#or if one of y'all decides to bite a bullet for me knocking on doors which like. i wont stop ya but I dont think it'll get anywhere.

[sketchesandnonesense]

I feel like hell so I'm having profoundly Selfish thoughts today like

"I wonder if any doll makers would want to do a make-a-wish for my pathetic cancer riddled ass and make me a doll just right to my specifications as some kinda charitable christmas miracle"

Like

A doll is a very time consuming thing to make. And expensive. Theres a reason sculptors n customizers are expensive.

It's stupid to even think about.

Like yeah I'm 2 years into dealing with cancer and things are not looking Great if I'm entirely honest but I dont have an expiration date on my forehead and given the circumstances with the people in my life I am incredibly lucky.

So like.

I feel like a bad person even thinking about it.

Yknow?

Idk. Putting a cut just bc maybe it'll make me feel like I have SOME shame about overthinking this if that makes sense.

But I can't get the thought out of my head. Like.

Maybe in some fucked up way it could be mutually beneficial if they were one of those youtuber types or even just a smaller maker.

Doing something like bringing a cancer patient's dream doll to life could turn heads. Would make one hell of a good youtube video, for sure. Lol.

Worst thing is though is just. My dream doll is BB. Theres details I could alter and concede on and things but for the most part I want her to be directly like my sketches. Cartoony and simple.

I feel like I'm like a loser telling a sob story on deviantart saying my mom's uncle's hamster died n the only thing to help is free art from a stranger. A shameless choose-y beggar with a sob story.

But if you'll let me be alil melodramatic for a minute just so I can get it out of my system.

But

I've loved dolls all my life. Not always seen myself as much of a collector, really, but I love them. And one thing I always wanted was a doll that was Mine. Made exactly how I wanted, just for me. No hangups, no skimping on things, no compromises. It was a pipe dream. I wanted to be a doll maker so badly. But I was never good with physical crafts. They never came out right (rarely even came out GOOD at that). I tried and tried everything I could. Making plushies, clay, customizing pre-existing dolls, anything. Nothing worked. I just am not cut out for doll making.

So, I accepted this was something I needed a professional to do for me. And over the years I've trusted people with my characters and while I do adore the work I've gotten. None of it's ever Done It. Because I was always having to make a dozen little sacrifices. Having to account for the artist's style. Sometimes the design had to change to be more feasible and so it didnt cost as much. Sometimes it just straight up didnt turn out.

I remember as a kid I got enough christmas money to commission an itty bitty plush of my sonic OC from an expensive plush artist. I was so excited. I thought it was finally happening.

It was awful. Quality was mediocre at best. It was maybe 3 inches tall. And the eyes were this weird stiff fabric piece that kinda jutted out from the felt and looked glued on.

V petty side tangent, i know, but just kinda the first example where I tried to fufill this dream and it just. Fell through.

Its always still stuck with me through the years, trying again and again to make a doll, but all I have to show is boxes of half-used supplies im too ashamed to even look at.

And now I'm here again. Thinking about it.

I've said it before, but my past two years have been awful. 2023 was entirely eaten up by my chemo and radiation and recovering from having my entire stomach removed. Thought I was cancer free and was starting to find normal again. Then in january scans and biopsies I was told it came back. Liver, this time. This entire year has been trying different chemo drugs and scans and things looking up only to crash back down again.

And I'm so tired.

I actually was (technically still am) trying to commission someone to make my doll. Pay an artist properly like you should. I saved up and I figured I deserved it with everything. Im 27, I'm an adult, i can make my own decisions.

She didnt disclose she'd just moved. To a rural area. And was still struggling to get internet and plumbing situated. Or that there was much of a queue infront of me. Its my fault for not looking into it more and finding the practically defunct social medias and untouched-for-months trello page. I was promised a turnaround time within a month. That was back in august.

Anytime I check in there's always something new going wrong. Broken tablet pen, power outages, family stuff. I dont think she's a scammer or trying to make excuses. She's sweet. But im exhausted of waiting.

Im sort of just accepting I'm never seeing that money back, or getting my doll. The paypal protection will still let me charge back, but I'm not about to put a woman in her situation in the red, especially when she's got a kid to feed. Maybe she'll get done eventually, but if I can be morbid and dramatic, i think by that point BB would have to be a grave decoration.

And I can't bring myself to save up again hoping that maybe I can find another artist who MIGHT be able to bring her to life in the exact right way and maybe finally. FINALLY I can have this one thing in my life.

I guess it'd help for people who dont know jack shit if I actually showed the character on partially Why she'd have to be a christmas miracle.

Its not overly complicated or a really old Beloved OC. She's honestly one of my newer babies. But I made her SPECIFICALLY with the idea of her being my dream doll. And its very. Very silly.

But. This is BB:

I tried to imagine a character thatd be in a cartoon I'd watch as a kid and be VIOLENTLY mad didnt have some sort of doll I could buy, lol. Retro anime, cute and round, robot girl.

To avoid an infodump: she's a little fighting robot. Think medabots or angelic layer. She has a human who she's best friends with and she fights other cute little robot dolls. She talks only in beeps and boops and is 11inches tall (without antannae) and she's silly and I love her.

And she's my dream.

Imagining in my head the anime that I would've adored as a kid, and a doll thats literally her plucked off the screen. Not a barbie in an outfit, not something close enough, but the simplistic cartoony lil goofball.

I know its really. Really silly. Its silly to be caught up in this kind of idea and its silly to get all bent out of shape over and its silly I'm even like.

Putting these thoughts into the world

Feeling like a kid writing a letter to Santa

But thats it. Thats my wish or my dream or whatever. Its selfish. Its so so so selfish to imagine not just putting someone through doll making but making such a weird hard-to-translate-to-3d-space design and potentially having to work with me abunch to make sure she's just right. Without like. Thousands in compensation, lol.

Like I said, im willing to work with and do some adjustments to make her more do-able (fiddle w/ proportions alil, figure out a way to do the joints in a way that still fits her style while being actually moveable, more engineering side than aesthetics obvi lol. I really would love her to be stupid posable).

But i dont think that really probably means much

Idk.

I feel silly and selfish even putting this into the world but hey. Can't hurt to wish on stars and hope for christmas miracles. Right? It's not like I'm gonna go knocking on doors asking for something this batshit, lol.

Like. I wouldnt survive the shame.

If they dont respond I'll die of anxiety n guilt. Getting turned down might hurt even worse because then I'd know for sure they'd read it and probably felt Really Fucking Uncomfortable.

If i was a kid or whatever then maybe it'd be atleast endearing to get that kinda message insteada Just Sad.

No winning. Lol.

Im tired out now and the post-chemo-day agonies are starting to rev up again so I think I'm gonna go lay down now.

[justabigassnerd]

Sidekick

Pairing - TASM!Peter Parker x sister!reader

Word count - 2,166

Warnings - little bit of angst but mostly sibling banter n fluff

Summary - Peter's younger sister finds out about his superhero endeavours and longs to be his sidekick. Peter, however, isn't keen on this idea

Sequel - 'The Spider-Man experience'

A/N - hey y'all sorry for the delay in fics, like I said on my last upload, my dog has been put down and tbh I've been struggling to cope and uni & work haven't been helping but I've been pushing through it because I don't wanna neglect this blog. This was an anon request that I thought was adorable and I tried my best to do it justice. As per y'all, please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!

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Peter hadn’t planned on telling you about him being Spider-Man. At least not until you were a bit older because even though you were fourteen, part of Peter’s job as your older brother was to look out for you and to protect you. He wasn’t willing to put you at risk because he went out every night patrolling for criminals.

Peter had snuck into his window and had only just removed his mask, grabbing his water bottle off his desk and took a swig before returning the bottle to his desk and turning around. Usually, his spider-sense would warn him of any impending danger but because it was you and Peter had never viewed you as any kind of threat, his senses neglected to warn him of your presence.

“Peter! Aunt May’s been calling you for-” You stopped in your tracks when you saw Peter dive under his cover, but you had already seen the Spider-Man suit.

“y/n, have you heard of knocking?!” Peter yells from under his duvet, silently cursing himself for forgetting to lock his door and for just standing around. He heard the door close, and he knew from the lack of footsteps that you were still in the room with him. He sighed lightly when he realised you weren’t going to budge until he gave you answers. Deciding to bite the bullet, he sticks his head out from under the duvet.

“You’re Spider-Man?” You asked in an excited whisper, eyes wide at this newfound information. Peter knows there’s no other way around this conversation, so he just nods his head.

“You can’t tell May. She’d freak out.” He adds quickly, watching as you nod your head quickly, understanding his words.

“How the hell did you become Spider-Man? What happened?” You question eagerly, grabbing his desk chair and sitting on it. Peter knew you were a Spider-Man fan, ever since he saved the city from becoming lizard people his masked persona gained a following and you were one of them.

“I got bitten by a spider in Oscorp.” He shrugs, sitting up in his bed and crossing to his door, locking it so May doesn’t walk in too.

“What were you doing in Oscorp?” You immediately ask, and Peter never regretted something more in his life than his previous sentence.

“If I tell you, you’re going to have to keep your mouth shut. You can’t tell May. You can’t tell any of your friends. The only people who can know are me and you, okay?” Peter says sternly as he sits down on the edge of his bed, watching with a raised eyebrow as you nod.

“See that briefcase? Pass it here.” Peter says, pointing under his desk behind you and waits patiently for you to grab it and pass it to him. Once the case is in his hands, he unzips the front and finds the hidden zip, unzipping that and pulling out the contents he found in there. He took the photo of Richard Parker and Curt Connors, holding it out towards you and watching as you take it between your thumb and forefinger. He saw your eyebrows furrow in confusion, and he felt a hand squeeze at his heart at your lack of recognition.

“The guy on the right is dad.” Peter says gently, watching as you hold the picture closer, studying the face of your father. Peter forgot you were barely a year old when your parents had dropped you off at May and Ben’s and left, never to return. He forgot you had no memories of them and for most of your younger years believed May and Ben were your parents, growing confused and upset when they told you otherwise.

“That’s dad?” Your now small voice questions, eyes fixed on the image of the man. You tried conjuring up a single memory of this man and you felt tears stinging your eyes when nothing came up.

“Hey, come here.” Peter says softly, gesturing for you to come to sit beside him on the bed. He waits for you to move to sit next to him and once you do, he wraps an arm around your shoulder, tugging you against his side. He gently takes the photo from your hand putting it to the side as you sigh.

“I’m sorry. I forgot you don’t remember as much about them as I do. Look, that guy next to dad is Curt Connors. I went to Oscorp to see if I could find out something about dad or his research from Connors. Then I bumped into this random guy who dropped his papers, and I recognised a symbol from one of the papers on dads desk the day we were brought here. So I kinda followed the guy into a room full of spiders and one of them decided it would be funny to bite me and here we are.” Peter explains gently, jostling you slightly with his shoulder at the end of his explanation in an attempt to make you laugh. He got a small laugh from you and that was enough for him.

“And now you have freaky spider powers?” You say, a slightly teasing tone to your voice.

“And now I have freaky spider powers.” Peter echoes with a laugh. You fall into a comfortable silence before you let out a small gasp.

“I could be your sidekick! I could help you with crimefighting!” You exclaim, your eyes shining with excitement as Peter’s eyes widen.

“No. No, you most definitely can’t.” Peter says, the horror evident on his face at your words.

“Why, don’t you trust me?” You question with a frown, slouching where you were sat and looking away from Peter.

“You know it’s not that. It’s because being Spider-Man is dangerous. You could be in danger just by knowing I’m him. I don’t want you getting hurt. I promised myself that I’d never ever let you get hurt, not on my watch. Besides, I’ve got superpowers and last I checked, you don’t.” Peter explains, wanting to get his point across and hoping you understand where he’s coming from. When you don’t respond and continue looking away, Peter reaches out and quickly pokes you in your side, retracting his hand quickly as you turn around and looking away.

“Peter, what the hell was that for?” You grumble as Peter turns to face you; innocence written all over his face.

“What was what for?” He asks, biting back a smile as you huff under your breath.

“Why did you poke me?” You say pointedly with a glare.

“Me? Poke you? What a rude assumption I would never do anything of the sort.” Peter says dismissively and looks away, sniggering when you reach out to poke him back, his reflexes allowing him to grab your wrist in an instant.

“Cheater.” You say, sticking your tongue out at him as he laughs.

“Got you to look at me though.” Peter grins, watching as you bite your bottom lip to conceal a smile from him. Peter takes the half-smile as an okay to pull you into a hug, he wraps his arms around you, and you mimic his actions, hugging him tightly.

“I just wanna help you.” You mumble, feeling helpless for not being able to assist your brother with his superhero activities.

“I know you do. And you can help me by not helping me. I’ll work so much better out there knowing you’re safe here at home.” Peter replies, poking your side once more, laughing as you jump out of the hug and glare at him despite the smile covering your face.

“But what if you get hurt out there? I could help you.” You insist.

“And risk you getting hurt? I don’t think so.” Peter says, shivering with the thought of every possible thing that could happen to you if you came with him.

“But-”

“Please, just trust me on this. The only thing I’d need you to do while I’m patrolling is just covering for me if May’s home. No trying to come with me. Just staying home and covering for me. Can you do that?” Peter says, interrupting you as his eyes search yours as you sigh heavily.

“Only if you promise to update me during and after your patrols.” You say, holding your hand out in offering.

“Alright, deal.” Peter replies, taking your hand and shaking it with a smile. Just before you can reply, you hear May calling up the stairs for the both of you, wondering where you both are.

“Get changed, I’ll cover for you.” You say with a wink, getting up and unlocking his door, opening the door wide enough so you could squeeze out before closing the door behind you.

Peter stayed true to his word and updated you as often as he could while on patrol and whenever he got back, he would fill you in on what happened between his last message and him getting home. You always stayed up so you could hear these stories, eager to hear what Spider-Man got up to and what criminals he fought that night. Despite this, you still wished that you could help. During the night as you waited for Peter to return from patrol, you started sketching costume ideas for what you’d like if you had Peter’s powers and joined him on patrols. You always hid them, not wanting Peter to find them because you were sure you’d die of embarrassment at him seeing them before he even got the chance to lecture you about wanting to join him on patrols.

One night, you fell asleep while waiting for Peter, exhausted by your long school day, and hanging out with your friends. You had fallen asleep just after finishing a new costume design idea and had left it on your desk instead of tucking it away in a drawer like usual due to how tired you were. Peter climbed through his window, landing quietly in his room so he can change into something comfy before heading to your room.

“y/n/n, I’m back. Some pretty crazy stuff went down since my last text.” Peter says quietly as he opens your door, stopping in the doorway when he sees you curled up on your bed fast asleep. Not wanting to disturb you, Peter goes to turn around and head back to his own room but stops in his tracks when he sees the paper on your desk. Curiosity got the better of him as he reached out and gently grabbed the paper and held it in the light of the hallway. He couldn’t stop the smile that covered his face at the sight of the messy sketch. You weren’t an artist by any means, but it was clear enough of what you were drawing. Peter brought the sketch back into his room and decided to do something for you. Peter sat down at his desk and opened one of his spare notebooks, grabbing a pencil and setting your sketch down beside it as reference. Not many people knew this about Peter, but he liked to draw, he never did it often and never in front of other people. Usually, he’d just doodle things in the margins of schoolwork or in notebooks so trying to draw and do justice to your ideas was what felt like a mammoth task for Peter, after all, he never took art classes he just drew as a hobby. He sketched out your outfit idea, making sure it matched your own drawing and added colour. He took his time with it, wanting to make sure it was perfect. When he was satisfied with his drawing of your costume, he decided to be a little big-headed and add Spider-Man into the picture and when he was done, he scribbled a couple of words in the corner before smiling to himself, satisfied with his work. He then returns to your room, placing both his and your drawings on the desk, and sent a small smile in the direction of your sleeping form.

“Sleep well, y/n/n.” He whispers gently before closing your door and heading back to his own room to get some sleep.

When you woke up the next morning, you stretched and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. You looked around your room and noticed two pieces of paper on your desk and you were confused, only remembering having placed one piece of paper there the night before. You cross to your desk, picking them up, one of them was your own sketch of your costume design and the other was an entirely new drawing, one that depicted your ideas alongside Spider-Man that had a smile covering your face as your eyes flicked to the words written in the corner.

‘Spider-Man has a cool sidekick, but I’ll let you in on a secret. Peter Parker has an even cooler one because no superhero alter ego could be cooler than y/n Parker.’

[saccharine-suffering]

Naomi & Issac - 1

Remember these guys? Well I fleshed those suckers out. Prepare for suffering y'all.

CW: Pet whump, vampires, death mention, a lot of blood mentions, whumpee thinks caretaker is their new master

1.3k (though the first ~500 words are just me talking about my modern vampire lore)

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Naomi had been pacing for hours trying to rationalize what she did. ‘This is the best option,’ They told themself, “At least this way, I can make sure I’m getting blood ethically. No one has to die.’ They knew they had to drink something. When she first turned, she was quick to dress like the vampire she was and cut their hair to show off their bite. She loved the idea of being dark and mysterious, living as a cryptid- a beast. It sounds strange, but a part of her was excited to start living a vampiric life- well, maybe “life” isn’t quite right. 

Then came the fading from mirrors and nausea from eating anything at all. Having to blow eighteen-hundred bucks on a casket was a bit of a gut punch. As were the several blackout curtains they needed to avoid third-degree sunburns. It was annoying to have to sell her silver jewelry and even more so to break out in hives when even slightly near a single fucking garlic clove–

But they could deal with all that. They could bite the bullet in exchange for immortality. 

No one told Naomi that blood cravings were the very last step in turning. 

Just when they had gotten used to waking up a 8pm in a box, right as they had grown accustomed to guessing what their hair and makeup might look like, exactly when the worst of it seemed to be over, there was this pit in their stomach. They were so thirsty. Before resorting to humans, they tried draining raw meat. Nothing. Then a live pig. It didn’t do much. They knew this would happen, of course it would, but they hadn’t expected it to be this painful, and they definitely didn’t know the blood had to be human. 

So, they researched how to get human blood. And sure, you can buy a little legally from donors, but it was so far outside their budget that is was barely even an option. But the cheaper alternatives, aimed at vampires specifically, seemed so needlessly cruel. For every new company she could find, she asked how they supplied their blood. The response was always the same. Humans would be hooked up to IVs, blood coming out of one, and saline coming in from the other. Sometimes they ere given solid food, but at most places, they used a feeding tube. Naomi almost quit, residing themself to finding and extra $700 for 100 tiny milliliters- but then they saw one more hyperlink. 

“Stop paying for subscriptions! Buy a living Bloodbag today!” Exactly as she thought, they were selling humans. She was disgusted at first, but, then she thought about it more. These people were being drained of their blood anyway, so if she buys one, at least they’ll be treated humanely? Maybe it was the thirst talking for them, but they decided to purchase a person. 

They couldn’t afford another massive dent in their bank account, so they scrolled all the way down to the cheapest one. A twenty-seven year old man named Issac Rivera, blood type O+. That, and his picture, was the only information available. He was pale and sickly with blue eyes and tangled brown hair. He had blue eyes and it looked like he had finished crying moments before the photo was taken. Naomi hoped they were making the right choice. 

Which is what landed them here. Waiting for the poor boy to be delivered straight to their door. She had tried to make herself look nonthreatening. She didn’t want to scare him. They wore the mast casual and normal clothes in their dresser and pulled their hair into a little baby ponytail. 

A knock on the door.

It was an older looking man dressed in all black and carrying a parasol in one hand and a rolling suitcase in the other. Oh gods. 

“Naomi Castillo?” He asked. 

“That’s me.” They smiled. Their eyes wouldn’t leave the suitcase, since they were fairly certain that there was a person in there. He handed it over and she felt him kick. 

“If you ever need training or extraction tools, they are available on our site.” It keeps getting worse. 

“Of course, thank you.” Naomi hoped their smile looked real. The man walked away and she quickly unzipped the case. 

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Issac had been sold. He never thought it would happen. He had occasionally been compared to cheap box wine. Perhaps the vampire that bought him wanted something quick and inexpensive. The conversation between his captor and his new owner was muffled, but he felt the case he was in change hands. He instinctively covered the arteries on his neck. She was saying something, but he wasn’t listening. He knew exactly what would happen- she would rip his hand from him neck and drain what little he had left. 

A hand touched his, and he braced for impact. But, he was being led away. Before he could question it, he was sat down on something soft. He hadn’t opened his eyes yet and he wasn’t planning on it. Next thing he knew, something cold was against his lips. Taking just a small peek, it was a water bottle. He shouldn’t trust it, but his mouth was so dry that he just let it go down his throat. 

After the bottle pulled away, he waited for the pain of the bite. He waited and waited, but nothing came. Eventually, he opened his eyes and looked at the vampire next to him, as if he was asking her what she was waiting for. But they just smiled at him. 

“Can you speak?” That wasn’t expected. He used to get told off for talking to himself. 

“Yeah…” His voice was raspy. They handed him back the bottle. 

“Okay, great, um, I’m Naomi!” They gestured to themself. Issac was going to introduce himself, but they already would have known. “Are you hungry?” Naomi arose from the sofa when he nodded, “I don’t have much, I got rid of most of the perishable stuff when I turned. Do you want… dry cereal? I can maybe put it in water- no that sounds gross.” Issac accidentally gave her a look. She was different from the other vampires he had the displeasure of knowing. A bit more dazed and certainly less elegant. 

“Just… dry is fine.” He said. He had no reason to trust them, but he hadn’t had real, solid food in such a long time that if she was planning on drugging him, then he could live with that. He ate in completely awkward silence as Naomi tired not to make eye contact. Internally, Issac was panicking. Yes, he had been trained just in case he was sold, but he hadn’t been for such a long time that he barely even remembered it. Hopefully it would come rushing back to him when he was properly fed and rested. 

“Uh, I put a mattress in a spare room. Do you wanna go to bed?” It’s like they read his mind. Can vampires read minds? He didn’t know. He was tired. He nodded. 

She led him away gently, and closed the door, leaving him alone in the makeshift bedroom. He didn’t have the energy to consider what was going to happen to him. Naomi was weird. Maybe it wasn’t even real. He’s had these kind of dreams before. Maybe when he wakes up he’ll be back in the facility with needles in his arms and a tube down his nose. Or maybe he’ll wake up here and she’ll peirce him with her fangs. He always wondered what a real bite would feel like. It would probably hurt worse than the needle. 

Whatever. He could worry about that when he can keep his eyes open. 

[no-mercy-bby]

No one asked for this execpt my brain, anyways here a slightly dark Handyman!Johnny x reader imagine :))

Light angst and some fluff ahead! Also light stalking.

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Johnny glances at his phone and noticing the time he realizes you were gonna be home in a few minutes.

Quickly leaving his apartment, Johnny walks around back to the small shed that was connected to the building of apartments. He hadn't wanted to do this but it seemed the more he tried to talk to you, the more you seem to drift away from him.

You had moved in a few weeks ago and Johnny had confidently thrown himself at you, only to be shut down because "you weren't ready for a relationship" or something like that. But, you hadn't said no to him, in fact Johnny could have sworn you liked him. You always laughed at his jokes, smiled at him, and waved at him as you left for work in the morning.

Which after following you one day he had realized you were a receptionist at some office.

Johnny needed a way for you to come back to him instead of him coming back to you.

Pulling open the electric panel, Johnny flicks his finger across the first switch that was labeled for your apartment.

Hoping that would be enough to get your wanted attention, Johnny closes the panel door before leaving the shed with a smirk.

Going back into his apartment, he plops down into a chair, checking the time on his Ericsson. You should be home about now...

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Shoving your bag over your shoulder, you climb out of the car, keys jingling in your free hand as the other holds the strap of your bag.

You walk to your front door, feet aching the whole way, why the hell were heels attractive anyway?

You slid the key into the lock, twisting it swiftly before having to shove your bodyweight against the old door to open it.

After shutting the door you turn to flip on the lights of your living room and kitchen. It takes you a second before realizing that they didn't come on.

"Just great...Completes my fucking day.." You grumble, tossing your bag to your loveseat that you could still make out as the sun was setting, casting a warm dim glow into you living room.

Your day had been horrible to say the least. Not only did you have to work your job, you also had to do the other receptionists' job since she was now on maturity leave. You also had to revise all the paperwork from last year because supposedly there had been a mistake that costed the company thousands of dollars but, you hadn't even worked there last year so you were basically completely lost.

You set your keys on the kitchen counter before starting down the small hallway that lead to the bathroom and your bedroom.

Strolling into the bathroom, you flip the light switch and to your suprise at your luck, the light came on!

You turn around and continue down the hall, going into your bedroom and flipping on the light, which also turned on.

You sigh in relief as you kick off your heels towards the small closet, going over and sliding your feet into your comfiest slippers.

You debate back and forth with youself as you stroll back to your front door. Did you really wanna ask Johnny to take a look at the lights? It was then you realized that your fridge probably didn't have power either and it would be hard to find an electrician that wanted to work on a weekend.

Deciding to bite the bullet, you shuffle down to Johnny's apartment. Right after you knock, the door opens up immediately to your suprise, with your luck today you figured he'd be out working late.

"Hey," Johnny says casually with a smile, leaning against the door frame," You finally decided to come over and let me cook dinner for you?"

"No..." You laugh quietly, smiling back at him, his damn smile was infectious. "I came to ask you something."

"Fire away." Johnny nods at you before glancing down at you slippers, edge of his mouth quirking up.

"I know that you're probably exhausted from working all day but the lights went out in my living room and kitchen and I-"

"Of course," Johnny cuts you off, still smiling, before turning around and hefting up his beat up red tool box with one hand.

You step aside with as he steps through the doorway, shutting the door behind himself.

Trailing a step behind Johnny, you follow as he walks around the building to a shed you've never realized was there.

You watch Johnny curiously from the doorway, before glancing around at the various tools within the shed. Taking a step closer, you try to see over his shoulder at what he was doing.

"Can you please step back?" Johnny asks, glancing back at you with a smirk before returning to pretending he was fixing your lights.

You were so damn cute.

"Oh, yeah.. Sorry..." You say softly, going back to the doorway and crossing your arms over your chest.

Flicking the switch for your apartment, Johnny continues to smirk as he shuts the door, time to make his move.

"I think that's it." Johnny nods before turning around, smirking before stepping closer to you.

Surprising him, you didn't step back, only met his eyes with a sweet smile.

"I don't get paid till next week but, if you want to you could come over for dinner? I have a frozen deep dish pizza I've been saving for a rainy day... Its got cheese stuffed in the crust too.." You say trying to appeal to him, a deep dish pizza with stuffed crust meant just friends, right?...

You needed to have at least one friend here...

You and Johnny's friendship had started out great, he introduced himself and had helped you carry boxes in and unpack. He would hit on you occasionally but you easily brushed it off. Then he had asked you on a date while helping you position your new loveseat in front of the tv he mounted on the wall.

"I just don't think I'm ready for a relationship now..." You told him with a shrug off your shoulders, as you tossed pillows from a basket onto the loveseat.

"One date doesn't make it a relationship," Johnny countered, making you roll your eyes before throwing a pillow at him.

But still, Johnny boy has persisted on, every now and then asking you to dinner, making sure NOT to ask you on a date.

And yet here you were standing in front of him in your fuzzy slippers, while the sunset continued to set, asking if it wanted to eat a frozen pizza with you.

Guess you were gonna make a move instead of him, not that it turned Johnny away any, really only made him want you more.

"That sounds amazing," Johnny agrees with a bright smile," Just let me put this away real quick." He shakes his tool box, making the tools rattle as he goes back to his apartment.

You try to keep up with Johnny's long strides but by the time you got to his apartment Johnny was shutting the door again, no toolbox in hand, only his apartment key.

You smile as you stroll back to your door, hearing his footsteps behind you.

Once again you shove open the door, turning to flip on the lights, which thankfully they turn on!

"Hey! You actually fixed it." You say exclaim happily. You knew he was technically a handyman but didn't know if he knew all that much about electrical.

"Wouldn't have agreed to fix it otherwise," Johnny says bluntly, slowly shutting the door behind himself, watching as you go to the small kitchen area.

"I guess I should have expected you to know what you're doing," You joked, grabbing the pizza out of the freezer and preheating the oven.

"You need anymore help?" Johnny asks sweetly, walking over and leaning against the counter.

You hesitate for second, you really didn't wanna bother him more than you already had.

"..Could you put this in the oven while I go take a shower? I've been on my feet almost all day an-"

"You don't need to explain yourself to me, I think I can handle a frozen pizza." Johnny assures, taking the pizza box you were struggling to open and opening it easily before setting it on the pan.

"Thanks so much Johnny!" You thanked him, turning around and going into the bathroom, locking the door behind yourself.

Johnny smirked loving the way you said his name, you were so sweet and he hated that you didn't say it as much as you should.

You were his after all.

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John Wick Chapter 3 Parabellum (John Wick x Reader)

Chapter 6: Who Do You Wish To Die As, Jonathan?

Chapter 1 / Chapter 5

The subway train stopped and you and John, now in cleaner suits thanks to the Elder, walk out of the train and into the station. As you two walked along the station, a couple of guys started to come at you two. John holds his hand out to stop you as the two of you glared at the men. They started to pull out their weapons when, suddenly, some men came up and stabbed them and killed them.

You let out a small gasp as the newcomers looked at you. But they gestured for you guys to go ahead, John looks between them for a moment then takes your hand in his and both of you start to head out.

As you and John walked out in the main area of the station, a man, who they call Zero, walks down the stairs and started to come towards you two, a knife in hand. John noticed him then looks over at you and both of you nod as you two pull out your own knives and started to walk over to Zero.

"Stick together kids!" A female voice said and a woman with a line of school children started to cut between you two and Zero. Not wanting to hurt anyone, the three of you stopped and waited for the line of kids to go through. "You see? That's why you're special, John Wick." Zero said as you watch the kids go by. "I wouldn't have stopped. It's good they have your back." He said then suddenly, one of his men seemed to have a appeared out of nowhere next to him. You blinked your eyes a few times to make sure you saw that correctly when Zero smiles.

"How was your trip? Going to The Continental?" Zero asked when John looks over his shoulder and see one of Zero's henchmen standing behind you. John quickly pulls you away from the man then he grabs the guy, slices his throat and stabs him. As the guy slumps forward, John places his arm around the guy's neck then turns to Zero. "He with you?" He asked him then he drops the body. "He was." Zero said and John grabs your hand, just as the last group of kids and other people pass by, and the next thing Zero knew, you two were gone. "Nice trick." Zero said, impressed.

Both of you made it out of the station and into the alleyway when a motorcycle pulls up. John runs, jumps then tackles the driver of the bike, knocking him down and off of the bike. Then another motorcycle comes up and you throw your knife at the driver, which hits him in the shoulder. The driver screams out and stops the bike as you run over to him, pull your knife out and stab him while John was fighting the other guy for his gun. 

John grabs the gun out of his hand and shoots him in the chest then in the head while you stabbed the other driver in the chest, right in the heart. You take a few deep breathes as John gathers the guns from the two drivers then hands you a gun. You take the gun and the two of you head to one of the motorcycles and John takes the control while you sit behind him.

He starts the bike while you wrap your arms around his waist then you two take off just as Zero runs out of the station to see you guys leave.

You two were coming up to the closed bridge when a group of motorcyclists come upon you guys. A couple of them pull out their swords and come up either side of you and started to slash at you with their swords. Both of you duck down then you pull out your gun and shot one of them while John punched the other before he pulls out his gun and shot the bike.

A couple more men started to come at you two and tried to swing their swords at you and John but both of you ducked and John would block then by holding their arm away and you would come up and stab their arm. When another sword swinger came up, John blocked his swings then pulled the sword out of his hand and stabbed him then hit the guy with the butt of the sword then sliced at him. The body flopped backward and his arm got caught in the bike, which made it flip and crash into another cyclist.

Another cyclists came up, which had two riders on it, but you and John took them out. You shot one of the riders and John punch him and hit him with the sword he had then he stabbed the front tire and the bike goes flying while the last cyclist, which was Zero, started to chase after you two.

After getting off of the bridge, you two drive down a street when Zero comes up to your right side and tried to sideswipe you guys. But John moved the bike over then continued on, where you could see the Continental just up ahead. 

As you guys got closer, Zero was able to hit y'all's bike and made you two crash and fall. He also lost control of his bike and falls off while you and John rolled right in front if the steps of the Continental. Zero gets up and comes towards you two, a gun in his hand, when both you and John place your hands on the steps as Zero steps in front of you and aims his gun at John.

"Sir!" A voice shouted and Zero looks up to see Charon standing in front of the door. "Put your weapon down." Charon ordered. "He's excommunicado." Zero said, nodding towards John. "Unless you wish to become the same, I suggest you lower your gun." Charon said and Zero glares at him then lowers the gun.

"We'd like to see the manager." John said to Charon. "Of course. If you would be so kind as to follow me." Charon said and you guys enter the building.

"Please take a seat. I will let him know you have arrived." Charon said to you and John as he gestures towards the couches in the main lobby area. He leaves the took, leaving you, John and Zero alone in the room. John takes your hand in his and both of you go and sit on the couch and he pulls you close to him while Zero takes the end of the of the couch and tries to scoot closer to you two.

You looked over at him, your brow furrowed, then you looked over at John, who didn't like that Zero was sitting close to you. John gets up, you follow him, and the two of you go over to this smaller couch that was big enough for two people to sit in.

Zero scoots over to the spot you two were just residing in then leans forward. "I gotta tell you. I've been looking forward to meeting you for a long time. I'm a huge fan. John Wick! And so far, you haven't disappointed." Zero said, excitedly, at John. "And I have to give a compliment to your wife. I mean, for someone that's not an assassin, she can handle herself pretty well! You're a lucky man!" Zero said as you bite your lips to hold back a smile.

Then you heard trotting footsteps and yours and John's dog comes over to you two and jumps up on you two and started to lick John's face. "Is that the dog?" Zero asked as the dog then goes over to lick your face. "He likes both of you. Oh, but me...I'm more of a cat person, myself." Zero said as the dog goes back to licking John's face. "Hey, dog." John said to the dog as you pet the dog's back. "Hey, buddy." You said then the dog goes back to you and licks your face.

"We're the same, you know. Both given the same gift." Zero said to John. "We're not the same." John said to him.  Yes, we are." Zero said. "No, we're not." John said, firmly, when Charon comes back in. "The manager is ready for you now in the administrative lounge, sir." He said and you, lightly, push the dog off of you and both of you got up.

"We're both masters of death, Mr Wick." Zero said, stopping you and John. John looks down at the dog and said. "Sit." The dog does just that as he looks up at you two. "Stay." John said and the dog just sits there. "Good boy." You said then both of you walk out of the room.

The elevator stops and you and John walked out of it and walk along the glass hallway. Then you two head up the stairs and see Winston standing behind his desk. "Tread carefully, Jonathan. We only use this room on special occasions. When you simply have to see what your opponent is holding under the table." Winston said before he chuckles.

"How was your journey here, eventful?" He asked. "Yeah." John replied. "Of course. They sent men to kill you and your wife, and now you to kill me. Isn't that why you're here?" He asked. "I have served. I will be of service." John said. "But you're having doubts. Just don't make the mistake of pretending this is personal. If you feel you must, put a bullet through my heart." Winston said as he holds out a small gun from under his desk then he walks over to you two.

"The High Table has asked me to step down." Winston informs. "The hour?" John asked. "The hour." Winston said. "You should've killed me in The Continental." John said and you look at him, worriedly. "Maybe I should have." Winston said, shrugging.

"Rules and consequences." John stated as Winston walks closer. "Mmm. Seems like everyone is suffering from the consequences of their actions." Winston said. "And you're not stepping down." You said, questionable, and he smirks. "No. I don't think I am." Winston said. "So it's war? You're going to war with the High Table." John said. "Skirmish. Unless you decide to shoot me, but then, I'd rather die at the hand of a friend than that of an enemy. Oh, I've made my choice. It's up to you to make yours." Winston said.

"What choice?" John asked. "You shoot me, you sell your soul." Winston replied. "But I'll be alive. And I can be with her." John said as he takes your hand in his and nodded towards you. "Until you die as a servant of the High Table. Now, you did the impossible. You stopped, you got out. You only came back because (y/n) was kidnapped. The real question is, who do you wish to die as?" Winston asked him. "The Baba Yaga? The last thing many men ever see. Or as a man, who loves and is loved by his wife. Who do you wish to die as, Jonathan?" Winston asked John as he holds out the small gun to him.

John looks at the gun, takes it out of his hand then lifts up your right hand to look at your chopped off finger. Winston's eyes widen, upon seeing this, then turns to look at you as if to confirm what he is seeing right now. You swallowed then gave a firm nod to him, he let's out a small sigh and a look that said I'm sorry just as you guys hear footsteps. 

The three of you turn and see a tall woman with short hair and wearing black pantsuit, a black jacket and carrying her black gloves in her left hand. She seems to carry herself like someone who meant business. She walks down the steps and towards you three then looks over at you and John.

"Mr and Mrs Wick. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am an adjudicator." Shd said then she looks over at Winston. "Have you decided to step down?" She asked him. "I think not." Winston replied then she looks over at John. "And you, will you be putting a bullet in his head?" She asked him.

John looks over at you, as if he was asking you for permission. You looked into his eyes and it was like you two were having a silent conversation together. At this point, you didn't care how things went. You just wanted to be by John's side and if that means both of you had to die or that Winston had to die, you didn't care. Whatever he chooses, you would follow him.

You gave a slight nod to John, who nods back, and he turns to the Adjudicator. "No. I don't think I will." He said and he hands the gun back to Winston. "Very well." She said then she turns around, walks a few steps away and pulls out her phone. "I'd like to change a designation. Adjudication 1011979. The Continental Hotel, New York. Deconsecrated." She said and you felt your heart bumping hard in your chest and you hold John's hand tightly.

Then she hangs up her phone then turns to face the three of you. "Gentlemen and ma'am, this institution is now deconsecrated. Business may now be conducted on Continental grounds. Since you are refusing to step down, and you are refusing a direct order, your lives are now forfeit. High Table emissaries will be joining you presently to see the removal of your souls from the property. Good evening." She said and walks away.

"This haven is safe no more." Winston said. "Are services still off limits to me?" John asked. "Under the circumstances, your privileges are reinstated immediately." Winston said. "And her?" John asked, nodding towards you. "From what I've heard, she is a capable woman and I will gladly offer her the service and privilege. What do you need?" Winston asked. "Guns. Lots of guns." John replied and Winston smiles.