promise I won’t get so upset about boy stuff anymore. After all, you aren’t a baby anymore.” He smiled kindly at me. I felt calmed by his words. “I promise.” “Alright kiddo. Let’s get to watching that movie.”

Thanks for reading! Requests are open btw (just a reminder lol) have a good day/night and remember to drink some water. You are beautiful. :)

[supercorpkid]

Stronger together.

Supercorp, Kara Danvers x Daughter!Reader, Lena Luthor x Daughter!Reader, Alex Danvers x Niece!Reader

Word count: 2410.

“Starting today, Superkid doesn’t exist anymore.”

The look you get from everyone is of absolute horror. Like you just told them you decided to become a supervillain and you’re going to destroy planet Earth in thirty seconds.

Funny enough, that’s the amount of time it takes for one of them to be able to say something.

“Wait a second.” Aunt Alex is the first one to react. “You’re telling me that the best superhero in National City is quitting? No offense, Kara.”

“None taken, I agree!” Kara jumps right after. “I thought you loved supering?”

“Yeah…” You shrug. “But I love my life a little bit more, so-”

“Baby, shouldn’t you give more thought to this? We’ll support you no matter what, but this is a huge decision.” Lena adds with a concerned tone. You smile.

“Dear Rao, you guys are turning this into a bigger deal than it is.” You roll your eyes with a reassuring smile. “It’s not like I’ll stop existing. I’ll just be a normal teenage girl from now on. Y’know, like Jamie over here.”

“Yeah, well, but-” It’s not hard, but rendering Kara speechless is always exciting.

“Ok, good talk.” You get out of the living room and Jamie follows you into your room.

“Oh wow.” She throws herself in your bed. “That was so dramatic. Thanks for texting me a heads up, I would be shocked if I had found out like that.”

You smile, dismissing it with your hand. “They’ll get over it. It’s not like I was always a superhero anyway.”

“That’s true!” Jamie agrees with her head for a while. “You did save a bunch of people while you were at it, though.”

You shrug.

“Lena was saved so many times, I wonder if she would still be alive if it weren’t for you.” Jamie adds and you look back at her furrowing your eyebrows.

“Supergirl would have saved her.” You don’t even believe your own words.

“Really? Last time I checked Supergirl was unconscious next to her in the Fortress.”

“Well, I-” You squint your eyes. “Stop it. I know what you’re doing. You want me to quit quitting. Well, it’s not going to work. I won’t quit! Quitting, I mean. I won’t quit quitting.” You growl. “Whatever, just stop it.”

“What are you talking about? I’m not trying to make you quit quitting. Especially because, apparently, you can’t super without almost killing yourself. And I don’t like the feeling of losing you every time.”

“You never actually lost me.”

“Ok, standing beside your bed at the DEO not sure if you’re going to wake up is very close to losing you. I don’t think my brain can make the distinction.” Jamie mumbles and your heart squeezes on your chest. You hug her without saying a word, and she lets out a breath that looks like she was holding it for a while.

“I’m sorry for almost dying several times. I promise that things will be easier now.” You shrug and she agrees with her head.

“At least until the next time your hero complex kicks in.” She jokes and you roll your eyes at her. “But you did save me, so… I don’t know. The idea of you not being a superhero is sort of bittersweet.”

“Yeah.” You sit next to her. “To me too.”

“But we will make do.” She throws her arm around your shoulder, hugging you sideways. “Because we are stronger together.”

“Yes, we are.” You agree with a smile.

It’s late at night when the game downstairs ends and Alex shows up at your door to call Jamie. Before leaving, aunt Alex hugs you tight.

“I’m gonna miss saving the world with you.” Alex says with a smile. “You are much better at that than Kara.”

“HEY!” You hear Kara’s interjection downstairs.

“Stop listening to our private conversation!” Alex yells back at her. She puts her hand on your shoulder. “I’ll step up my game of saving people, in your place.”

“That brings me peace of mind.” You smile, earning a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder.

“I’m here for you. You know that, right? Stronger together.” Aunt Alex asks and you hug her in agreement. “Great. I love you, kiddo. You’re my favorite Luthor-Danvers.”

You both stop talking and wait to hear Kara’s reaction. It doesn’t come.

“I’m shocked she obeyed.” Alex says making her way to the stairs and you wave at her.

“I love you too, aunt Alex.”

“Knock, knock.” You hear on the other side of the door, a little before you go to bed. You smile because Kara is such a dork.

“You know, you can actually knock on the door instead of saying it, right?” You say on the other side and Kara opens the door with the biggest smile on her face.

“HA HA, I didn’t know I had raised such a comedy expert.” She jokes, making her way to where you are on your bed. “How are you, little one?”

“I’m great.” You smile at her, sincerely. You are great. Deciding not to be Superkid just took off the biggest weight you’ve been carrying on your shoulders. You feel lighter.

“You know I completely support you.” Kara says, putting one lock of your hair behind your ear. “Whatever you want to do with your life, I’ll be by your side.”

“Thanks, momma.” You smile at her. “I support you too, in case you want to quit anything.”

She chuckles. “Thank you, that’s very sweet of you.” But her expression turns serious after a few seconds. “Being a superhero is-” She sighs, looking for words. You have a bunch to offer her. Exhausting, emotionally draining, insane, traumatic. “Weird.”

“To say the least.”

“Yeah.” Kara lays her head on your lap, looking at you from down there. “It’s weird to describe it because it’s a mix of things. Sometimes-” She smiles looking excited. “It’s the most thrilling feeling in the universe. When you’re up there, wind blowing in your head, and that powerful feeling that you can do and go anywhere. And sometimes you save someone, and oh man!”

“You feel invincible. Like you can take on the world.” You add, and Kara agrees vividly with her head.

“But sometimes, for the lack of a better word, it just straight up sucks.” Kara crinkles her nose, and you smile at how cute she looks. “Sometimes you feel like, yeah you know, I could die for these people because I love them with all my heart.”

“I know that feeling.”

“And they love you so much too! It just feels worthy, right?” She asks and you agree with your head. “But sometimes it doesn’t feel like that. It feels the opposite. There were a few times when I was this close to dying, and I kept thinking ‘but why Kara? Why are you leaving everyone you love behind to die for people who don’t even appreciate you?’”

“Why would you?”

“Kid. I-I don’t know.” Kara lets out another chuckle. “You know what it's like. You’re up there, and you know it has to be you because no one else can do what you’re doing. And there’s something inside that just stops us from turning away and letting it all play out how it was supposed to.”

You also know that feeling. That’s how you ended up in outer space in another reality to save people you didn’t even know that well. To save a reality that wasn’t even yours. And you had the chance to turn your back to it, over and over again. Yet, you never took the easy path.

“What I came here to tell you, is that I get it. I get the feeling. I’ve had it a million of times. When I was giving everything to the world, and it kept taking things from me. I thought about giving up so many times it’s ridiculous.” Kara sighs again. You put your hand on her hair, stroking it gently for support. “So, yeah, I understand.”

“But?” You ask with a tiny smile.

“But if you ever want to do it again, I’ll understand and support you too.” She gets up from your lap and kisses your forehead. “And if you ever need to talk to anyone about this superhero stuff, you can always come to me, cause I’m sure I probably felt the same thing once or twice in my life. Ok? We’re stronger together.”

“Ok, momma. Thank you.”

“Momma got you, little one. Always.” She hugs you tight, and you breathe deep, feeling her comfort. “If I’m being honest, I’m sort of excited that I won’t have to go fish you in outer space anymore.”

“Me too.” You chuckle on her chest. “It’s exhausting, almost dying all alone in a pitch-black dark place with no air in your lungs.”

“It sounds like it.” Kara lets go of you and looks at you, adoringly. “I love you so much, you’re my heart.”

“And you’re mine.” You smile, getting another forehead kiss from Kara.

“Ok, go to bed. It’s late.” She moves to the door but stays there watching you for a little bit. “You’re the best kid in the universe, and we’re so lucky to have you.”

“Thanks momma.” You smile, thankful. It’s good to hear that. In normal circumstances this would make you happy. But where you find yourself right now, it’s even better. It’s good to be reassured that you’re understood, and you’re loved no matter what, and that even though you just gave up being a superhero you’re still the best kid for her. Rao, you love Kara so much.

“Hey.” You hear a soft knock on the door. You don’t use your x-ray vision. You don’t have to. Kara just left so it’s obviously not her.

“Come in, mom.” You say and Lena opens the door, softly. She puts her head inside your bedroom and smiles at you.

“Oh, great. I just wanted to check on you, but you’re going to sleep, right?” She asks and you agree with your head. “Great. Good night, babygirl.”

“Mom, can I ask you something?” You ask and Lena goes inside your bedroom, agreeing with her head. “Can you, um, stay a little?”

“Yeah!” Lena agrees excitedly, like that was exactly what she was thinking. She makes her way to the bed next to you, getting under the comforter with you.

“Sorry for being so codependent these days, I just-”

“Stop.” Lena says pulling you closer. “Come hug me.” You toss your arm over her, and she kisses the top of your head. You can’t see her face, but you know she’s smiling. “I’ve been feeling very codependent too. Actually, if you would have me, I would have been sleeping with you since you were five. But I guess you wanted your independence.”

“Not anymore.” You sigh, hugging her tightly. “I’ve missed you.”

“You know, I went to L Corp after what happened. There were pictures of you everywhere.” You can genuinely hear her smile. “I just kept thinking how crazy that was, but how hard I needed it to be true. Your little face. I mean don’t get me wrong, Kara’s face is beautiful, and I really wanted her to be my family too. But you. I wish I could explain the feeling.”

“It’s like-” You start. “Like this feeling that nothing would make sense. And that, yeah, you would have other people you love around you, but that missing piece is so fundamentally meaningful for the bigger picture, for your life, to make sense. Without it, all of it would fall into pieces and fade into a life you wouldn’t want to live.”

Your ear is so glued to Lena’s chest that you can hear her heart skipping a beat, without having to use your super hearing. You lift your head to look at her, and she’s crying silent tears with a smile on her face.

“Was that how you felt without me?” She asks and you nod, biting your lower lip. “Oh, my baby!” She pulls you into the hug again. “My baby.”

Lena just spends a few minutes stroking your hair, gently. It feels so nice you feel yourself dozing off to sleep. But you wouldn’t want to keep her stuck under you, so you fight it.

“Listen-” Lena calls you and you change position so you can look at her. “I know I wasn’t always as supportive as I should’ve been about your supering. It’s not that I don’t appreciate it. I mean, I have to appreciate it more than anyone because you keep saving my life. It’s just, when you’re out there, I get so scared.”

“I know.” You agree softly. “But momma is out there too, and you-”

“Almost die every time she gets just the tiniest scratch. Yeah.” She smiles, and you furrow your eyebrows. “But I sort of, oof, this is hard to say. When I married your momma, I knew who she was, what she does, I knew how saving the world was important for her. I knew I could lose her to it, eventually.” Lena breathes deep, wiping her tears. “But you? I can’t fathom the thought that one day I may lose you. I just-I just can’t.”

“Well, I’m not a hero anymore so you don’t have to worry.” You reassure her, but Lena bites her tongue, definitely not reassured.

“I’ll always worry. And you know why?” Lena asks and you shake your head, disagreeing. “Because you are my baby. And even when you’re forty you’ll still be my baby, and I’ll still be terrified just to think about you not being in my life anymore.”

“What if I get married and have kids and move somewhere else?” You ask and Lena smiles at the thought.

“That will happen! And then-” She whispers to you, so Kara can’t hear her. Which is ridiculous because if Kara is listening, she can hear her breath, let alone her words. “I’ll leave Kara in the middle of the night, and go to your house, kick your wife to another bedroom, and snuggle in with you like we’re doing right now.”

You chuckle at the thought. God, you love Lena so much. “You promise?”

“Of course.” Lena kisses your forehead. “We’re stronger together.”

You smile at her words, and close your eyes again, feeling like you can finally fall asleep. But you still hear, somewhere far away, before you sleep completely, Lena’s voice reassuring you. “I love you, babygirl. All of you. Always.”

Notes:

Hope this count as the fluffiest of fluffs @lonelydiary cause I thought they were so sweet here 💙

[1-800-hellraiser]

Chamber of Reflection

Requested by: Eni (on Quotev) 

Song: Chamber Of Reflection - Mac DeMarco

Pairing: Tord x Child!Reader

Genre: Angst

Words: 1,292

!TWS!: Neglect, mentions of abuse, and swearing 

(A/n: I'm sorry this is more late than I intended it to be, some stuff went down and I became very unmotivated.)

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"Spend some time alone, understand that soon you'll run with better men."

     Stepping out of your house was like a breath of fresh air. Spending time in that house is torture for you, mostly because mom and dad don't really pay any attention to you and they fight a lot. Although, being out of the house means you can't watch cartoons or play in mom's ipad. However, that changed last week. Your next door neighbor, Tord, caught your attention one day. It was mostly because of his wacky hair, so like any kid, you followed him around and asked a lot of questions. You kind of expected him to tell you to fuck off like your parents do, but instead, he answered every last one of your questions. After you most of your questions, you asked him one more.

     "Why are you answering all of my questions?" You ask, Tord gazes down at you with curiosity. "What do you mean by that, little one?" He asked you a question for once. "Why do you not tell me to go away? Don't you get angry when I ask to many questions?" You say, looking down. Tord's gaze changes from curious to pity. "Do...do your parents get angry when you ask them questions?" He asks hesitantly, as if he was fearing your answer. You slowly nod, fiddling with the hem of your f/c, star patterned shirt. "I'm sorry kiddo, your parents shouldn't get mad at you for asking questions. You're just a kid." He explained. "If it makes you feel any better, you can always come to me if you need any questions answered." Tord offers, ruffling your h/c hair, you look up at the Norwegian and smile. 

      After stepping out of your house, you try to see if the neighbors are home. You peer at the curb in front of the neighbors house behind the fence that separates both of your houses. The red car they usually drive is parked in its usual spot. Now you try to find that red hooded man. You peer around the corner a bit more, you see him sitting on the front step of his house, smoking a cigar. He's casually scrolling on his phone, he looks up then glances at the fence you're behind. You quickly duck behind the fence, hoping he didn't see you. You quietly giggle to yourself, it's silly what you did, Tord probably isn't bothered by you at all. So, why are you hiding from him? 

       Peering out from behind the fence once more, you start to carefully and quietly walk over to him. You don't cut across the lawn, but you instead take the sidewalk and the pathway leading up to the house. Your mother always said it was rude to cut across someone's lawn, but you never understood why. Once you're in front if the man, you sit down on the pavement, criss cross applesauce. After you sit down, he realizes you're there. "Hey kiddo, what are you doing over here again?" Tord says, ruffling your hair. "Mommy and daddy are fighting again." You say, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

     Tord nods understandingly, then he gets up. He proceeds to walk around back, and motions for you to follow him. You follow him to the back of the house into the back yard. There is a couple lawn chairs near a sliding glass door. You and Tord both sit down in two chairs next to each other. "Do you mind telling me what your parents argue about?" Tord asks you, glancing at you from his chair. "They usually fight about money, but sometimes they fight about me too." You say, Tord nods. "Do you know why they fight about you?" "They usually say they aren't but I hear them in their room sometimes. They say that I'm too much," You explain.

       Tord looks at you with sorrow, laying a hand on your back for comfort. "Have they ever physically hurt you, Y/n?" Tord asks, his heart drops to his feet waiting for an answer. You simply shake your head no, and Tord lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. "Have they hurt you in any other way?" Tord asks, you look up into Tord's hazel eyes. "Well, them fighting hurts me. But they've never actually hurt me directly." You say, picking at the skin near your cuticles. Tord pulls you into a soft, comforting hug. You hesitantly hug him back, this is the first time someone has showed you genuine affection in a while. 

      "Y/n? Where did you go?" Tord hears who he assumes is your mother yelling for you. He goes to stand up and walk you to them but instead you cling to his hoodie. "Please don't take me back, I don't wanna go." You say into the fabric of his hoodie. Tord sighs and rubs your small back as he opens the sliding glass door and walks into his shared house. As he closes the sliding glass door, a man in a blue hoodie sees you leaning on Tord's shoulder. "Tord...whose fucking kid is that?" He says in a hostile tone, Tord turns around to face the blue hooded man.

     "They belong to the people next door, but they don't treat them well. They didn't want to go back to their house when their parents were calling for them. I can't let them go back to living in a toxic household Tom, I just can't." Tord explains to the man known as 'Tom'. Tom sighs and begins to walk away. "You have to ask Edd and Matt if we can keep them, I don't care if we do." He sighs out, leaving the room. Tord nods and puts you down for a minute, you whine but he tells you to stay put for a minute. 

      A couple minutes pass and Tord walks back into the room with a tall ginger in a purple hoodie and a shorter brunette in a green hoodie. "Y/n, this is Edd and Matt. They need to talk with you for a minute. I'll be in the other room." Tord says, stepping out into what you assume is the living room. After watching Tord leave you look up at the two men, they both smile down at you. "Hello Y/n, as Tord said, I'm Edd and that's Matt," the ginger waves down at you.

     "We were told your parents aren't the best, what do they do to you?" Edd asks, taking a seat on the floor next to you. "Well, mom doesn't really acknowledge my existence, neither does dad. They argue a lot about money, and about me sometimes. About how I waste their money. They don't even notice when I leave the house, they care sometimes though." You explain to the two men, they look at you with shock and worry.

      "Oh, I'm so sorry you have to go through that Y/n. Tord, Matt, and I were all talking, and we were wondering if you maybe would like to live with us from now on. Of course we would have to talk to your parents. But, you won't have to deal with your parents fighting anymore." Edd finishes, giving you a comforting smile. You don't even have to think about the pros or cons you immediately nod. This will be your new beginning.

[twordytings]

Special Soldier

(Bucky x Reader)

Summary: Bucky has always been one to push limits. Unfortunately for this time, you’re the victim.

Word Count: 1,019

A/N: I feel like the timeline is off with this so let’s just pretend endgame never happened cuz thats what we all want to do anyways T-T this had been in my drafts for a while so I wanted to finally complete it! Enjoyyyyyy

Saturday mornings were your absolute favorite. Probably because you had the whole rest of the day to do whatever you wanted, and the day after. It gave you such a nostalgic feeling.

“Mornin’ bug.” Bucky said as he hugged you from behind as you were making yourself some iced coffee. You loved your brother Steve, there was no doubt about that, but ever since Bucky joined the team, you had grown a liking towards him in specific. You both had the strongest relationship there was, even Steve grew jealous at times.

“Morning.” You said with a yawn.

“Still tired?”

“Yeah. I was up late doing work so I wouldn’t have any over the weekend.”

“No wonder all you drink is coffee.” Bucky said in a mocking tone. You scoffed and playfully slapped his arm. “Hehey!”

“I happen to like my daily cup of iced coffee thank you very much.” You said pridefully. “At least I’m not a loser who drinks tea in the morning...” You said as you eyed the cup of tea he had in his hand.

“Ok you did not just call me a loser.”

“Welp. Guess I did.” You said walking away, but not before coughing “loser” into your elbow. Bucky smiled and shook his head, setting his cup of tea down only to walk right after you and scoop you up, taking the coffee out of your hands to put it on the counter.

“Nooooo! Buck put me downnnn!” You pleaded as you kicked your legs out in an attempt to escape.

“Remember what me and the team used to do when you were little and kept being snarky? Hm?” You knew exactly what he was talking about.

“OH HELL NO! NONONO!” You said, kicking your legs even harder since that was all you could do.

“Oh c’mon you used to love it when you were little!”

“Not anymore! Buck, it is way too early for this...” You said tiredly, hoping he would let up.

“Fine...” He put you down. “you better watch your back though, ‘cause I won’t be so easy on you next time...” He said walking away, pointing two of his fingers at his eyes and then back at you.

“Yeah yeah whatever.” You probably should’ve marked his words a little better.

———

Later that day at about 7:30PM, the team were all sat in the living room for movie night

“Nope. You’re not getting away this time...” Bucky said menacingly as he held you in a bear hug on the couch. You were messing around with each other and you ended up throwing popcorn at his face. It probably wasn’t the best idea considering what he had told you earlier that day.

“Buck I’m sorry I’m really really really sorry just please let me goHOHOHOHO NOOOO!” Before you could finish your pleas for mercy, he began pinching your ribs, making your voice go up about ten octaves. The team started to collectively chuckle at your predicament, considering not having seen you like this in a while. They used to tickle you all the time when you were younger, but you started to grow out of it, so they slowly laid off. Bucky, on the other hand, was in the mood for the opposite.

“Sorry bug but I told you I’d get you next time...” he said, bringing his arm up above his head and forming a claw with his hand. You looked at his hand, taking as many breaths as you could before your untimely demise. It was game over for you.

“Please don’t.” you tried saying innocently, giving him the best puppy dog eyes you could possibly muster up.

“Awww so cute. I’m still gonna do it though,” he said simply, bringing his claw straight back down, and violently shaking it into your belly, while bringing his other hand up to do the same to you ribs.

“GUHUHUYS A LIHITTLE HEHEHELP HEHEHEHEHERE!” you cried, but you had a feeling no one was going to help you; not when they were witnessing what, to them, was the most adorable sight to see. They mentally cooed at you, not wanting to look away or disrupt what was happening before them.

“Betcha thought they were gonna help you, huh? It’s just you n’ me kiddo...,” he said, followed by an evil laugh through gritted teeth. He then switched to creeping his arms inside of your shirt, which made everything twenty times worse. The feeling of his cold metal arm - and his real one, of course - wiggling and clawing at your ribs and stomach was the most unbearable thing imaginable. All you could do was kick your legs and squirm around, but that was no match for the super soldier you were currently trapped by.

“THIS ISN’T FAHAHAHAHAIR!”

“What? The fact that you threw popcorn at my face or that your too ticklish for your own good? I think it’s both if we’re being honest-”

“SHUT UHUHUHUP!”

“Okay you’re pretty much asking for it at this point y/n. Get her armpits Buck.” Tony chimed.

“WHAT? NONONONONO!”

“Yesyesyesyesyessss!” Bucky mocked, pulling your arms with ease as he shoved his hands into the hollows of your underarms. You had practically melted into a puddle at this point, not being able to move or make any sound with how intense his tickling was.

“I think she gets the point bud. Release.” Steve said; you’d thank him for that later.

“Oh fine.” Bucky relented as he adjusted your shirt to its correct position. “You okay butterfly?” he said compassionately. You couldn’t help but smile at that, and he knew it too. Usually he would use nicknames along the lines of bug, or stinker, but every once in a while he would call you butterfly, and you loved it.

Bucky pulled you up into a hug, rubbing your shoulder to calm your nerves after the torture you’d just endured.

“You still suck,” you quipped, not wanting to let him off too easily.

“Oh please. You love me,” he said with a chuckle. You simply hummed in response, slowly drifting to sleep, the movie nothing but background noise.