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gay-for-the-snz · 9 months ago

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In Sickness, and in Health (M, cold, pt. 2/2)

Yay :) part 2 of this! Thank you to the people who read part 1 and were so kind about it. It's been very exciting to actually be WRITING again (I have never been so productive in my whole entire life omg) and to have something wrapped up for everyone, myself included!

The aftermath of the wedding, some additional suffering, and a little tenderness

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By the time the bulk of the clean-up has taken place, he isn't sure how he's still alive. He's got his face down on the only table that isn't getting packed up to go, having already helped to fill his trunk and that of everyone else who stayed. It's past ten thirty, nearing eleven, and this is so far past his usual bedtime it's absurd. More than that, he's exhausted. The kind of weariness that's seeped into his bones and has him struggling to keep upright, let alone keep his eyes open.

"Hey! Thanks again for being such a huge help. I know it's late, but you're a real lifesaver." One of the men--one of Matt's brothers, he thinks--pats his back, and he has to haul himself to his feet before he's going to be actually sleeping at the table here. Something gets set on the table in front of him--a little bottle of some store brand cold medicine that expired years ago--and he leans down to murmur something in his ear. "I know it's not allergies. I found this in one of the cabinets in the back. You drive safe, okay?"

"I will. I appreciate it." He follows everybody out and watches them lock up, and when the night air hits him, he's shivering so violently that he's half afraid he's going to shake apart at the seams. The trek back to his car is made with the aid of his phone flashlight, and trembling hands fumble with his car keys badly enough that he drops them into the gravel, has to awkwardly half lay on it to scrabble around underneath the car to try and find them.

The prospect of attempting to drive back like this hits him like a truck. He absolutely cannot drive like this. Which means he has to weigh his options. He could call someone to try and come pick him up, but that leaves him with the fact that his car will be stuck here, not to mention that that would mean begging somebody to come make a four hour roundtrip to come pick him up, even if something coul be done with his car. They wouldn't get home until three in the morning. He wouldn't get home until three in the morning. He'd have to wait for them to get there, on top of making them come and get him.

No. The only real choice is that he'll have to just...wait it out.

This is fine. If he just curls up here, he can sleep for about four hours, and then make the drive home, get ready for work, and be into his shift on time. Perfectly manageable. His trunk is currently packed to the gills with chairs he still has to get home, but that just means that he was reminded of the blanket he keeps back there, and it's now flopped into the backseats.

The backseat of his Subaru Impreza is not the most ideal space to sleep--especially not a 1994 station wagon when he's a very leggy 6'3--but he's intent on making it work. The blanket, a somewhat scratchy woolen one, doesn't stretch to cover all of him at once, but the way he's folded up to fit makes it get pretty close, and with Niklas's jacket as a pillow, he can almost pretend that it's comfortable.

The shift in position brings with it a shift in congestion, and laying down like he is, it's got his ears feeling clogged and crackly just like his sinuses, threatening to spark that ache behind his eyes and his teeth, but it isn't there just yet. He's mostly out of tissues, having burned through most of his stock on the drive here, but he affords himself a handful of them to awkwardly prop himself up on one elbow and blow his nose forcefully to try and do as much damage to the wall of congestion as he can in one shot. How effective it is is debatable, but he feels like he has to at least be able to say that he tried.

Some animal makes a sound out in the distance--probably a coyote, if he had to hazard a guess--and he is viscerally reminded that he is laying in a tin can in the middle of God-knows-where, with no cell reception, an almost dead battery, in the pitch dark. He starts the car in such a panic that he almost forgets to throw it into reverse, and sends gravel flying as he practically floors it to a spot in front of the building that is definitely not a parking space, bathed in the dim light of a single fixture above the wall to deter break-ins.

He withdraws a small amount of his disdain for moths. He understands their fixation with lights now.

God, he's feverish. He's dimly aware of the heat of his skin against the jacket, sweaty and smothering, even if he's still so cold he feels like he may as well be stark naked in a snowstorm. He doesn't have anything in the glove box that will help, though, so he really doesn't have much option aside from grinning and bearing it until morning, and hoping that whatever sleep he manages to snatch from tonight will ease things enough to make the drive safer and more bearable.

He doesn't get much actual sleeping done, though, it feels like every time he starts getting comfortable, something wakes him again, whether that's a nagging need to cough, or discomfort enough to need to roll over, or the fact that he is still feeling that nagging, desperate tickle that just won't seem to leave him alone. It backs down occasionally, just enough to make him think that it might be satisfied, and then it returns with a vengeance and a handful of sneezes that set his eyes to watering and scrape at an already raw throat.

He rubs at his eyes and has to practically crawl into the front seat to get enough light to read his watch. Twelve oh three. It's past midnight, now. He groans, and it triggers a rough cough that has him having to lean forward to feel like he can take a full breath and end the paroxysm. When it finally tapers off again, he hangs his head wearily. Maybe he should just start driving now, since he clearly isn't going to be getting much sleep?

No. That's a foolish idea. He can still feel the boiling heat of his skin, even if none of that heat seems to have transferred to the rest of him. He should at least try and rest, even if he can't sleep.

He lays back down, half propped up now to try and ease the congestion in his head and his chest.

He can't keep the numbers straight. What time was it? He squints at his phone instead of the awkward gymnastics like last time, and--ow! Maybe he should have remembered to turn the brightness down, the light has him feeling like it's searing his eyes. He can feel that telltale prickle in his nose, that wave of irritation that always accompanies the bright light, and despite his best efforts, he's never been good at holding back, but especially when he's in the grips of an absolutely hellacious headcold.

"hH...hUH-!? uUDDZZHHyue! 'DZZHhue! hu-UZZHHieww!" It elicits a whimper of discomfort as he rubs at his throat, trembling fingers settling over sweat-slick skin. His nose threatens to drip, a droplet of moisture clinging to raw nostrils and shivering with every breath. It's so ticklish that it steals his breath away again. "Please don't--hIEZZHH'hue! 'DZZHHyue!"

Fingers scrabble uselessly over the floorboards until they catch hold of the tee shirt he was wearing this morning, and he brings it to his face to muffle the last sneeze into, and then blows fiercely in a zealous attempt at delaying the next fit as long as possible.

For all this, he still doesn't manage to catch the time. He braces himself, angling the screen away from himself enough to give a couple attempts to turning the brightness all the way down, before he finally looks at it again. Twelve twenty-seven. He slumps back against the seat and just lets himself lay there shivering.

He finally dozes off sometime around twelve forty-five, one o' clock, and isn't sure when he actually opens his eyes again. Someone is knocking on the window, shining a flashlight in that makes it impossible to see their face from the glare. He raises a hand to half shield his eyes, squinting at the figure to try and make anything out about them. "Hello?"

"Sir, please step out of the vehicle."

"Am I--am I in trouble?"

"Sir."

He awkwardly acquiesces, untangling himself from the blanket and the way he's been folded up as best as he can, fumbling to unlock the door and get himself out of the vehicle. The beige of the uniform and the vague outline of the patches look like it's probably a park ranger. Or was it a state trooper that'd regulate out here? Did they wear beige? Maybe they wore blue? Either way, they're getting aggressive, banging on the window more forcefully as they bark to get out of the car.

He straightens up and is surprised to find that they're nearly the same height--the figure behind the flashlight still obscured, the hat shielding their face in shadow. "Do you know why I'm talking to you?"

"Oh. It--I'm not drunk, if that's your fear. I'm not sleeping off anything worse than a cold and some expired cold medicine."

"Did you really think you would get off that easily?"

"I don't understand--"

"Man, he wasn't kidding. You really are an idiot."

"What are you--"

"Come on, Elliott. Did you really think that this little game was gonna last forever?"

His blood is like ice in his veins. "Who are you?"

"Friend of your husband's. Well, former husband's. In the eyes of the law, anyway. You broke your vow to be married, you know that?"

"I didn't do anything wrong, I--this isn't any of your concern!?"

He flinches when they grab him by the collar--

--and wakes with a horrified gasp, hands gripping at his shirt and at his collar to push away the hands that aren't there. He looks around in a panic, and is met with nothing but the interior of his car, the sound of his alarm chiming merrily on his phone from the top of the center console. He buries his face in his hands with a shaking exhale, his heart thudding in his chest and threatening to leap right out. "Oh, God have mercy."

He is absolutely cloaked in sweat, his clothes sticking to his body weirdly, and he extracts himself from the backseat with a groan of pain. His back, finicky at the best of times, is absolutely livid with him for the mistreatment. Leaning against the side of his car, he stretches as best he can, and grunts with satisfaction when he can get a couple good cracks from his spine that seems to make things a touch less angry. It won't do anything for his neck and sleeping at a weird angle, but he can spend tonight curled up on the heating pad.

His nose twitches, and he just braces against the car to let the inevitable fit wrack his frame. "YIZZHHuue! hH'HIDZH-! IDZZHH'ieww! Huh--! h-hUH--!? UDZZHH'hue! uDZH'iew! 'GZZHHyue! hH--!? ...sdf!" He sneezes openly towards the gravel, feeling his nose dripping freely, before he drags a sleeve beneath still quivering nostrils. Mornings are always rough on him, but he has to admit that this fit feels particularly harsh, and only half finished. He needs to find something that's not his clothing to contain this with.

He half shuffles towards the bathroom, and thanks God that they don't lock it at night. The glaring lights sting his eyes, and he knows he's going to sneeze from that, too. He barely catches sight of himself in the mirror, before he's forced to squeeze his eyes shut again.

"iEZZHHieww! iIDZZHH'hue! 'DZZHHue! Ohh...hh...h-hHIIZZHHyuuee!" He holds frozen in place for another couple of seconds, before he sighs with not exactly relief, but at least he's sure he's done for the time being. He opens his eyes and grimaces, the mirror now speckled with the contents of a cold. Paper towels squeak against the glass as he wipes it away haphazardly, and when his reflection is revealed through smudged streaks, his nose is practically the same shade of dark red as his dress shirt is.

The toilet paper is scratchy against his nose when he swipes a handful of it, but it's much softer than the paper towels, or damp fabric, so it's the best he's got for the time being. He's stopping at the first 24 hour convenience store or mini-mart or whatever it happens to be that he passes, and buying another box or three of tissues, and some cold medicine that isn't horribly out of date.

The first step, though, is getting out of here and back towards civilization. He washes his hands thoroughly, and then washes his face somewhat to try and do something about just how bad he looks, all smudged makeup and exhaustion and feverish sweat, and calls it good when his efforts are barely rewarded. He'll hardly be the worst thing somebody's seen walking into their store at three in the morning. He should really keep a change of clothes in the trunk again. He doesn't remember what he used the last set for, but he definitely forgot to replace them.

He rolls slowly for a few miles, knuckles whitened from just how hard he's gripping the wheel, afraid he's gonna miss his turn and be stuck out here in bumfuck nowhere, with no idea where he is or any ability to call somebody for help.

He finds the stop sign and hooks a sharp left, and nearly jumps out of his skin when the silence is broken by his phone suddenly dinging a half a dozen times in the passenger seat. Evidently he's crossed back into reception. He throws it in park and hits the hazards to check them, because it's not like there's much happening out here that's going to demand his attention.

Messages from Matt and Colleen, thanking him from being a part of the wedding, and a copy of a couple of the photos they took. One of them requests his address to send an official thank-you card. A handful of texts from Bolormaa, Niklas, and the Captain, asking him if he made it home safe since he never let them know (like he PROMISED, one reminds him). A reminder from Corben that he has to go to work early tonight so he needs to pick Warren up the instant he gets off of work, or else lock up when he leaves if they don't overlap and see eachother.

His head aches. That heavy, sharp pressure-y sort of pain in his sinuses that makes his teeth ache like they're going to be forced out of his skull. The fabric of the tee shirt, still damp and somewhat chafing over already raw skin, is brought to his face as he blows his nose for what must be the millionth time since yesterday morning, and he's somewhat relieved to find that for once it seems to actually have done something useful for him. He can still feel the sinus pressure--he's probably not escaping this one without an infection, which means there's likely a trip to urgent care in his future--but it's less painful and more just tight and itchy.

He sniffs thickly and swallows the last few sips from a water bottle whose age could probably be carbon dated at this point. Right. First thing's first. As much as he really doesn't want to, he should...probably make at least one call.

His phone screen is lit up as it rings, displaying the phone number and "Captain (Work)" with a little emoji of an anchor and a sailboat. The tickle that's been satisfied up until now flares to life again as he waits for him to pick up. It is, to say the least, inconvenient.

A groggy "hello?" greets him.

He means to say 'hello' back. Instead, he responds with a disgustingly productive sneeze, half of an apology, and then another three sneezes that leave his nose running like a dang tap.

"Bless you."

"Captain, don't be mad."

"You know, no one ever calls me at three in the morning for good news, do they?"

"I'm probably going to be late this morning."

"I already gave you the day off?"

"I--I didn't think that we ever agreed--"

"You didn't agree. I was clear. You sound awful. Worse than yesterday by a longshot, for sure. Did you fall asleep before you could let the three people in my car beside themselves with worry know that you were home safe?"

He doesn't know how to respond, feeling the shame creeping up his neck, so he doesn't, aside from wet sniffles.

"...Elliott."

"Yes, sir?"

"You did make it home safe, didn't you?"

"Uhm..."

"Elliott."

"Not--not...exactly?"

"What does 'not exactly' mean?"

He fiddles with the button by his collar, nervous fingers instinctively finding something to busy themselves with. "I'm, uhm...still up here?" He rushes through the last part quickly and softly, as if this will absolve him of the reaction to it.

"STILL UP THERE?" He has to hold the phone away from his face at the sudden increase in volume, which is doing nothing to help his headache. "You mean to tell me you're still up at the venue?"

"A couple miles away to get reception..."

"So when we offered you to drive you home, to have any one of us take your car or go with you and you just drop us off and then take yourself home, and you swore you were fine--"

"Please don't be mad--"

"I'm not mad, I'm concerned. Hold on, I need to put my eyes on. Do not hang up."

"I'll be fine, I just--I might sneeze, sor-ryhh--?" He holds up a finger in warning, as if it would actually be useful to someone a hundred miles from his car, but he sags with a sigh that the Captain mirrors. "I can drive myself, I'm--well, I'm not feeling better, but I'm a little less tired, and I'm stopping somewhere to buy medicine, so that should help, and when I get home I promise I'll try and sleep a little more."

"And?"

"And then...be into work?"

That's the wrong answer. He can practically feel the disapproving look through the phone. "And then you will take another dose, pick up the bairn from him, and then go back to sleep. She's old enough, she can mind herself. Leave a little supper in a dish and she and the cat will be happy to take their dinner the same way."

"I'm not feeding my daughter like a cat?"

"Well you're also not coming to work, so you can decide if you'd rather do both, or neither."

"I hardly think--"

"Elliott Anthony, if you come into work, I am picking you up and throwing you over my shoulders like a sack of potatoes and carrying you back to my car, and if you're too heavy, I employ enough strapping men and women that one of them will be capable in my stead. Go home, SAFELY, and call me the instant your feet hit the threshold. Do I make myself clear?"

He cows under the use of his middle name, and finally offers little more than a sheepish "...yes, sir."

"Good. I am going back to sleep now, but if you feel at all like you're not going to make it, you call me, or someone else, and we will make sure you make it back safe and sound."

"Thank you. Uhm, Captain...?"

"Yes?"

"I just...you were right. I just wanted to say I was sorry."

He sighs, the sound hazy through the crackle of a poor connection. "Son, I don't want you to be sorry. I want you to be safe. I don't want to have to put 'hard-worker' on your epitaph."

"You're so old that I doubt you'll outlive me--I mean--that's not what I meant--?"

"I'm holding you to that. I expect to be long gone before you are. Drive safe, y'hear?"

"Loud and clear, O Captain my Captain."

"Goodnight, Elliott."

"Goodnight, sir."

The line goes dead, and he sits there for another minute more. The drive is going to suck, but at least he'll be stopping somewhere to stretch his legs and get something in his system. He still isn't hungry by any stretch of the imagination, but he figures most stores have a can of soup or broth, maybe a Gatorade, something to give him a little boost and into better shape.

The drive is quiet for the most part, aside from the sounds of his own suffering, but he's pleased when the radio crackles back to life from the dull static and into what he has to assume are songs forty through seventy of the Top Hundred Hits of the Seventies, Eighties, and Nineties. His throat's still raw, but that doesn't stop him from whispering along to "Hooked on a Feeling," nor does it stop him from occasionally breaking into the least strenuous parts of "Dancing Queen". Even if he could, he never sings around anyone but himself--for their benefit. He's been assured, and would assure others in turn, that he couldn't carry a tune in a lidded bucket. The only songs coaxed from him around others are the hymns with the other parishioners where he can be lost as one of many, or occasionally "Happy Birthday" if the recipient is suitably close to him, and forgiving enough to grin and bear it.

He almost misses his exit towards the gas station because he's so preoccupied scrubbing at his nose, but he catches the sign just in time to make an inadvisably hasty turn onto the exit ramp, along with the one other soul on the road at this hour. Unsurprisingly, the middle of nowhere at three forty-five is not a popular place for a Sunday drive.

It's some little store that is, in his opinion, flirting dangerously close to the line of copyright infringement on Walmart, some weird little "Shop Mart" in a cheery blue that's only half lit by the sign above it. He parks, badly, and steps inside with the last couple of tissues out of the box pressed against his leaking nose.

The fluorescents hum overhead like a bug zapper, as he browses the aisles. It's slim pickings for most things, and the cashier's left her checkstand to hover suspiciously close behind him while he shops. Evidently he either looks more suspicious than he thinks he does, or she's just bored. He ghosts a hand over a couple different options for cold medicine--all name brands at absurd prices, before eventually deciding this is a DayQuil SEVERE kind of cold and not a Sudafed Sinus Congestion Relief Maximum Strength kind of cold.

It's awkward to finagle the things into his arms--they don't have any baskets, unless she's hiding them somewhere or they're in a goofy spot--and pins that beneath one arm so he can snag a couple boxes of tissues. One step above the worst, cheapest ones they've got, to compensate since he's going to be spending so much on the medicine. The cashier still doesn't say anything, she just watches him like he's not the most conspicuous man on planet earth. He's the only person here, the only car in the lot aside from, presumably, her own, and he stands a lanky 6'3 with an extraordinarily obvious red nosed cold and a braid that hangs down to his thighs. He would hardly be able to say 'you've got the wrong guy'.

He opts to take what he's already picked up to the counter to drop them there, in an effort to assuage her worries, but also to give his his free hand back, since the other is still occupied fussing with his nose. He squints at the options they've got for soup, which are worse than he would have hoped, and instead gets a can of Spaghetti-O's, since they're the only thing that don't need a can opener, which defeats the 'convenience' aspect of a 'convenience store' in his opinion, but he digresses, and then stands there staring at the drink options. He goes for a red Gatorade, and then grabs a light blue to go with it after another second's thought. It will be a long drive, after all.

"Hey, have y'all got a bathroom I can use?"

"For paying customers only."

"You just watched me pick things out?"

"You haven't paid yet."

"This would be a lot of effort just to deceive you into bathroom usage."

"Look, man, you've gotta pay first. I don't make the rules."

He rolls his eyes, but doesn't press the topic any further, dropping his remaining purchases onto the counter, and very pointedly pulls his wallet out of his pocket.

She scans his items at a snail's pace, denying his reach for the box of tissues. "Your total will be twenty six dollars and eighty three cents."

He hands her his card, eyeing the tissues longingly. She swipes it, and tells him, deadpan, "you card declined. Do you wanna try another one?"

"Declined? What--you know what, fine, I've got cash, hold on." Great. That means the child support is late--again. He digs through his wallet, and comes up with a grant total of...twenty five eighty six. "...hold on. Just--don't put any of this back. I have some change in the car."

"I'm trying to go on my smoke break."

"You can't give me two minutes? Can't spare a hundred and twenty seconds?"

"Fine."

Well, she is definitely not getting a good survey from the link on his receipt. He is very quickly running out of time--for the tissues in his hand, until the next fit he can feel threatening to creep up at any second, until the cashier decides to go take her break. He doesn't even count, just grabs the handful of loose change from the cubby in front of the console and hustles back in to stop her from leaving her post again. "This should cover it."

She hums in thought. "Sorry, that was a hundred and thirty-eight by the clock on the wall. I'll see you in fifteen."

"Are you--?" Oh. She is serious. She makes her way back from behind the counter to go stand outside and light her cigarette.

He follows her out to just watch her, then. "Can you at least let me open the tissues?"

"That's stealing."

She and Florence would be best friends with their matching bad attitudes, he's sure of it. He tries to always be respectful and not think badly of anyone else, especially a woman, but he is fighting with every fiber of his being to bite his tongue. "Okay."

He swipes at his nose again with the last of his tissues, well beyond their use and now just serving to further irritate his skin. He's breathing through his mouth mostly out of necessity, but also because he's too afraid to really attempt to breathe through his nose. He knows that one wrong breath is going to have him sneezing, and...

Oh. That would be terribly unkind of him, wouldn't it? Something he definitely shouldn't do?

He goes back inside to wait, feeling the lingering irritation heightened by the smoke outside, and stands patiently next to the checkstand. She takes her sweet time, drifting back in a minute or so early, and watching the clock. "Hold on. I've still got a minute left."

That's fine by him. He reaches up to rub his nose, feeling his breath scissor from that last little nudge. With nothing left to use, and the tissues being held hostage, he goes with the only option he has left. Really she's left him no choice.

"h-hH'IGZZHHuhh! uHHDZZHHyue! Hh...hyIZZHHieww! 'DZZHHuuee!" He pitches into cupped hands that are still holding the spare change, feeling the way each sneeze tears through his sinuses and threatens to bend him at the waist. "Ohh...sdfff! Please excuse me." He drops the coins, each now rather shiny, onto the counter. "Keep the change." He gives her his sweetest smile, scooping the items off the counter and into his arms and pointedly ignoring her horrified expression.

That was so gross and unkind of him. He knows he'll regret it when he thinks about it later, but right now, he feels stupidly empowered. He tears open the tissues and tends to his nose as delicately as possible, and then takes a swig of the DayQuil and one of the Gatorades. It's a little past four now, so he's still got just enough time to make it home and then shower before going into work...

Well. Maybe taking that sick day he was offered wouldn't be terrible...since it's been offered to be paid and all, and he is feeling so poorly. He supposes he'll just decide when he gets home. He's got about an hour and a half, maybe a little less, to mull it over while he's driving.

He texts Bolormaa and Niklas while he's thinking about it, just to tell them that he's still alive and on the road, and he knows when they wake up later and see it they'll be calling him up to ask what on earth he means by 'on the road' at this hour when he should be sleeping off this cold and cozy in his blankets. He'll cross that bridge when he comes to it. For now, he's got to get moving or he'll be late for whatever he chooses.

He only has to pull over once so he can sneeze--he opts to keep driving for most of the fits that overtake him, but that one was too much to really consider it responsible to be operating a motor vehicle with his eyes closed--and he slumps in through his front door at just a shade past five thirty. He feels absolutely worse for wear, and the exhaustion that's been nibbling at him hits him full force when the relief sets in that he's finally made it.

The apartment stands empty to welcome him home, but he doesn't know that he's disappointed by the lack of company. He doesn't think he's feeling exceptionally social or in good shape to be people-ing right now. He makes straight for the bedroom first, beyond eager to try and get himself into some semblance of order, and to at least grab something clean to change into Whether he's working after this or not--he still isn't quite sure what he's going to do--he'll still need socks and underwear, and can choose the rest of his outfit once he's done showering.

The first thing he does when he hits the bathroom is to strip nude, grimacing at how gross these clothes are and what he's put them through, and then he hauls his sorry self into the shower to wash up. He just stands there for awhile with his head resting against the wall, the hot water pouring over aching muscles, steam lovingly kissing his swollen sinuses. He nearly falls asleep, realizing he's dozing when he has to shoot an arm out to steady himself against the wall, and decides it's high time to actually try and clean himself up a little instead of just enjoying boiling himself like a lobster.

He doesn't want to even bother with washing his hair, but he knows if he doesn't he'll just spend the rest of the day thinking 'gosh, I ought to've' and that he should just do it and get it over with. His shampoo--one of the few things he spends an indulgent amount on as a luxury instead of a necessity--smells earthy and floral, richly scented like lavender.

Usually it's quite soothing, like being wrapped up in a candle, or a field in full bloom. Usually. He groans when it makes his nose tingly as he squeezes it into his palm, but he isn't going to just waste it, nor is he going to just not wash his hair. He's already sneezed enough for his liking--more than enough, really!--but he doesn't intend to just throw his hands up because his shampoo is adding itself to the list of things that are going to set a terribly sensitive nose off.

He's only partially through lathering it into his hair when he feels the need to sneeze swell, stealing the breath from his lungs in a shaky gasp, and then is bent at the waist with a desperately insistent, "iiIZZHHyue!" that doesn't seem to put a dent into the itch that's wormed itself deep into every nook and cranny of his senses. "hAH--ADZZHHuuee! 'GZZHHieww!" Oh God. This is really going to be bothersome, isn't it? "hiIGZZHH'ieww! yiIZZHH'hue!" He's just standing there, half propped against the wall by his elbow, stuttering attempts at continuing to scrub at his scalp to just muscle through it that are interrupted by the fact that he just locks up as he sneezes. The sooner he's done, the sooner he can wash this out of his hair, he doesn't even care if he has to skip the conditioner, he can just do a slipshod job at getting his skin clean and move the heck on.

He half whimpers as another pair of sneezes tear their way out of him, clawing over his throat in abject misery, and he finally just stands under the water with the awkward tall-guy-shower-squat that reminds him he will never, ever be able to be considered sexy if he showers with another human being. It washes over him in a sudsy cascade, and he does an exceptionally haphazard job at trying to get his skin clean before calling the whole thing a wash--literally and figuratively--and shutting the water off with a pitiful "ah--hAH-!? hADZZHHyue!" that seems to, mercifully, signal the end of this for the time being.

Yeah, no, he can't do this. He will take a half day instead, catch a couple hours of sleep before he drags himself in for the second half of his shift--it would be so selfish to take the whole day when they were already closed yesterday, they'll be so behind on their orders...

He shoots a text to the Captain, then begins the process of drying off his hair. Sometimes he thinks he should just cut it all off, but he also knows that if he was ever attempted to be taken up on this offer, he would back away in a heartbeat. It's a hassle sometimes, but certainly no accident that it's this long. It took a lot of effort! He's not just going to waste that all on a whim!

He knows that it is the worst thing he could possibly do if he wants it to dry faster, but he braids his hair anyway, because at least that way he can get some sleep without rolling over onto it and darn near tearing it out of his skull in the middle of the night. Or morning, in this case. A pair of sweatpants and an honestly kind of ratty tee shirt from Warren's old elementary PTA later, and he all but collapses into his blankets. The alarm set for eleven feels absolutely cruel, but it at least gives him a little under five hours, and that probably more than doubles what he slept in total last night, so it's something.

He's dimly aware, as he drifts off, of the birdsong just outside the window, and the sunrise that's flooding over the horizon and into the crack around the shades to his bedroom window, of the fact that he has potentially never been quite so cozy in his entire life, cold notwithstanding. Hopefully he sleeps well.

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When he finally cracks his eyes open, he is struck immediately by two things: the first, that he remarkably feels almost exactly the same as when he fell asleep, just markedly less tired, and the second, that it is not as bright in this room as it really should be for eleven. He rolls over with a congested snuffle and squints at the phone on the nightstand--that's dead as a doornail. Oh no.

He fights to wrestle lethargic limbs from the tangle of blankets he's found himself caught up in, enough to stagger out into the living room to squint into the kitchen at the microwave. Five thirty-three.

FIVE THIRTY-THREE!?

Oh God. He's basically missed all of work. Even if he left right now, he wouldn't even make it there before it had ended. He has to at least try--no, more than that, he has to go get Warren--no, first he has to text the Captain and apologize--

That needs a phone. He practically throw himself onto the bed like he's diving to catch a ball and swats his phone off the nightstand in his haste to grab it and plug it in. It takes a second to light up and display "0%" and a flashing battery symbol to let him know, just in case he was wondering, that he forgot to plug it in before crawling in for an eleven hour nap. He pleads with it to hurry along enough to hit the one percent that'll let him turn it on, to at least throw it on speaker and make a couple calls.

When it does blink on, it's silent for a few seconds, the anticipation weighty, before suddenly everyone on earth's messages roll in all at once in a cacophony of notification. One from the Captain, saying he hopes that he's feeling better (and that he has tomorrow off as well, whether he likes it or not.) One from Corben, some snide comment that he needn't worry about fulfilling his obligation as a father, someone else has already done it. Several from Niklas, telling him that he is an absolute fool for having refused the offer of a ride last night, and to PLEASE accept it next time, or they'll stop asking and just start forcing if he doesn't know what's good for him.

The ones that catch his attention most are the several from Bolormaa, who's never been a big texter, informing him that he and Erdeni picked up the kid and they will be having a girl's night (and he can pick her up in the morning), and a somewhat cryptic message that there is a surprise on the porch for him.

He reads through each one again for a moment, letting it all solidify in his mind before attempting to reply to them all with the most graceful and courteous responses he can manage when his head feels packed with wet cement and it's rather distracting. When he sits back up, the congestion shifts enough that he is urgently reminded that he is in the thick of this cold, and he can't help but--" 'GZZHHuu! uUDZHHyuuee!" They seem satisfied, for now, as a pair that are hastily half-caught into corner of his blankets

Gross. He grimaces as he exchanges his bedding for a handful of tissues, attempting to be tender with his poor nose as he moves for the front door instead. Porch is a rather generous way to put it, it's little more than a landing between floors and the apartment across the way from him, which typically plays host to the trash pickup and nothing else. This morning--or evening, rather--it's also currently hosting a grocery bag with a note taped to the side of it. He squats to peel it off and examine it. It's in Bolormaa's hand, a little drawing of a horse adorning one of the corners.

Elliott-

Hey you sadsack, I heard you were missing work today. Don't ever make us worry about you like that again. It isn't quite soup, but here. Bansh + suutei tsai. It's so easy you can't mess it up. Boil the suutei tsai, add the bansh, let it cook for 10 to 15 until they float, and bam! You've made banshtai tsai. It's better without precooking or letting it cool in between, but I don't have a key to your apartment, and I'm too lazy to come back over and cook once you're awake. I'll get my containers back from you tomorrow when we drop the kid off

Bolormaa + Erdeni

The bag contains a pair of tupperwares, one filled with a thick milky liquid, the other with a generous portion of what might be, in his estimation, the smallest dumplings known to man that have an additional note on the top, informing him that they forgot he was vegetarian, and they have meat in them. He's only mostly vegetarian, so it works out well enough, and he's absolutely touched regardless.

Google informs him, after looking up the individual components because "banshtai tsai" keeps trying to redirect to "banshee tsai" which is nothing, that this is a savory milk tea and dumplings, and apparently the tea is rather auspicious and a part of welcoming people to the home. That's cute. He feels better already.

He doesn't have much in the way of cooking expertise (or skill), but if there's one thing he can do reliably, it's turn the heat up and boil the devil out of something. It smells kind of odd, but when he takes a little sip, he at least recognizes it for what it is. It's what he's sipped a few times out of a water bottle that was not his--he really should look into adding a nametag to his to prevent this from happening in the future--so it's at least not an entirely new experience. The dumplings are, but that's mostly because he always brings buuz to potlucks, and these don't seem terribly different, aside from the size of them.

He's lost in flipping between a handful of open tabs of recipes and the Wikipedia page for traditional Mongolian cuisine when a pop of hot tea on his forearm informs him that it's boiling already. He awkwardly pours them out of their container into the boiling tea, using every inch of the fact that he's lanky to keep the rest of him as far away from the splash zone as he can manage. How people just plop things in astounds him.

If he could smell much of anything, he's sure it would smell great. It at least looks good, and that's half the battle, for sure. And honestly, even if it's just awful, he's going to eat it anyway, because the kindness in the gesture is profoundly touching him right now, and maybe it's the fever, but he feels so utterly loved that he can hardly stand himself. A watched pot never boils, and watched dumplings never float, so he turns heel and busies himself with trying to decide whether he thinks a mug or a bowl would be more appropriate. He eventually settles on neither, or perhaps both, and fishes the soup mug out of the back of the cabinet, all bright cheery color and charming little stripes.

When it seems ready, and has been given a second to cool enough that he doesn't think the mug will blow up right there on his counter, or, worse, in his hands, he ladles some in, and just lets himself breathe in the steam. This isn't exactly the ideal chaser to cold medicine, but it at least does a good job of getting the taste out of his mouth, and he feels his shoulders sag with relief at the feeling of warmth that blooms in his chest from it.He takes himself, tea and all, back to bed, and curls back up into his blankets with his dinner. It's sometime later, when the tea has been finished and set aside on the nightstand, that he finally lets himself once again succumb to the fatigue that's crept back into his frame, a sense of utter love permeating his being.

#hopefully there aren't too many errors! I tried my best to proofread but I am so prone to forgetting words and skipping over them #sometimes you just have to be loved so much by your coworkers in lieu of a partner #[Elliott while he's cooking] dang....there are SO many types of dumplings in the world........#sickfic #snzfic #snz #Elliott fic

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you-can-call-me-fangs · 2 years ago

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Would like a smut with Foo Fighters x Male!Reader since I wanna know how Foo Fighters does it the first time with our lucky reader and how it lead to it if that's okay. Thank you and have a nice day

Yay! I finished a request for once!

Foo Fighter x Male Reader

Contains: Bimbofication, cum drunk FF, reader goes brain dead for a minute too

"Can we have sex?"

Your eyes went wide from the question. Out of every question that FF could have asked that last one thing you expected it to be was that.

"So let me get this straight," you started, "you got out of your cell and snuck all the way to the other side of this prison in the middle of the night for sex?"

FF sheepishly scratched the back of her head, slightly embarrassed now. "Well of course it sounds weird when you say it like that, let me rephrase." She took a breath before starting again. "I understand the basics of sex and why people do it, but I just don't get what's so funny about it."

FF looked to you hoping you got why she asked to have sex with you, but that only made less sense. You looked on with an arched a brow at FF's statement not completely following along, and even a little more confused than you were before.

FF started again, "Jolyne and Ermes keeping making these sex jokes that I just don't get and it's starting to annoy me." You nodded your head, making a 'oh, I get it now' face. However, if that's the case then- "Why don't you just ask the girls what's supposedly so funny?" You asked, finishing the rest of your thought aloud

"I already tried that! They just keep saying I wouldn't get it because..."

You could finish the rest for yourself, because she has no experience. It made sense though, FF is a stand after all, why would she have a ton of experience with such a human desire? FF started pouting thinking back to the multiple times when Jolyne and Ermes had shooed FF away like she was a child because she wasn't allowed in on their jokes. With FF making such a cute pouting face you almost couldn't say no to her, but you saw FF more like a friend than a fuck buddy, would something like this really work? FF looked over to you, trying to get a gauge based on your expression, she already sensed the answer you were going to give her. You locked eyes with FF, she was giving you this pleading puppy dog look.

"FF-"

"Please! I really wanna know!"

"FF-"

"It's knowledge that I don't have yet, I have to understand it! Please!" FF begged cutting you off again. FF had intertwined her hands together giving you the biggest saddest puppy dog eyes she could muster. You sat there contemplating FF's request for several minutes the whole time FF hadn't moved, keeping her eyes on you patiently waiting for your definitive answer. You opened your mouth hesitating to speak. FF continued to look at you expectantly, a blush ghosting over her cheeks making her even cuter and in turn making it harder to say no to her. You thought hard about the situation, seriously thinking over your options.

You didn't have a cellmate at the moment they had gotten into some big fight which landed them in confinement as punishment, so it's not like you had that to worry about. Plus it had to be well past midnight no guards would be roaming around, but you would both still have to be quiet if you two didn't want to get caught. I mean, if I decide to do this, you thought quickly as an after thought, but who were you kidding, you did want to do this. FF wasn't unattractive at all it would be just as much fun for you as it would be for her.

You finally decided to speak again after what felt like forever, "I...I guess I could help you out." You could already see the joy painted across FF's face, you quickly jumped in before she could potentially shout her excitement, giving you both away immediately. "But we'll have to be quiet about it so we don't get caught, alright?" FF snapped her jaw shut as quickly as she could choosing to nod her head in agreement frantically, however the grateful shine never left her eyes. You could practically hear all the thank you's she wanted to say just from looking into her bight sky blue irises.

FF couldn't sit in place anymore opting to spring forward lunging herself at your body and trapping you in a tight hug. As FF pulled away you both couldn't help but notice how much distance FF had closed between the two of you. Instead of wasting anymore time you placed a hand on FF's cheek silently asking for permission. FF gave you a gentle smile and a nod as a response leaning forward to meet you half way.

It started off as a small peck until you kissed her again, longer, and then again, making the next one even longer than the last one. Another extended kiss then another until finally the only time your lips parted was when either of you needed a moment to breathe before going back in. The makeout session bewteen you two intensified quicker than you expected, before you knew it your hands were around her waist and FF's were flung around your neck, both of you and hot and blushing. The kissing itself was heated and rather rough now, hardly stopping for a break as your tongues continued to meet.

Your hands gripped FF's clothes, you wanted to rip them off. As if reading your mind FF did it for you, stripping herself down till she wasn't wearing anything at all. Just seeing her in such a state made you want to pick her up and fuck her against the wall, but you had to hold yourself back for now, this was presumably her first time after all. You should at least try to act like you were being gentle with FF. The best place you could think to start then was her pussy, her already wet pussy, she had gotten so turned on just from a few minutes of heated kissing. You wasted no time in getting to her puffy pink cunt, pratically inviting you in already. FF opened her legs for getting the jist of what you wanted her to do next. Using two fingers you opened up her lips and connected your mouth to her wasting no time at all. The feeling of arousal was immediate for FF. She stopped herself from moaning out just in time, clenching her jaw shut.

FF hovered her hands in front of her unsure of what to do with them. You continued eating her out somewhat oblivious to the small predicament she was in. You hadn't expected FF to taste so good, to make the moment feel all the more enthralling just the reminder that you are the first and only person to have ever touched or even seen FF in such a lewd state made her taste even sweeter on your tongue. You kept licking at her wet flushed lips sticking your tongue in, immediately getting a half concealed moan as your reward. You licked up until you reached her clit flicking your tongue over it then sucking. FF almost couldn't hold herself back anymore, bucking her hips to your mouth, her legs starting to quiver from the wave of ecstasy. As all these feelings were overflowing inside FF she let out an abrupt moan, which she quickly cut off by clasping her hand over her mouth forcing any more sounds that might come out back down.

You kept using your mouth to play with her clit, almost guiltly enjoying seeing FF struggle to keep herself together from all the pleasure you were elicting from her. FF could barely hold herself back from moaning out loud, tears threatening to fall from the corner of her eyes, drool sliding down the corner of her mouth. Even her brain felt as if it was getting blurry with want.

FF's skin was hot all over and she was no doubt blushing a deep red on her face for you to see. FF had never felt this way before. FF wasn't even aware you could feel this way before, the experience was new and different for her but in the best way possible. FF could and wanted to keep going like this for as long as she could handle. Maybe a few hours? Maybe until the sun started to rise? Or maybe you could just keep going, keep going even when FF felt like she couldn't take anymore yet you would still just continue to play with her as if you didn't have a single care about stopping any time soon. FF could feel something rise in her, she felt like a balloon that was close to bursting, she couldn't hold this feeling back anymore, FF didn't want you to stop. Unfortunately for her that's exactly what you did next, you stopped.

Wait, you...stopped. Why did you stop? You could see the shock and confusion written on FF's face as her hand quickly came away from her face her lips parted geting ready to yell and question you. You chose to cover FF's mouth with your hand rushing out your next words in a loud whisper.

"I know, I know, but I'm not done yet and I don't want you cumming before we've even gotten to the good part yet." You said practically reading FF's mind. Thankfully this calmed FF down enough to the point where you could see the look in her eye change from shock to curiousity.

Since FF was being so good at staying quiet you decided to reward her in a way by not keeping her in suspense and teasing her any longer with foreplay.

You stood up undoing your belt pulling your pants down and letting your dick spring free, inches from FF's face. Her eyes went wide instantly turning her head this way and that to get full look at your cock as if she was studying it. It was already erect and girthy and flushed a pink color. A prominent vein was poking out along the side as the tip leaked a stream of precum, you were clearly just as turned on she was.

As if on instinct FF started to open her mouth her body already seemingly knowing what to do or what it wanted to do. However you stopped her before her mouth could get around your dick knowing you would be too entranced by the feeling of her warm mouth enveloping you that you wouldn't want her to stop but your desire to fuck FF had become too much to bare now, you couldn't wait any longer.

You grabbed FF by the shoulder pulling her to stand up with you. As soon as she was at her full height you grabbed underneath her thighs and hoisted her up, FF's arms and legs wrapping around you. You guided FF over to the one available wall on the far side of your cell and pressed her up against it, FF hugged you tighter your chests being the first to meet. FF opened her mouth again about to ask you what you planned on doing next with this new position, but before FF could get the words out you stopped her again, but this time not with your hand but with you sliding FF's body down your own just enough so that her still dripping wet cunt slid snugly onto your waiting cock. FF's breathe--luckily?--caught in the back of her throat cutting off the loud moan that wanted to escape. FF had to find a new way to stay quiet now though. FF couldn't use her palm anymore, her hands were too busy being grappled to your back, her nails creating tiny cresent shaped dents in your skin, and they didn't plan on moving anytime soon. So FF did the only thing that flashed through her foggy, and getting foggier, brain; biting down perfectly right on the spot between your neck and shoulder.

The bite was a lot harder than FF would have wanted, causing you to wince from the unexpected pain, but FF was sure that if she didnt act quick an entire wing of a prison would have been alerted as to exactly what you two were doing.

You gave FF a few moments to get used to, and process, the sensation of being full with your cock but the urge to start pumping into her warm tight pussy overtook your body making you start a slow steady pace of lifting FF by her legs up and down on your shaft. Your brain was beginning to turn into a one track mindset, which was, stuffing the whimpering blushing twitching stand in front of you. You barely even began to take notice of the fact that you had picked up your slow pace, moving FF's body as if she weighed nothing and thrusting your hips upward to drill yourself into her as much as you could. FF wasn't given much time to adjust to your dick let alone was she prepared for you to start pounding her and at such a quickening speed. The idea of letting her teeth come loose from digging into your shoulder and asking you to slow down never even occured to her. In fact no thoughts at all were crossing through FF's mind just incoherent half sentences and jumbled words popping into her head and vanishing with each new heavy thrust you did straight to her pussy, her walls clamping down on you to try and keep you from leaving.

Her body's hold on your own tightened along with her nails and teeth too, she was getting that feeling again. The feeling of something bubbling up inside of her, close to bursting. Don't...stop, was all FF could think to herself, the words never even made it out of her mouth. She was only capable of sounds now, long drawn out moans and a blubbering collage of words that sounded alien when mixed with the drool coming out of her mouth and coating your shoulder.

"Cum..cumming...I'm.." Your sentence, if you could call it that, had fallen apart, too involved in your current action. In all honesty you wanted to keep going even after you came, just keeping pumping load after load inside of FF, but your brain allowed some room for you to remember that there was a person attached to you who, by the way, was experiencing this pleasure filled haze for the first time. You didn't want to overdo it, even though you were pretty sure that line had already been crossed.

You took one of your hands away from the deathgrip you had on FF's leg and pressed your whole hand and arm against the wall behind FF. Knowing you were close you used all your might, literally, forcing FF's back to the wall. With one final thrust forward you buried your dick deeper and deeper, clenching your jaw, groaning as you coated her walls with your cum. You heard FF make a mumbled but still clearly audible high pitched moan. You still kept lazily thrusting into FF, fucking your cum deeper into her, as if your body didn't want to stop yet. You kept this up for bit as you officially came down from your high, sadly having to stop thrusting to give your body a breather.

FF no longer felt that pressuring build up inside of her anymore the feeling had bursted along with you just as she figured it would, cumming is what you had called it, right? FF felt unusually giddy at the knowledge that she had cum for the first time. Her teeth finally unhinged themself from your shoulder, but still not leaving from the crook of your neck, a euphoric smile forming on her lips, FF couldn't help but start giggling.

As you stood there catching your breath you heard FF's drunken sounding laugh as her body relaxed in your arm, you brought your other arm from the wall back down to grab her leg again and hold her up properly once more.

"FF...FF?" No response aside from FF continuing to giggle with a few hiccups breaking in between.

With no reply the best way you could think to get her attention was to do a quick a bounce of her body poking your dick in and out of her once more, jolting FF to the present. FF finally let go of your shoulder sitting up right in your arms getting a good look at her.

Her lipstick had turned into lip gloss shining with the help of her saliva coating her lips and dripling down the corner of her mouth. You could even see red specks of blood too. You didn't even want to see the damage that had been done to your shoulder although you could guess that there was now a sizeable bite mark engraved on you. Her bright blue eyes had gotten even brighter, if that were possible, her hair was disheveled and her cheeks were bright red.

"Again, again," FF chorused in wistful voice.

"I think you've had about as much as you could handle, FF," you said looking her up and down with a playful smirk.

"No, no. More, learn more." FF slurred, the words coming out stringed together and sloppy.

"FF-"

"Again!"

"FF-"

"More!"

You sighed, she was totally brain dead now and she was definitely going to be zero help on getting her back to her cell before the guards checked to make sure she was there.

#the frank ocean of fanfic writing has returned #i suck with titles by the way #jjba smut #ff x reader #ff x male reader #top male reader #jjba x male reader #jjba x reader #foo fighters x reader #foo fighters x male reader

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luimagines · 3 years ago

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Coul I request the chain reacting to meeting the reader who is Wild's sibling? (If background is needed shrieks science and them whatever purchase did so the reader is just sorta- 15-28 )

Masterlist

I don't understand the second sentence but I think I can infer what you're trying to say. And even then, I came up with a backstory that more less fixes it regardless so yay!

Wild is everyone's favorite chaotic creative sibling!

And I went for older sibling because reasons and just assume that sibling! Reader is in their early twenties.

Content under the cut!

You woke up one day in Hateno village, quietly aware of the silence that echoed through your house.

You miss your brother.

Not that he was here often with his Goddess given assignment nor did he even know who you were for the first half of it.

What a day that was.

Your little brother back from the dead, scars and all and then some... but he had no idea who you were.

It hurt to say the least. But you were told it would happen once the news reached you. He would wake up one day to finish his duty but he would not remember anything regarding his past life.

Even when he found you again, after he somehow remembered you, you didn’t know where to begin.

You just knew that you were so happy to be together again after so long that you hugged him as tight as you could and told him that your door was always open.

To say you both cried is the understatement of the century. It was wet and ugly and messy and neither of you really talk about it but it felt good that day.

And while you both knew he couldn’t stay for long with his adventure being no where near complete. He did come home for the night after he set that travel medallion of his by the front door.

But that was then- before the Calamity was defeated.

Now that it’s gone- so is your brother. Again.

On a different quest this time, it seems.

You don’t understand why your baby brother of all people has to be the one to do it and you would like nothing more than to wrap him up in a blanket and shield him from anything else that comes to hurt him- but he never let you do that as a child- let alone now.

You begin the day like any other and try to get as many mundane chores done as you can before you finally try and get the stable in the back fixed up.

You noticed Link had an affinity to horses and had checked in with the nearest stable to see that he had some lodged under his name.

There’s a place at the house, darn it. Lodge them here. It just needs to be fixed.

With your goal in mind, you lose yourself to the work and the time passes effortlessly.

It’s around noon by the time you hear it.

The familiar sound of activation that gets your heart pounding in relief and unbridled joy.

You drop your hammer and run to the front of the house with the largest grin on your face. “You’re back, you Rug Rat! Come here!”

You single him out instantly amongst the group and tackle him in a hug.

He’s long stopped trying to fight on you on this and has also returned your crushing hug with one of his own. “I’m back.”

“You brought friends too.” You grin and give the group a two fingered salute. “And here I was afraid that this loner child would end up dead in a ditch somewhere and I would be none the wiser. Thank you for looking after my little brother. I’m aware he’s a handful.”

“Ok thanks.” He says.

“Little brother?” Someone from the group asks. They’re lost amongst the sea of head but you nod regardless.

“Yup. I remember the day he was born like it was yesterday.” You grin and put your hands on your hips, introducing yourself right after. “Any friend of Link’s is a friend of the family. Come in, come in. Make yourselves at home. It’s not much but it’s ours. Been in the family since before the calamity struck. Let me wash up a bit and then we can get some food going, yeah?”

“I’ll start up the stove.” Link says and you’re about to disagree. After all, he just got home and should rest while he can but he ahs the most unburdened smile on his face that you can’t bring yourself to deny him.

“Alright.” You sigh and head to the back where the shower is. It’s always been small and a bit cramped and the door stopped fitting correctly about ten years ago but now that’s it’s not just you anymore, you can go around into the giving the house the TLC it deserves.

But you’re starting with the stable in the back.

When you’re finished and you’ve dried yourself off, you get into the house to find it in a delightful array of colors and chaos.

Each of the boys seemed to have made themselves completely at home in the time you were gone and you leaned against the door frame, watching them all interreact.

Your brother didn’t waste any time with getting the stove up and running. You can smell the beginning of lunch getting cooked and it appears that Link has wrangled two of the boys to be his helpers. One appears to be the youngest with bright wide eyes and a similar blue tunic to that of Links and the other looks to be slightly more timid in the process. He’s around the same height as Link but darker hair and a long white cape still clasped around his shoulders.

You recognize the Master Sword strapped to his back.

Making a note of that you look around the room again. Three of them have made themselves comfortable at the table. One is easily the biggest guy of the group, red and blue tattoos on his face and scar over his eye as he watches the others go about the admittedly small house. The other two look to be the same size and you’re sure you can look them in the eye if you needed to. They’re talking to both each other and the group that’s cooking. One has a wolf pelt on his shoulder with more tattoos on his face and other is a knight if you’ve ever seen one with a bright blue scarf around his neck.

You’re not one to judge your brother’s friends but you make a mental note to watch him in case he tries anything.

Two of the boys- one with pink hair and the other have the most solid brown mane of the whole group have made themselves spares and are talking quietly to each other and not making a fuss.

The final one looks to be the smallest but he’s got an older glint to his eye that recognize well. He’s wearing arguably the most color tunic of the group with those four patches sewn together. He’s tucked himself away into a corner with a book out, not interacting with either of them outright but he has been looking up and adding his two cents to the older’s conversation at the table.

They don’t notice you’re back which is a testament to how tired they all must be.

They’re an interesting bunch.

But Link did always surround himself with interesting people.

So you’re not really surprised.

“Sooo...” Pinky starts off, calling your bother’s attention. “You have an older sibling?”

“Yup!” He answers, not looking up from the pot. “They were waiting for me the whole time, and even manage to keep the house. Up keep still needs to be done but we’ve been working on it together.”

“But they’re older.”

“Yes. We’ve established this.”

You have to hold back your snort.

“You were asleep for one hundred years.” Four Patches speaks up, closing his book silently. ”Shouldn’t they... ummm...”

“Be dead?”

“Or at least really old?” Mr. Brunette hops in, trying to lessen the blow of the sentence.

“You’re like one hundred and seven teen right? Wouldn’t that put them at being one hundred and twenty something?” Wolf boy offers.

“I guess so. Yeah. They were old at some point.” Link stops stirring and you can see him try to run the numbers in his head. “I know that much. The village talks about them being really old sometimes, but I guess that was years ago because it’s only from the older folk that live here.”

“But they lived through those one hundred years, didn’t they?” Blue Baby Face speaks this time.

“That’s what they told me.”

“So....” The knight tilts his head and tries to put his hands out as if that would help answer the question. “They’re like the Old Man then? Old in their head but young on the outside.”

“You can say that, yeah.” You say and take extreme satisfaction at the way most of the jump at your voice. “Unlike Link, I was alive the whole time he was asleep. I’ve got grandkids in Lurelin and they visit from time to time but someone had to at least keep the house up and running, might as well have been me.”

“I...” Link starts as he takes the food off the burner. “I never asked you how you stayed young, did I?”

“Nope.”

“Oh.” He looks away and deflates a little. Link looks a little disappointed with himself and that won’t stand in this house.

“I didn’t realize it was that important. And I’m going to assume you’ve explained most of the situation Rug Rat.” You laugh a little with a raised eyebrow. “You can blame Purah. You know she wanted to find a way to keep the old from aging, right? It’s why she’s in the body of a little kid again. But when she tried the second formula she realized that if she tried it on herself that it might as well but poof her back into a baby and she wanted to contact Robbie but he’s too far and too old to make that trip. I volunteered.”

“Really?”

“It still didn’t really work, I was transformed into a teenager instead of a child- a horrible time to exist really. But I suppose it was a blessing in disguise. By the time this one-” You step into the house fully and ruffle Link’s hair. “-came back, it left us with the same age gap as before. So in the end I can’t complain.”

“Why’d you volunteer?” Cape guy leans on the wall. “There’s only so many times you can test it, right? Who’s to say it wouldn’t have been worse?”

“Yeah, what if it did transform you into a baby again and you forgot everything?” Four Patches stands up and comes to stand by the table, putting his book on top of it.

“I wanted to take the risk.” you shrug and pull your brother into a hug. “Is it a crime to want to see my baby brother again not matter the cost?”

“Get off.” He whines.

You laugh but do as he asks. “It was never said when he’d be back. Only that he would. I was willing to buy as much time as needed to be there for him.”

“I didn’t remember you...” He mutters to himself.

“You now, don’t you?” You punch him gently. “We’ve talked about this. It’s ok. I knew it was going to happen. It wasn’t going to stop me. Ganon himself couldn’t properly get rid of me. I’m not leaving your side anytime soon.”

He smiles and turns to hug you.

“Now where’s your wolf friend?” You ask. “Are you still traveling together? There’s something I wanted to give him.”

Wolf Pelt shimmies in his seat for a second but you don’t think much of it.

Link shakes his head. “Not right now but he has been coming by every now and then.”

“Well it’s good he’s still around to look after you then in my stead.”

“We have a horse though.” Link tilts his head up to grin at you. “It’s not the same but her name is Epona.”

Familiarity stabs you in the heart and you know it’s something that Link even remember even if he lives another one hundred years.

He was too little when she passed.

“...Like dad’s old horse. Can I see her?” You say with a light constriction in your throat. “How crazy would it be if they looked alike?”

“Dad had a horse?”

“You wouldn’t remember her, you were too little. I barely remember her as it is but yes, he did.” You take a step back and motion back towards the door. “Maybe after lunch you show me. We can bring her to the back and measure up how the stable is. I’ve been fixing it up.”

“Really!?” Link blinks, an excited glint appearing in his eyes.

“Yes. That’s what I was doing when you first came in. But let’s eat first.” You put your hand to the small of his back and push him gently in the direction of the table. “And then you can tell me about your friends and this new adventure of yours.”

#linked universe x reader #linkeduniverse #lu wild #it's a bit longer than the other one shots #and yet i think it's the most uneventful #let me know what you guys think #linked universe

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squigglyoctosquigglez · 2 years ago

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the prologue of These Mistakes Put Into Melody has been released. yay.

#its basically the basic summary i released but refined and in webcomic form lol #goes wrong show #mischief theatre #mistakes to melody #i put a total of 2 references in there.#one is very noticable #the second is very hidden and youll only get it if you know the vocal melody of melty land nightmare by harumaki gohan as a midi track #and if you pay close attention to detail #might post the references eventually tho

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patt-writes-stuff · 5 years ago

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Cotton Candy

Pairing: Midoriya x female! reader

Word Count: 3k

Warnings: maybe some curse words?

Genre: very light angst and fluff

A/N: This took SO long. I had writers block but thankfully I’m pretty over it now! This is my first piece for the summer binge event hosted by @bnhabookclub

Summary: You may be in an amusement park but you’re far from amused. Instead, you’re just sadly eating cotton candy.

Crossed Off: Cotton Candy

Prompt: “Why did you choose me?”

Class 1-A was spending the day at a theme park near U.A. Everyone had been looking forward to this for weeks now, even Bakugou, though he would never let it show.

Everyone, but you, that is.

Under different circumstances, you'd be over the moon. A whole day of rides, friends, and games? The definition of perfect.

You had been excited for today’s outing up until this morning. Now, you were sitting in a picnic table next to some food stands, eating cotton candy, and being sad.

You tore off a piece of the cotton candy, letting the sweetness of it disintegrate in your mouth. So far, it wasn’t doing an excellent job of getting rid of the bitter taste in your mouth. With a sigh, you recalled what had soured your mood so much.

You had been getting ready for the outing, excited to spend the day with friends. Just as you were finishing up, there was a series of frantic knocks at your door. A bit startled by the sudden noise, you opened the door, curious as to who was in such a rush to see you. The group wasn't leaving for another half hour.

A very frazzled looking Uraraka greeted you upon opening the door. You let her in, ushering her to sit on your bed and waited for your best friend to speak.

After a couple of seconds, she spoke. ”I want to confess to Deku today!”

Oh.

She wanted to confess to Midoriya. The very same Midoriya you were crushing on. You could practically feel the air being knocked out of your lungs.

She took your silence as a sign to continue. ”I don’t know how to do it,” she flopped dramatically onto your bed as if to further prove her distress, ”Will you help?”

”I don't know Ochaco, ” you said, looking away from her and instead focusing on the trinkets on your desk, ”Isn't Mina better at these sorts of things?” You didn't want to help with this in the slightest bit. Sure, Ochaco was your best friend, and you'd do just about anything for her, but walking on hot coals sounded more appealing than helping your best friend and your crush get together.

”Please, ” she begged, stretching out the ’e’ sound while she gave you the best puppy eyes she could muster.

Goddammit, your people-pleasing ways would surely be the end of you.

”Fine, ” you said, letting out a sigh.

Uraraka broke into a grin, letting out a ’yay’ sound. ”Do you have any ideas?”

”The amusement park has a Tunnel of Love ride, how about that? The amusement park we're going to has one.” you proposed. If you ever were to confess to Deku, you'd probably do it somewhere like that. Not that you had ever thought of that, though.

”A Tunnel of what?” She inquired, looking at you in question.

”It's this two-person boat ride that goes through these dark passages. It's supposed to be romantic and private, I think.” you spoke as if you hadn't done any research on them.

Ochaco let out a pleased gasp. ”That’s perfect! Thank you so much, ” she pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, ”You're a genius!” she exclaimed as she raced out the door, most likely to finish getting ready.

Shaking your head, you took another piece of your cotton candy. You always craved sweets whenever you were upset, and cotton candy was the first thing you could get your hands on.

It's not like you could be upset with Ochaco for asking you for help, she didn't know you also had a crush on Midoriya. You hadn't planned on keeping it a secret at first, honestly. You were going to tell her, back when you didn't know she had a crush on him. Then, at a sleepover, some of the other girls had teased Ochaco about her crush on the curly green-haired boy. They'd gushed about how perfect the two would be together. She’d been embarrassed but pleased that other people thought they were an excellent match.

You remember feeling sick that night. The more you thought of it, however, the more you could see what everyone else meant. They were always helping each other become better heroes. They just clicked.

You wanted Ochaco happy; she was your best friend. And you wanted Izuku to be happy too, even if that meant he’d be with another girl. They could be happy together.

So, you made it your mission to get over Midoriya. The task, so far, had proven to be much more complicated than you had initially expected. The problem was how incredibly sweet and attentive he was. He was always so willing to help you with homework, or training, or listen to you ramble about the stupidest of things, and he seemed so fascinated by everything you said.

He was just so perfect. His fluffy green curls had you itching to touch, to brush them off his face while he was writing on that hero notebook of his. His rambling, while admittedly a bit concerning, made you swoon. You could, and often did, get lost in his pretty emerald green eyes or counting all the freckles you could see on his face. He was just so… entrancing. You could just watch him for hours.

God, you’re horrible. Your best friend is probably going to get with this boy today, yet here you are pining over him like a lovesick fool.

”I’m a lousy excuse of a friend, aren't I?” You asked your cotton candy woefully, eating another chunk of the sweet treat.

”I think you're a great friend, ” a voice behind you declared. You jumped in surprise; you weren't expecting anyone to respond. You looked back to meet a pair of concerned green eyes. Those eyes are much too pretty to look so worried. ”Are you feeling better now?” he asked, sitting down next to you on the picnic table you were currently occupying.

”Huh?” was your ever so eloquent response. You cringed at how dumb you must sound.

His expression didn't shift from concern, however. ”You weren't feeling well earlier, remember? You said the roller coaster had made you dizzy. Are you feeling better?” He seemed to inch closer to you subconsciously.

Oh, right. You'd forgotten. You'd told your friends the last ride you'd been on had made you feel sick, and that you'd rather skip out on the next few remaining rides and find somewhere to sit. The Tunnel of Love ride was the last one of the day, according to Iida’s extremely detailed schedule, so you hoped to stay away until it was time to go back to the dorms. You loved your friend, sure, but you weren't a masochist. You knew seeing them together would be far from easy, and you hoped to keep all the negative feelings at bay until you were in the comfort of your room.

Midoriya, being the absolute sweetheart he undoubtedly is, had been quick to offer to keep you company or even to take you back to the dorms. You'd be a big liar if you said you hadn't been tempted to take him up on that offer, to postpone your inevitable heartbreak for another day, but one glance in Ochaco’s direction had been enough to shoo the idea away.

You'd forgotten what you had told everyone, honestly. You were as lousy as a friend as a liar.

”Yeah, I'm feeling much better!” you said in a cheery faux tone, throwing a reassuring smile for good measure.

He looked down at your cotton candy, a frown growing on his freckled face. God, you wanted to kiss it away. ”Why are you sad?” he asked, looking up from the cotton candy to meet your eyes. You swore you felt a jolt of electricity run down your spine when your eyes met.

”I'm not sad, ” you denied, shaking your head. You are lying through your teeth, but he didn't need to know that.

”You always eat sweets when you're sad.” he countered, obviously not buying it.

You looked at him, wide-eyed, ”How do you know that?” You wondered aloud. Darn, his observant nature. You gulped down the rest of your cotton candy, trying to get rid of the incriminating evidence, and threw the paper cone in the trash can next to the picnic table.

His face flushed, going bright r, and l he covered his face with his hands, mumbling a bunch of excuses you couldn't quite make out. Adorable.

”I’m feeling a little better now, ” you spoke softly, trying to ease his worries, feeling slightly guilty for flustering him so severely. You glanced down at your phone to check the time. It was almost time for the Tunnel of Love ride. Taking a deep breath, you said, ”Um, I think Uraraka had something to ask you. You should probably head over there now, so you don't miss the last ride.”

”She already asked me, ” he said, fidgeting with his hands a bit, looking straight ahead. ”I- uh, I said I couldn't. There's someone else I want to go on the Tunnel ride with.” he gave you a meaningful look. You ignored it, mistaking it to be simply a projection of your feelings onto him.

”Who?” you asked incredulously. If not Ochaco, then who could he possibly like enough to go on the literal Tunnel of Love? Perhaps Todoroki? He is pretty handsome; you'd admit that.

”You, ” he revealed, a newfound determination taking over his features despite his face being cherry red.

You felt like your brain was going to explode. Midoriya liked you? What? Since when? You weren't sure what to think. On the one hand, yay, on the other, what about Ochaco?

Before you could say anything, you heard a call of your name, along with Midoriya’s. The pair of you turned your heads to find Kaminari jogging up to the couple of you.

“Hey guys!” he exclaimed, full of pep, utterly oblivious to the charged atmosphere. “Iida told me to come to get you guys. We’re about to get on to the boats. We need to get going; otherwise, we’ll miss our place.”

Midoriya stood up, grabbing your hand and tugging you up. Instead of letting it go once you were out of your seat like you thought he would, he intertwined his fingers with yours and led you through the crowd of people. From the corner of your eye, you could see Kaminari's surprised expression at seeing the two of you holding hands. It only lasted a second, however, and after that, he gave Midoriya a not-at-all subtle thumbs up. It only made the poor boy blush even more. He was practically glowing. You were a bit worried. Could someone pass out due to excess blushing?

When you got to the line, most of your group was already in the ride, Ochaco included. You weren't sure whether you were glad or not. You weren't sure how to feel about anything.

Izuku, ever the gentleman, helped you onto the ’love boat.’ It was one of those canoes they have in the Venice Canal, and it was, for lack of a better word, obnoxiously pink, with glittery red hearts of different sizes all over.

The first minute or so in which the boat floated through the ride’s dark passages was spent in awkward silence.

“Why did you choose me?” you asked, breaking the silence. You turned your head over to look at Midoriya even though you couldn't quite see him in the darkness.

”What do you mean ’why’?” he asked. Though it was too dark to see his expression, you were sure; his brow was furrowed in confusion. Maybe slight worry.

”I mean, why ask me when Uraraka asked you? She's cute and positive and kind and-”

”I think you're all those things too, ” he said, effectively cutting you off.

Your eyes had grown accustomed to the darkness, meaning you could make out Midoriya’s face reasonably well. And, God, were you glad you could see his expression. A stray curl or two were in his face, and you almost reached up to tuck it back into place. His eyes, only half-open, weren't quite meeting your own. Instead, they were trained between your eyes, mouth slightly agape. He was leaning towards you steadily. His lips met yours, and you closed your eyes shut. Every inch of you was tingling, and you felt like fireworks were erupting all around you.

The moment was cut short by the intrusion of sunlight. Upon realizing the ride was over, you snapped away from him, reality finally settling in.

You just kissed Midoriya. The same Midoriya, your best friend, was going to confess to today.

You were such a horrible person.

Thankfully, none of your classmates had spotted the kiss. Otherwise, all hell would have broken loose.

You stood up quickly, not quite meeting Izuku or Ohaco’s eyes. Instead, you practically jumped out of the boat, and sped walked towards the amusement park.

Midoriya tried to approach you in the train station, but you excused yourself, claiming you had to go to the bathroom. The look of hurt in his eyes was enough to make you want to cry.

When the train arrived, you once again chose the cowards way out by going into the cart that neither Ochaco nor Izuku were in. Sitting down, you key put a sigh.

You liked Izuku. And Izuku liked you. But Ochaco also liked Izuku. Only Izuku didn't like Ochaco; he wanted you.

You used the train ride to clear your head. You decided that before you talked with Midoriya, and apologized for being so flaky, you had to speak with Ochaco. No boy, no matter how amazing he is, us worth losing a lifetime of friendship.

You hoped you wouldn't have to choose, though.

Once you got out of the train, you tracked down your friend. She was talking with Tsuyu, her back facing you. Taking a deep breath, you walked over to her, tapping on her shoulder.

“Can we talk?” You asked, voice quiet, hesitant.

The two of you walked in awkward silence, not quite sure on what to say, several feet behind the rest of the class so you could talk privately. You tried your best to keep your eyes away from Midoriya’s back, but it was becoming increasingly difficult. There was an appealing aspect to everything the green-haired boy did. Even the sight of him talking normally with Iida and Todoroki drew you in. He was a flame; you were a moth.

As if he could sense your staring, he turned to look back. His eyes locked on yours, and from afar, you faintly see the steadily growing blush that adorned his face. His lips quirked up in a small smile, and he sent you an equally small, unsure wave. Cute.

Growing flustered yourself, you sent a small wave back before looking away, eyes meeting Ochaco’s. She had been watching the entire interaction, a sad sort of a smile adorning her face.

”Why didn't you tell me?” she asked. She didn't sound mad or disappointed like you had imagined she would. She just seemed confused.

Guiltily, you looked down, bruising yourself by counting the cracks on the pavement while you thought of what to say.

”I didn't want you to be upset, ” you answered.

She let out a laugh. ”Upset about what? About you having a crush on a guy I'm not dating?”

”I just- I'm so sorry-” you began to apologize profusely before being interrupted by your friend.

”You have nothing to be sorry about. You like Deku, and he likes you. Who am I to get in the way of that?” the question was meant to be rhetorical, you knew that, but you answered anyways.

”But Ochaco, you have a crush on him, ” you stated. You couldn't quite understand why she was acting so calm about this.

” It's just a silly crush, ” she said, racing you off, ”I'll get over it. Your friendship means much more than that. ”

You smiled at her. ”I think so too.”

The two of you continued talking after that, the awkwardness that was previously there dissipated. Ochaco filled you in on everything you missed while you were gone. Bakugou had gotten angry at a carnival-style target game and had blown up the target, resulting in Iida scolding him while poor Kirishima tried to keep some semblance of peace between them.

Once you arrived at U.A., you and Ochaco headed towards the dorm rooms, much like the majority of your classmates. It was late in the evening, after all. You spotted a familiar head of curly green hair. As if sensing your nervousness, Ochaco placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder before scurrying off to her dorm room, saying a quick ’Good Night Deku’ along the way.

Once the two of you were left alone, he started speaking. ”I am so sorry for kissing you! I guess I just got caught up in the moment and forgot to ask if you were okay with it. God, you probably hate me-”

”No!” you said, a bit too forcefully.

You felt like you were falling for him all over again. You had ditched him. Yet here he was, fidgeting anxiously in front of your doorway. This boy was going to kill you with that sweet nature of his.

He looked at you, a bit shocked by your reaction. You felt your face heating up. That had been sudden, hadn't it?

Clearing your throat, you spoke. ”No, ” you said, quietly this time, ”I enjoyed the kiss. A lot.”

The surprised ’Really?’ he let out made your face break into a grin. He was adorable.

”M-me too, ” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly.

The two of you stood there for a couple of seconds, merely admiring the presence of each other.

”I should go, ” he said softly.

Feeling particularly brave, you grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him down for a kiss. He seemed to melt into the embrace, letting out a happy hum. After a few moments, he pulled away. Red-faced and smiling, he wished you good night before heading back to his dorm.

You entered your room, wasting no time in changing into your PJs and flopping on top of your bed, a massive smile on your face.

You may or may not have squealed into your pillow

#bnhabookclub #midoriya izuku x reader #izuku midoria x reader #deku x reader #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #midoriya izuku #izuku midoriya #midoriya #deku #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #mha x reader #bnha x reader #patt’s creations

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stillebesat · 5 years ago

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White Lies (5/5)

Sanders Sides: Deceit, Virgil, Logan, Roman, Patton Sequel to Little Lies Blurb: Deceit has been stuck in his ‘role’ as Dilyn for almost a year now. It’s about time he changed that. Fic Type: Hurt/Comfort, Tiny!Sides Inspiration: From @yay-cats9‘s wonderful Fanart she did for Little Lies. <3 Again thank you for the artwork! I love it! Overall Fic Warnings: Deceit, Negative Self Talk, Panic/Anxiety Attacks, Manipulation talk, Kinda Imprisonment?

To Catch Up: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

“Falsehood.”

Dee jumped, heart stuttering as Logey’s voice came from the doorway somewhere behind Virgil. Instinctively he tried to shove away from him and vanish from sight, but with Vee’s arms protectively holding Dee in place, he couldn’t go anywhere.

Trapped.

Nononononono NO!

Dee made a small noise of protest, flinching as soft footsteps moved closer.

It was one thing to be pathetic in front of Virgil, the former Dark Side.

It was completely different to show Log--

“Kiddo…” Patton whispered from just behind Vee.

A third shadowy figure appeared, highlighted by the light coming from the doorway. “We wouldn’t hate you, Dil.” Roman said.

To show the others how much of a weakling he’d become. Dee’s breath caught in his throat as he ducked his head against Virgil’s chest, taking refuge from everyone in the only place he could when he couldn’t just sync out to get away from them because he was still a freaking powerless child!

Some Gatekeeper.

You’re pathetic.

He hadn’t even heard the french doors open! How long had they been standing there listening--listening to him being--being--pathet--WAIT. Dee tensed, heart taking off like a hummingbird’s wings in his chest. Had the others seen him silence Vee? Had they watched him struggle to release him from his hold? What if they thought Dee had been purposely holding him captive! A long con that they walked in on, not knowing that Deceit had been trying to free Virgil. That he hadn’t meant to silence him! That it was an accid--

They’re gonna hate you for this.

You Betrayed their trust.

You can’t just silence the Big Four.

Monster.

“Dee.” Virgil’s voice seemed to come from the end of a long tunnel. “Dee.” He felt fingers moving through his hair again. “Stop. Don’t--”

S-s-stop? Stop?! How could he?! HE was DECEIT! He was the BAD guy and the others now KNEW it. He whimpered, struggling to draw air to speak. “I-I-I--” He couldn’t get the words out. He couldn’t!

They’ll hate you.

Something pressed against his back, rubbing small circles there. “Kiddo. Kiddo please. You’re okay. You need to breathe. Can you breathe for us?”

B-breathe? How would that help them not hate him? Dee squeezed his eyes shut, his fingers twisting into the fabric of Virigl’s hoodie so they wouldn’t accidentally grab at the air.

Yah that would be just grand if you silence them.

They’ll hate you.

No matter what.

They will.

You can’t stop being you.

“It’s okay, Dil--ah Dee? Dee.” Roman said as warm fingers trailed down his bare cheek, brushing at the tears that lingered there.

Dil.

Dee flinched.

They only like you because you’ve been Dilyn.

They’ll never like Deceit.

Virgil’s arms tightened around him as Roey’s fingers paused, feather light on him. “You’re okay, my young Prince.” He soothed.

Not okay.

Never okay.

Pathetic Gatekeeper.

Can’t even function properly without freaking out.

Yet Dee found himself leaning into Roman’s warm palm, his hands frozen in Virgil’s hoodie. “I-I-I-”

“Deceit.” Logan said in his usual calm tones, using Dee’s title like it was the most natural thing in the world after a year of calling him Dilyn. He placed his fingers on his arm, gently tapping in an odd pattern repeating pattern of four, seven, then eight. “You are safe with us. You are not in any danger.”

Yet.

“Just breathe for now. Don’t try and speak just yet.” Anxiety huffed, again running his fingers through Dee’s hair. “Trust me, I know how this works.”

“We can wait, kiddo.”

“Until you are calmer.”

“Take your time, Dil--Dee.”

“You just need to breathe for us.” Patton said, continuing to rub his back. “Breathe.”

Breathe. They just wanted him to breathe. Dee nodded, keeping his eyes shut as he shakily lifted one hand, disrupting Logan’s tapping on his arm, to grab onto Roman’s finger’s, clinging to them like a drowning man clinging to a fraying string. Breathe. Okay… Okay…how?

You forgot how to breathe?

Some Gatekeeper.

Can’t even breathe properly.

“Sometimes it helps to focus on something else.” Virgil whispered, rocking him back and forth, continuing to hold him close with one arm, while the other hand played with his hair. “Like...I don’t know...can you--do you taste something?”

Taste? How could tasting anything help him breathe?! What sort of stupid quest-- Dee swallowed, tongue flickering out to his lips and the salty flavor coating them as Logan placed a steadying hand on his leg, just resting it there. “T-t-tears” He managed to whisper.

“Okay.” Vee squeezed him, giving a comforting pressure all around. “That’s...well the tears aren’t good, but it’s good you can taste them.“ He exhaled. “What about two things you smell?”

Smell? Dee drew in a shaky breath through his nose. It was--it was...“La-La-Lav.”

“Lavender? From my hoodie?”

He nodded, breath hitching. “Mmmm.” He buried his face deeper into Virgil’s clothes. “Mint.” He mumbled.

“Oh!” Patton gasped, pausing in rubbing Deceit’s back. “I get it.” He whispered

That made one of them, because Dee didn’t see how this was supposed to help.

“It makes sense Virgil’s clothes would smell so as both scents help to calm those who are feeling anxious.” Logan said, fingers again returning to tapping their four, seven, eight pattern on his leg.

“What about three things you hear, my young Prince?” Roman asked. “Can you tell us that?”

It was who he didn’t want to hear currently. Dee hunched his shoulders. It was easier to admit his insecurities when it was just him and Vee, but facing- “Y-you Three.” He whispered. It wasn’t easy. Obviously. He grimaced. “Pat…Lo…Ro.” And Vee...but Roey had only wanted him to say three.

“And are we causing you stress, Deceit? Being here?” Logan asked.

All movement from the others ceased and Dee couldn’t help but flinch again, his hand clutching tighter to Roman’s to keep him from pulling away. From leaving.

Pathetic.

Some Gatekeeper.

“Ye--na--n--ye-na” He couldn’t get either word out. He didn’t want them here, seeing him like this, but he didn’t exactly want them to leave either. He swallowed, throat burning as he turned his head to rest his scaled cheek against Vee’s hoodie, keeping his eyes squeezed shut as he dropped his other hand to Logey’s cooler one, wishing he had another arm to make sure Pat couldn’t leave either. “S-s-stay?”

If you had more of a spine you could easily MAKE them stay with you. Just silence them. Take control.

But he didn’t want to do that! He didn’t want to ruin the--the friendships he’d built with the others over the past year.

“Aww, DeeDee.” Patton cooed, returning to rubbing small circles on his back.

Dee flushed, ducking his head back against Virgil’s chest to hide how red his face must be.

And getting redder.

His breath caught, eyes nearly opening before he caught himself as Roman gently lifted Dee’s hand, pressing his lips to the back of it. “Of course, my young Prince. We’ll stay as long as you need us to. I promise.”

Truth.

The tightness in Dee’s chest faded, allowing him to draw air deeper into his lungs. They were going to stay. The Big Four wouldn’t leave him. Not even--not even---after--si--silencing--

“Four things you feel, Dee.” Virgil said, again running his fingers through Deceit’s hair, holding him close.

That was easier. He felt...he felt….surrounded. But in a good way. Everyone was there...for him. Wanting to help. He tightened his grip on Logey and Roey. “Pat--my back. Lo--leg. Ro...hand. You--ho-holding me.”

“And when you’re ready, Deceit.” Logan rested his other hand on top of Dee’s. “Tell us, what are five things you can see?”

See? Dee squirmed, biting his lip.

Seeing would require opening his eyes.

Seeing would mean he--he’d see their faces.

And that---that--

Some Gatekeeper.

Can’t even face your fears.

Dee gritted his teeth, pulling his hands back to his chest, digging his fingers into the cloak Virgil had made for him. He could face them. HE COULD!

Roey had said they wouldn’t leave.

Vee proved that, sticking around even after he’d been silenced, holding onto him without being forced to provide comfort.

Looking at them shouldn’t change that.

Until they find out what you did to Virgil.

Until they remember you’re a DARK side.

“It’s okay, DeeDee.” Pat said, reassuringly.

Ro again stroked his cheek with his thumb. “We’re here for you.”

Are they?

Roey had promised.

Promises can be broken.

You know that.

“Bu-but---” Dee swallowed, eyelids fluttering as he leaned into Roman’s palm. “I--I just si-silenced--”

The stroking stopped. “Silenced?”

“You used your ability?” Logan asked, the faintest of tremors to his voice as his hand twitched on Dee’s knee. “Up here?”

“Kiddo, that’s not poss--”

“It is.”

Dee jerked at Vee’s steady voice, pulling free from Roman’s hand as his eyes flashed open to stare at the stormcloud on Virgil’s jacket. How coul--could he speak so calmly about being silenced! Dee could remember all too clearly the terror that had flashed across Anxiety’s face when his hands had slapped to his mouth. How the Shadows had sprung up in defense--

“But...How do you know?” Logan asked.

Virgil shifted under him, shrugging one shoulder. “Dee silenced me, right before you guys showed up. Hands to the mouth and everything.”

Patton made a soft noise of distress. “Nooooo.”

Here comes the rejection.

The hatred.

No one cares for Deceit.

Dee curled up tighter, hiding as much as his burning face as he could. “Mm. sorry.” He mumbled. He didn’t want to be--be that sort of Deceit. The Bad Guy. He just wanted to...be himself...whatever himself was now--he didn’t know anymore.

Virgil dropped his hand from Dee’s hair to his hands, squeezing them. “It was--” He exhaled. “A shock for both of us. I wasn’t expecting it--I don’t think Dee was either...we--well I handled it...badly.”

Badly? Dee shook his head, looking up at Virgil frowning at the dark shadows under his eyes. Sure being attacked by the shadows hadn’t been fun. But he had been the one to stop listening to Vee when he said to stop. He was the one who pushed to continue trying to make him sound more like his adult self. “No.”

Virigl raised an eyebrow. “No?”

He nodded, eyes flickering to the other three as they shifted closer to him so they could see his face. “No. Not just you--I was...I pushed, I was--was--b-bad.” His bottom lip trembled. He’d been so desperate to be his old self that he hadn’t considered the consequences of his actions, of what he was asking. “And you just help and help and help some more, not...hate me.” He pulled one hand free from its place under Virgil’s and raised it--only semi surprised that Anxiety didn’t flinch at his movement, to rest his hand on his cheek. “You handle it good.”

Virgil had remained the level-headed one, working to comfort him despite his own distress while Dee---He was the one who’d---well...had a meltdown.

Like the useless child you are.

Some Gatekeeper.

“So...I can assume.” Logan said, tilting his head. “That from the context given...Dee’s state of panic we found him in was from the...this...silencing that took place?” He asked, his fingers moving to tap in the four, seven, eight pattern again.

“A silencing that shouldn’t have happened.” Roman mused, his eyes darting between Dee and Vee. “I mean--we proved his powers didn’t work on us months ago, Specs. That they only work while he’s in the subconscious with the Others.”

Virgil shifted, though his hold remained steady on Dee as he drew in a breath. “I could be wrong, but I think….it’s because I began thinking of him as Deceit instead of Dilyn after I found him out here dressed in his old clothes.”

Huh? Dee looked down at his outfit--well the one Vee had made for him. The one that made him feel like himself for the first time in a long time. But that--how could--a change of clothes gave him his ability to silence back? That hardly made any sens--

“Of course!” Logan abruptly leaned forward, intently studying Dee’s clothes. “I can--Why did we not consider!?”

Roman frowned. “Consider, Specs? Care to clue the rest of us in?”

Logan sat back, clearing his throat as he adjusted his tie. “We’ve all been concerned that Deceit’s stayed small far longer than the rest of us ever have...and with this new info.” He adjusted his glasses, the lens flashing in the faint light. “His unchanging state may be our fault.”

Deceit blinked, twisting to see Logan. Come again? Their fault? The Big Four had done nothing but help him for the past year! Keeping him safe and protected and his little state secret from the Others in the subconscious.

Patton made a noise in the back of his throat, fiddling with the edge of his hoodie as his hand paused on Dee’s back. “Our fault?”

“Just think of it.” Logan gestured to all of them. “What did Roman say when he set the parameters for Deceit’s role as Dilyn a year ago?”

Ro straightened, gesturing vaguely around the balcony. “Well, I said that he’s just a child in the mindscape. That he doesn’t have any particular funct--” He jerked. “Great Odin’s Eyepatch!” Roman turned to Logan. He jabbed his finger in the air. “No function. That’s what you’re getting at. We made Deceit--”

Logan nodded. “Exactly. If Dilyn’s ‘role’ is to be a child and that he has no function in the mindscape, then there is no reason for him to grow or return to normal. Hence why Deceit--has remained how he is.”

“We didn’t let him be himself.” Patton whispered, pulling his hand back to grab onto the sleeves of his cat sweater. “In trying to make our lives easier while he was with us--we refused to let Deceit be himself.”

Truth.

Dee sat up in Virgil’s arms, eyes wide. The solution--it was--could it really be that simple? Had they really prevented him from growing the entire time by--by having him take on this role?!

“Kinda my thoughts.” Virgil mumbled, fidgeting in place. “Hence why I--I gave him a version of his outfit back. To help him...feel more like Deceit.”

Deceit will rise.

“So to fix this--” Roman snapped his fingers, grinning wide. “We just need to start treating you like Deceit again.”

Dee stiffened, breath catching his throat. “Just like before?” He asked, hating how his voice trembled.

Back to being the Bad Guy.

“NO.” Virgil wrapped his arms protectively around Dee as he shook his head. “I mean...Yes to you being Deceit again, Dee. But No to just like before. I mean...we can’t--we need to--”

“Accept him?” Patton asked, tilting his head, eyes shimmering in the faint light. “All of him. Like we did for you?”

“Exactly.”

Was it really that easy? Dee looked between all of them. Were they really wanting him to be...Deceit? “But--” He ducked his head. “I’ll be...bad again.”

“Falsehood.” Logan said, gently lifting Dee’s chin back up to meet his eyes. “Overall Thomas is a good person, which means that you are too….there is no need to return to exactly how things were before in order for you to function for Thomas.”

“It would be silly to act like nothing’s changed between us.” Patton said, bouncing in place. “I mean...DeeDee can make cookies with me just as easily as Dilio did, even when you’re back to being an adult! We can still be FamILY.”

Family.

The word had his stomach fluttering as chills rushed down his spine. Family.

It was strange how---how desperately Dee wanted that word to apply to him too. To be included. To be wanted. To be part of a group. Part of the Family.

“It’s just a matter of figuring out what you want, Dee.” Virgil said, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards. “You don’t have to be stagnant. I mean...I changed. You can too. Be whoever you want to be.”

“Of course. Which means to potentially help Deceit return to normal--” Logan took Dee’s hand, his own giving the slightest of tremors as he raised it to his mouth, maintaining eye contact as he did so. “When you are ready.” He said, a faint shimmer of fear flashing across his eyes as his breath ghosted over Dee’s finger tips. “You can silence me as per your duties as Self Preservation to keep Thomas safe, I will not hate you for doing so.”

Dee caught his breath, eyes going wide. He...he wouldn’t? Hate...him?

“Same here, Jekyll and Lied.” Roman said placing his hand over Logan’s, giving a seated bow to Dee. “Silence me as you will. I won’t hate you either for doing your job.”

“Me too!” Patton agreed with a tremulous smile, adding his hand to the others.

“You already silenced me--but yah.” Virgil shrugged, placing his hand on top. “You can do it again, I guess.”

Dee--Deceit lifted his blurry eyes from their hands, heart pounding in his chest hard enough he wouldn’t be surprised if it burst. “You’re...you’re sure?” He whispered.

It had been so long...so very long since he’d attempted to use his powers on them. Attempted to be...Deceit. He didn’t--want to hurt them. He didn’t even know if he could anymore...but the knowledge that they were willing to let him...meant a lot.

They nodded, even Virgil tilted his head the barest of degrees.

“If we can be ourselves around you, Deceit.” Logan said.

“Then there is no need for you to pretend any longer to be someone else for us.” Roman finished, giving him a wink. “We’ll work it out.”

“Cus that’s what FamILY does!” Patton said, tousling his hair. “Even though you look like a kid, we’ll do our best to treat you like an adult from here out. It will be our New Year’s Goal! Okay, DeeDee?”

Deceit will rise.

It wasn’t--wasn’t how he originally wanted to return--but this...this could work. To help him get back to normal. To be...Deceit again.

Dee drew in a steadying breath, nodding. A new year. A new him. Hopefully working with the Big Four instead of against them.

“Five things I see.” He said softly, meeting everyone’s eyes as his small hand warmed in theirs. “Me with my Family.”

End.

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hongism · 5 years ago

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angst #10 and misc #15 with wooyoung please? thanks!

yay love for baby wooyoung (who was just upgraded from bias wrecker to bias yeehaw i have 6 biases and 2 bias wreckers now i am a cLoWn) thank you anon i hope you enjoy

#10: "Do you even still love me?"

#15: "Give me attention."

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Needy

"Give me attention." Wooyoung demands, evidently fed up with your lack of focus on him for the past two and a half hours. You sigh in response but look up from the book in your lap anyways to face him. He pouts back at you. You maintain the stare for another ten seconds before returning your focus to the book before you, at which point Wooyoung whines and kicks his feet against your thigh. "Fifteen seconds of attention is not enough!"

You laugh under your breath at his antics. Appeasing him, you close your book and set it to the side so that you can focus more on him.

"Is this better?"

Wooyoung cocks his head to the side, contemplating your question, then decides to deny it.

"Not good enough."

"What else do you want from me?" It's your turn to whine, and you pout back at Wooyoung, who merely opens his arms and motions for you to come lay against him. You don't hesitate to do so. Once you collapse against his chest, Wooyoung sighs in content, fingers combing through your hair.

"When was the last time we did this?" He mutters more to himself than to you. The vibrations of his voice cascade over you, and you hum in response. "I can't even remember." The lull of the vibrations is calming and soothing, yet the actual tone behind his words bites at your skin. You blink your eyes open, staring at the sheets below you.

An unspoken conversation lingers in the air. You know it's coming, it's arrival is looming, and you aren't sure you're ready for the downfall of his concerns. Wooyoung is perceptive -- moreso than you give him credit for -- and given the amount of time that issues have been persisting, you're surprised he hasn't mentioned it sooner.

"Y/N?"

At the end of the day, you both know where the blame lies.

"Yes, Woo?"

You aren't ready to face that truth.

"What about me makes you happy?" Not the opener you expected, but a concern you knew about, a concern you didn't ease sooner, and guilt nags at the edges of your consciousness. You cling to Wooyoung's midsection tighter. You could have done more. Should have.

"Your smile, laugh, the way you play around, how you cheer others up, your voice, the way you're eyes wrinkle when you smile, your heart, just to say a few." You mutter the words into Wooyoung's shirt, but he still hears them, the rhythmic patterns he's rubbing against your back never ceasing. You want to reach out and grab hold of his arms, trace his skin with kisses and love, but you don't. You sit still. Not moving a muscle. Just as you always do.

"What do you love about me?"

You want to cry, a sob lodging itself in your throat and keeping words from making it through your lips without struggle. You croak a bit, voice cracks, and ball your fists around the material of Wooyoung's shirt. He doesn't move under you, even as a strangled sob passes through your lips. Rather, he stiffens, becoming still as a statue. It's not your tears that stop him in his tracks. It's your lack of a response, your struggle to find the words, and he knows that it isn't simply because you can't put it into words.

"Do you even still love me?"

The question tears a hole in your chest, Wooyoung's words acting as a black hand around your heart and squeezing so tightly you think you might die.

It's your fault.

"Did you ever?"

You know it is.

It's always been your fault, and yet the confrontation makes it feel more real. It's a sad song, a melancholy dream, and you know where this path leads. Wooyoung does too, hands stopping on your back and resting weakly against your waist. You don't understand why he doesn't push you away, toss you to the side, get rid of you for being such a shitty person. His hands move upwards as he pulls both of you into a sitting position. The bed squeaks under you, the sound mimicking your own high-pitched cries. Wooyoung places his hands on either side of your face. You can't look at him.

"Leave me," you mutter and squeeze your eyes shut. You want him to say yes, need him to agree, need him to through you out like the trash you are.

"I love you," he whispers, lips ghosting against yours.

"I'm horrible." You don't push him away, and at this point you aren't sure whether it's because you don't have the energy to or because you don't want to let him go.

"No." Wooyoung drags his thumb across your cheek, catching a stray tear there. "I know you're not."

"I-I am. I-I coul--I didn't ev--" You can't finish your sentence, partially because admitting it out loud makes it too real. And Wooyoung doesn't need to hear it.

"I made you happy for a time. That's all I needed. I didn't need you to love me back, as long as you were happy. I couldn't ask for any more than that, couldn't be more needy than I already was. Don't cry, Y/N." Wooyoung's voice sounds too steady, the normal emotional and high energy you see from your boyfriend nonexistent. Almost as though he's already come to terms with this. Again his lips touch your skin, molding soft patterns under your chin and across your neck. He's whispering soft words you can barely hear with each kiss, urgings for you to not cry or blame yourself, small 'I love you's, and promises that it's okay. It's okay.

Except it's not, and you know that.

...

a/n: ...i went a bit too hard with the angst didn’t i? i was gonna make it fluffy ;-; then this happened ;-; and i don’t even know ;-;

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez angst #ateez smut #ateez fluff #ateez scenarios #ateez scenario #ateez imagines #ateez imagine #ateez drabbles #ateez drabble #ateez timestamp #wooyoung #jung wooyoung #wooyoung angst #wooyoung fluff #wooyoung smut #wooyoung x reader

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awake-dearheart · 5 years ago

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Red and Black [chapter 3]

Series Masterlist

Summary:Following the events of Far From Home, Peter has to deal with the aftermath of the world finding out he’s Spider-Man. A new friend helps him through, and an old foe comes back in search of revenge.

Word count: 1900

Pairing: Peter Parker x Michelle Jones, a smattering of Peter Parker x Felicia Hardy, and May x Happy (because I love awkwardness)

Warnings: None really for this chapter

A/N: Originally posted 9/20/19. Yay we’re finally meeting Felicia! And awkward bb conflicted Peter. If you’d like to be added to the taglist for this story or my permanent taglist, just send an ask!

One of the best things about Delmar’s was the very strict “buy something or get the hell out” policy. It had been in place for years, but since Peter had been unmasked Mr. Delmar had really cracked down. Anyone who lingered for more than about 30 seconds got a swift reminder, and there was never a second one. Peter was eternally grateful for it. The first week at school had been a complete nightmare. Between everyone wanting a piece of him, MJ being weird and distant, and the prison break on Rikers he hadn’t been able to get to in time, coming into the sandwich shop and having a few quiet minutes to breathe was life-changing. The bell above the door jingled as he walked in and Peter took a deep breath, relishing in the quiet.

“Sup, Mr. Delmar,” he called out. He grabbed two bags of sour gummy worms and tossed them down on the counter.

“Hey, Mr. Parker!” the shop owner replied. He took stock of Peter’s still flushed face. “Rough day?” Peter scoffed.

“Yeah, you could say that.” Peter looked out the front window. The group of people who had been following him for several blocks was gathered there, snapping photos from their safe spot outside. Everyone in the neighborhood knew Mr. Delmar’s rule so they didn’t dare venture inside. Peter turned back around and sighed. Mr. Delmar gave him a knowing look and began to ring up his snacks.

“Usual right?” he asked. “Number 5?”

“With pickles and-“

“Smush it down flat,” he finished for him. “You got it kid.” Peter smiled and let himself relax a bit. Even after Delmar’s had been rebuilt it somehow managed to look, and feel, exactly the same as it did before. This was one of the only places Peter had left where he still felt like Peter, and not Spider-Man. Delmar’s was safe, and safe was something Peter desperately needed. He handed Mr. Delmar his money and moved to the end of the counter.

“Sup, Murph?” Peter scratched the resident cat behind his ears, earning a contented purr.

Chiming from the front door pulled Peter’s attention away from Murph. He tensed, fearing someone from the group outside had summoned the courage to come inside. Instead he saw a dark haired girl, not much older than him, enter the store. She breezed past Peter looking mildly stressed, and he got the distinct feeling he’d seen her before.

“Hey, Mr. D!” she yelled, placing her hands on the counter and vaulting over it. Wow, Peter thought. She was agile and graceful, not even missing a step when her feet hit the floor on the other side. She spared a quick pat to Murph before she began rummaging through things behind the counter.

“Hey, Felicia,” Mr. Delmar greeted her. “I thought you had class?” He walked over and Felicia gave him a quick hug before resuming her search.

“Yeah in like an hour, but I can’t find my psych book. I think I left it when I was doing homework last night.” She ducked out of Peter’s line of sight, shuffling through whatever was under the counter. Mr. Delmar laughed and looked at Peter.

“This girl would lose her head if it wasn’t attached,” he joked. Felicia popped up and gave him a playful swat on the shoulder.

“And you wouldn’t be able to keep the doors open without me,” she shot back. “Now help me look!” Peter couldn’t help but laugh at their interaction. Mr. Delmar had mentioned Felicia before, but Peter had never actually seen her in the shop. Or maybe he had, since he couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew her from somewhere. He watched her search, admiring the fluidity in her movements. In the blink of an eye she had climbed up on the back counter, stretching up and balancing on one foot to look on top of the cabinets.

“How in the world would it have gotten up there?” Mr. Delmar laughed.

“I don’t know, but I have to look so I can say I looked everywhere!” she retorted, as if it made all the sense in the world. Mr. Delmar laughed at her, and looked back at Peter.

“Your sandwich, Mr. Parker,” he said, holding out the plastic bag. Peter walked over to claim his order, and caught a glimpse of something next to the register. Craning his neck, he read the title on the spine of the book: Introduction to Abnormal Psychology. Felicia had jumped down and started pulling things out of drawers with her back to him, so he cleared his throat.

“Hey, is that it?” he asked, pointing. Felicia whipped around and followed his point.

“Yes! Oh my god, thank you so much!” She rushed forward and grabbed the book. Sliding off her bag, she stuffed the book inside and gave Peter a soft smile. It was cut short as she furrowed her brow and pointed at him. “Hey aren’t you-“

“Spider-Man,” Peter begrudgingly finished for her as his heart dropped. “Yeah, I am.” He could feel the blood rushing to his face and anxiety creep up. He didn’t want his one safe haven ruined by someone trying to get a selfie or an autograph.

“No,” Felicia said. Peter looked up at her, confused. “I mean, yeah, obviously you are. But you’re Peter, right?”

“Um…yeah?” It was more of a question than an answer. Felicia just stared at him, smiling with eyebrows raised like she was expecting him to say something. “Sorry do we…?” He gestured between the two of them and she giggled. He decided he liked the sound of her laugh.

“I’m Felicia,” she said. “Felicia Hardy. We used to go to Midtown together.” Realization dawned on him as he remembered her. She had definitely grown up, and by his guess not blipped out, but they had definitely had a few classes together. Peter vaguely remembered a group project they did together for an English class.

“Oh! Yeah, hey! Sorry I didn’t recognize you. You look different,” She arched an eyebrow at him and Peter’s eyes widened. “Not like bad different. Like…older. Not like you’re old! You’re not old I just mean…” She let out another giggle that made Peter melt and cut him off.

“Peter, it’s ok. I was a couple years ahead of you and I didn’t blip so,” she gestured to herself. “Older.” Peter exhaled and looked down at his feet. When he looked back up she was smiling brightly at him. Peter remembered thinking Felicia was cool before he became Spider-Man, but he always thought she didn’t know who he was. He was pretty excited that she knew him as Peter. Just Peter.

“So,” he said awkwardly. “You work here?” She smiled proudly and nodded.

“Yup. Been keeping this place afloat ever since the blip.” Mr. Delmar walked over and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.

“She saved me, this one did. I’d be lost without her.” He placed a kiss on the top of her head. Felicia scrunched up her face and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“Aww, look whose heart grew three sizes today!” she cooed. Rising up on her toes, she kissed him on the cheek. “I’ll be back after class. Try not to burn the place down before then.” Mr. Delmar chuckled and Felicia walked back around the counter.

“You be safe out there,” Mr. Delmar said. “You too, Mr. Parker.”

“Always am,” Felicia replied. “Going my way, Pete?” She nodded toward the door.

“Uh, yeah,” he smiled. “See ya, Mr. Delmar!” Peter opened the door and held it for Felicia and the pair left together.

The sun was bright in the sky despite the chill of the early autumn air. Felicia and Peter turned to face each other on the sidewalk. She looked up at him and smiled, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth. Peter smiled back, and felt a lurch in his stomach. She was definitely flirting with him, and he kind of liked it. But he couldn’t. He couldn’t flirt back and he couldn’t like her flirting with him. Weird spot or not, Peter was with MJ and he wasn’t going to do anything to hurt her or screw up their relationship. He cleared his throat and shifted awkwardly in his spot.

“So,” he started, trying to break the tension. “How come I’ve never seen you here before? I stop in like every day and this is the first time we’ve run into each other.” What was he doing? He needed to leave. He needed to call MJ or go on patrol or do anything besides talk to the cute girl from the sandwich shop. Still, he couldn’t make his feet move.

“I usually work the late shift,” Felicia answered. “I have class most days and I come in after to help and close up.”

“Oh, cool. Where do you go?” Felicia answered him by looking down at her t-shirt that read Empire State University. They locked eyes again and broke into peals of laughter.

“I took a couple years off to help Mr. D get things back on track after the blip,” she explained. “But he basically threatened me with death if I didn’t go back to school.”

“How do you guys know each other?” he asked. Felicia’s face fell a little, but she recovered quickly.

“He basically raised me. After my dad went away Mr. D helped my mom out a lot. When she died he took me in so I could finish school here and not get shipped off to who knows where.”

“Went away?” Peter asked, his brow furrowed. Suddenly, he remembered. “Oh…right. Your dad was…I mean he…” he stammered. Felicia giggled again. That damn giggle.

“You can say it, Peter. He was a thief.”

Walter Hardy had been a world famous cat burglar for years in the 80’s. He’d robbed pretty much every jewelry store, museum and art house in New York. Peter remembered watching the police chase where he’d been arrested with his Uncle Ben when he was a kid. He knew kids in school used to tease Felicia about her dad and there were rumors all the time about her following in his footsteps, but he’d never really been friends with her so he never got to hear her side of the story. She must have sensed the panic rising in his chest and saw his brain trying to formulate an apology, because she reached out and placed a hand on his arm.

“Its fine, Peter. I know who my dad was.” Peter could feel the heat of her hand on his arm through his shirt, and he was angry with himself for liking it. Felicia caught sight of the watch on her wrist and pulled her hand back. “Hey, I have to get going, but it was really good to see you.”

“Yeah,” Peter said smiling. “You too.” Felicia smiled brightly at him and turned to go, but she stopped and looked back at him. Shrugging off her backpack, she pulled out a notebook and scribbled something down. She ripped out the page and handed it to Peter. He looked down and saw her phone number.

“Call me some time,” she winked. Peter’s heart thudded.

“S-sure,” he choked out. With that, Felicia turned and jogged off toward the subway station. As soon as she was out of sight, guilt flooded through him. He folded up the paper and shoved it in his back pocket, while pulling out his phone to text MJ.

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writing-realityawayfromreality · 5 years ago

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Running Scared

*roughly based off of the song All too Well by T.Swift. I’m deep in the Jake feels at the moment so please bare with me. Hope y’all enjoy. As always, all the love.

-K

*Warnings: there is a decent age gap between the reader and Jake*

*present (reader is about 26 and Jake is 36)*

You were back in town and your parents had asked you to come have dinner with them at the Gyllenhaals. you were suppose to be getting ready but you found yourself sitting on the bed on your phone in your old room at your parents house. “Maybe I was a young, naive, little girl” you thought as you were scrolling through Instagram seeing picture of a guy that you thought was going to be your best friend for the rest of your life. You couldn’t get away from him, everywhere you looked there he was, and it was all because of his new movie coming out. He sure did know what he wanted to do with his life, how could you blame him, someone who as talented as him should be doing exactly what he was doing. You couldn’t help yourself but watch some of his interviews just to hear his voice, a voice that you could listen to all day long, you came across a clip of him reading one of your favorite books as a kid.

*flashback (reader around 6 years old, Jake around 16)*

“Where are we going?” you asked your parents “We are going over to the Gyllenhaals honey, you know Maggie and Jake...” your mom said. “Yay, I love spending time with Jake.” you giggled. “Well that’s good sweetie because your mommy and I are going out with their mommy and daddy and Jake said that he wouldn’t mind watching you.” you dad said. “A whole night with Jake? Cool!” you said. You’re parents knocked on the door only to be greeted by Jake. “Hey” He said hugging your parents. “Mom and Dad are just about done getting ready, please come in.” Jake said stepping aside to allow you into the house. “How are you y/n?” Jake asked. “I’m good, mommy and daddy said that you were going to watch me tonight.” You said excitedly. It wasn’t the first time that Jake had babysat you. Honestly he was your favorite babysitter. Jake just smiled.

Jake had just made your favorite meal. Chicken fingers and Mac and Cheese and for dessert he cut you a piece of cake. Jake had let you alone to play with some toys that you brought along while he cleaned up from dinner. not too long after he asked if you wanted to watch a movie. “How about Toy Story?” Jake asked looking through the movies. “I love that movie!” you yelled. Jake placed the movie in the tape player and walked over to the sofa. It started off with you both eating popcorn, slowly as time went on you could feel yourself getting tired. You moved closer over to Jake and snuggled into him. After the movie had ended Jake woke you up asking if you wanted to go to bed, you nodded sleepily and he carried you up and laid you the spare bed. “Jake, can you read me a bedtime story?” you asked looking at him. “Sure.” He said grabbing a book off the shelf. “How about goodnight moon?” He asked. “My favorite!” you said curling up under the blanket

*Present*

You still kept that book in a box in the back of your closet in your apartment. You could feel the feelings coming back of how you felt about Jake. You threw your phone expecting it to hit the bed next to you but instead it fell to the ground. Getting off the bed you picked it up off the floor but not before noticing something under your bed. It was a box, opening it you saw all your old school stuff, you were a pretty good student. Looking through the papers you came across a math test which had a score of 100% probably the only one with 100% on it.

*Flashback (reader is about 10 and jake is about 20)*

“Hey! What are you doing here?” Jake asked walking into the dinning area of his house, “Parents are out of town and they think that i wouldn’t be okay alone at home so i have to stay here for the weekend.’” you said not looking up from your homework. “What are you doing home? shouldn’t you be at college” you asked. “Just getting a few things.” Jake said before walking away, going up stairs. “This is so stupid!” you yelled. Jake came back into the room . “What?” he asked. “This math homework, I want to be a writer, where is math going to come into play?” you asked. “Well,you never know when you are going to need math in real life situations. What’s the problem?” He asked sitting down next to you. placing his bag on the floor.

*Present*

You could recall staying up all night with Jake doing problem after problem. He had spent the weekend at home making sure that you could pass your test, barely making it back to college for his own classes. He had spent a lot of his summers at home, you recalled spending the whole summer with him since your parents had gone to help with a movie and they didn’t want to drag you with making you spend a summer away from friends so they left you with the Gyllenhaals.

*Flashback (reader is 16 and Jake is 26)*

Your parents had to go out of the states for a movie they were helping to produce, you had to stay with the gyllenhaals the entire summer, it was exciting. It would had been a boring summer but Jake was home and was able to take you places, you guys went to movies, to the beach. Every Sunday night you guys would unwind with a movie at home. It was your favorite summer by far. That was the summer you started to fall for Jake.

*present*

“Stupid” you thought thinking back to that summer. You remembered those stories you would write based on the adventures you guys went on. It helped you to develop your writing style, Jake would read the stories and help you correct certain things, improving your story. You continued to look through the box coming across the flowers you kept from prom, they were all dried up but still in tact.

*Flashback (reader is about 17 and jake is about 27)*

You felt your heart sink when your date didn’t show up. You sat there on the steps outside your house when you heard a familiar voice. “What’s a pretty girl like you doing on the steps crying?” you looked up to see Jake standing in front of you. “He didn’t show up...” You said wiping your tears away. “What a jerk.” Jake said sitting down next to you wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into him. You rested your head on his shoulder. You two sat there for a while in silence “It is what it is.” you said shifting to stand up. “What time does prom end?” “Not for another hour or so...” you said looking at him confused. “Come on.” Jake said grabbing your hand and headed to his house. You waited while he ran upstairs, it didn’t take long before he came back down dressed in one of his suits. “Shall we?” He asked.

*Present*

You smiled remembering how everyone looked at you and Jake when you showed up at prom with him. They guy that was suppose to take you was dancing with your best friend. usually you would had ran away crying but Jake held you closer, a slow song started right as you walked in, Jake lead you to the dance floor, pulling you in close he placed his hands on your hips swaying back and forth, you looked around, you could feel yourself shaking because everyone's eyes were on you “Hey...” Jake said placing a hand on your chin to turn your face towards him. “I got you, just look at me.” Jake said. You felt yourself relax, resting your head on him as you dancing to the song. That following summer you and Jake had spent the entire summer together, traveling to his sets, late night just talking about anything and everything, you could feel yourself really starting to like Jake and you thought he felt the same way. Shaking your head and pushing those thoughts away you continued to look through the box. The last thing that you pulled out was a college letter.

*flashback (reader is 18 and jake is 28)*

“Come on honey, open the letter.” your mom encouraged. “He should be here by now.” you said looking out of the window. “Sweetie, you know that he is busy filming. you can text him to let him know whether or not you got in.” your dad said. you checked your phone to see if he had texted you, nothing. you had no choice but to open the letter. Reading the first line you let out a scream of excitement “You got in?” your parents asked. “I got in!” you yelled hugging them. You were going to NYU for college to pursue your writing career. Jake had promised to come home so he could be there when you opened the letter but he hadn’t even texted you. When it was finally time for you to move into college he was nowhere to be found, you hadn’t heard from him all summer but you saw that he was out and about with is girlfriend, you could feel your heart shatter. This was both of your dreams, for you to get into NYU and you would live with him at his place in New York that way your parents didn’t have to worry about housing and whether or not you would be safe, it was a bulletproof plan. Jake was still living in New York, living his dream, just not the one that you dreamt of together.

*present*

You placed everything back into the box and pushed it back under the bed. You finally decided that it was time to get ready for dinner. You had showered and in the midst of doing your hair when your mom walked in “Hey honey, the Gyllenhaals had just texted and said that Jake was home, this is going to be so much fun.” you mom said excitedly. “Yay!” you pretended to be excited. You were mad at him still, he basically left you the summer you graduated college, he had stopped coming home and hardly texted you, he seemed to be too busy with those girls he was dating and all the movies he was promoting and filming. You finished doing your hair and makeup before heading downstairs. You put on a maroon dress accompanied by a plaid scarf, grabbing your knee high boots you headed down the stairs to meet up with your parents. The Gyllenhaals lived a few houses down so you all just walked. Your mom knocked on the door. Jake had opened the door. “Hey guys, come in!” Jake said excitedly. your parents walked in first and you followed behind. You could feel eyes on you, turning around you saw Jake starting at you.

“You’ve grown.” Jake said walking up to you. “That’s what happens in life Jake.” you said before walking away. Both families were talking to one another before sitting down for dinner. You could feel Jakes eyes on your the entire time you were there. “So y/n, no boyfriend.” Jake asked, “Actually, y/n is engaged. The wedding is in a few months.” Your mom said before grabbing your hand to show off your ring. “He is an editor.” you dad chimed in. “Jake, did we forget to tell you? It’s going to be the... 18th of January. You’ll be attending, right?”Jake’s mom asked. “I think I’m going to be out of state.” Jake mumbled. Your parents continued talking about the wedding but you found yourself looking at Jake. His whole demeanor changed. He was now tense hardly making any eye contact with you. You and Jake had been asked to clear the table wash up some of the dishes. Jake dried while you washed. It was just like old times when both of you were younger. “How’ve you been.” you asked Jake. “Well.” Jake responded not looking at you. You continued to wash while Jake dried in silence.

You knew Jake all to well to know that he was mad. “What’s your issue?” You asked turning off the water. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” Jake said as he continued to dry the dish in his hand. “Bullshit Jake...” you said grabbing the towel out of his hands. “What the hell y/n?” Jake said looking at you. “I come in and you couldn’t stop looking at me and then my parents bring up me being engaged and you completely changed. Why?” you asked. “ I don’t know what you are talking about y/n, now can we get back to cleaning up?” Jake asked. “are you mad?” You asked looking at him. “No.” Jake said “you totally are... Oh this is great, you are mad because I’m engaged aren’t you jake?” you asked looking at him. “I AM NOT MAD!” Jake said raising his voice. “You totally are... but you have no reason to be, and you want to know why Jake?” you said, Jake raised his eyebrows at you. “I should be the one to be mad at you.” “And why is is that?” Jake asked now surprised. “Because you left me!” you yelled not caring who heard. Jake looked taken back, he motioned you to be quiet before quickly grabbing your wrist and leading you upstairs to his childhood bedroom, the twin size bed still sitting where you remembered it was. “Don’t touch me.” you said pulling your wrist away from Jake “What are you talking about, I left you!” Jake yelled. “Oh please, you did what you always do, you ran because you were scared Jake!” You yelled back. “I don’t know what you are talking about.” Jake said looking down at the ground. “That’s why you still aren’t married Jake, you leave right before it gets too far. You get close and then you just...” you quieted down. “I what?” Jake yelled. “...leave.” You said fuming. “You don’t know anything y/n, you don’t know how I felt...” He said looking at you. “I don’t know anything? Then why don’t you fill me in Jake?” you asked even more mad than you were seconds ago. Jake stayed silent. “Let me tell you what i do know Jake... I knew how I felt when we would drive up state, singing in the car, not caring what we sounded like to those around us, I knew how i felt when your mom pulled out the photo albums showing me pictures of you when you were a child on the tee ball team. I remember you getting all embarrassed because of your thick glasses you were wearing in those pictures. you thought you looked goofy but i thought you looked cute.” you said looking at him, you could feel yourself getting all choked up thinking about the past.

“I.. I remember how i felt dancing with you in the refrigerator light that night I applied for NYU, I was scared about the future, you told me about your past, i thought you were going to be my future, but now that’s long gone Jake.” you said pausing to see his facial expression. “maybe we got lost in translation, maybe i asked for too much, maybe i thought we were more than what we wer. And so what it is wasn’t right? what we had was rare. And then you come back just to break me like that promise...” you said stopping yourself before you started crying. “Promise? What promise?” Jake asked looking at you.

“Of course you wouldn’t remember, why would you Jake, you know i thought that this feeling would pass as time went on but it was like i was paralyzed by it. I’m trying to get back to being the old me but, I just can’t. Not with seeing you everywhere and anywhere...” Jake cut you off. “College... living together... Y/n, I am so sorry...” Jake began as if he just remember the dream you both had but it was your turn to cut him off, “No Jake, you don’t get to apologize, not after all these years. You ran away...” you started “Because I loved you!” Jake blurted out. you were taken back, at a loss for words, Jake and you both just looked at eachother, for a few seconds the room was silent. “Loved? Jake...” you were still looking for those words when Jake spoke “Love...” Jake said. All of the sudden you weren’t feeling so well, you walked over to the bed sitting on it with your head in your hands. “Y/n, I didn’t know how to tell you back then, you were so young, what 18? For christ sake I was 28, i use to babysit you when you were younger y/n, now tell me that doesn’t sound creepy.” Jake said sitting next to you.

“But you dated all those other girls and now are in a tizzy because I am engaged.” you said. “Because I was trying to get over you! You don’t know how hard it was for me y/n.” Jake started “I love you y/n, and I know that you love me, still, you said that that feelings not there but I know they are... ” Jake said taking you by your hand. “Jake, I.....I’m engaged.” you said. “But I know that you aren’t happy.” Jake said. “If you really love me Jake, you would be happy for me, not here trying to make me feel bad about being happy...If I mean that much to you, then come to the wedding.” You said getting up and walking out.

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It has been a few weeks later and you found yourself sitting in your apartment. The excitement of the holidays were long over and you were back home.You kept replaying the words that Jake said. “I love you y/n, and i know that you love me, still...” Did you still love him? who were you kidding, of course you did. You never stopping loving him. You glanced down at your finger, the shiny ring reflecting up at you. It was only a few weeks until the wedding.

“But I know that you aren’t happy...” you replayed in your head. You knew that you weren’t truly happy either. You loved your fiance but you weren’t in love with him, he was just someone that you thought would help you get over your feelings for Jake. It turns out that you were still in love with Jake, even after all these years. You thought making all these different decisions for your wedding was the hardest thing you had to do. Looking past your dress and out the window you saw the beautiful city lights that you had dreamed of as a kid. You were right where you wanted to be, the city, the job, the relationship, just not the guy you dreamt of it being with. You knew that you couldn’t leave your fiance for Jake.

All those things that Jake had said to you over the holiday made you feel like you had those butterflies fluttering in your tummy, for Christ sake, he told you he loved you, but you weren’t sure that you could trust him. What if the going got tough? would he run away scared? There was only one thing left to do... go through with the wedding, both of your families were flying across the states just to see you guys.

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It was finally your wedding day, you had just gotten your bridesmaids pictures done, it was them helping you put on your dress, there were a few pictures of your dad seeing you all dressed up. Everything was going according to plan, it was almost perfect, except for one thing....Jake. You found yourself hoping and praying that he was going to be sitting in the church when you got there. You wanted to see him one last time, you needed to see him before you say I do. There was a slight knock on your door, you could feel your heart skip a beat, Jake? you thought. Hearing your maid of honor telling the person that they would give you the note you felt yourself getting nervous.

“It’s from your soon to be husband.” you maid of honor said. You thanked her and took the note, looking at you confused “Aren’t you going to open it?” She asked. “Oh, um yeah... why don’t you guys start heading down to the lobby, I’ll read it and then head down.” you said acting like you were going to open the note. “Alright, come one girls...” your friend said. Once you were alone in your room you could feel yourself starting to get nervous. You knew that it wasn’t right going through with the wedding when the only man you could think of is Jake. You headed out the door, leaving the note on the bed unread.

Meeting the girls in the lobby they could tell that something was wrong. “Nervous?” they asked. “Just a little.” you said. “well the limo is here and they said that the guests are being seated now at the church, waiting for your arrival.” “Let’s do this.” you said heading out the hotel doors and into the limo.

As the church came into sight you could feel your body shaking. “Hey... It’s going to be alright y/n...” your best friend said. “I know.” you replied half heartedly. You and your bridal team took their places at the door lining up in order of how they would stand at the altar. One by one they disappeared through the doors and down the aisle. You felt yourself wanting to run, run away from all of this. If you just wouldn’t had seen Jake at Thanksgiving everything would had been fine. Glancing down at the flowers in your hand your eyes caught the shine of your ring.

You could hear the music beginning to play signaling you to walk through the doors, usually it would be any girls favorite song to hear on their wedding day but to you it sounds like a death march. “Are you ready miss?” the man at the door asked. “Yeah, i’m ready.” You said as they opened the door to reveal your fiance at the end of the aisle. You walked to your dad grabbing his arm. “Are you sure you want to do this, we can turn around right now and go home...” your dad said. “I’m sure.” you said continuing to walk down the aisle, that was until you saw Jake sitting in the middle of the church. You could feel yourself slow down even more looking at him, he was looking back at you, smile on his face but the look of don’t do this in his eyes. You were finally at the altar, you were so focused on Jake that you didn’t even hear anyone talking, you felt your dad whisper in your ear “Go to him.” those words snapped you out of your thoughts.

Looking at your dad confused he was looking back at Jake. You shook your head and headed up their stairs to meet your fiance, grabbing his hands. When it was time for your vowels you couldn’t remember what you had written, trying to recall from memory. Your fiance laughed telling you that it was okay, that it was an emotional day. Your fiance said his vowels without any issues. You hardly heard them. The only thing that you heard was the gasps, bringing you back to reality. Looking at the crowd you saw Jake standing there in the middle of the aisle you had walked down.

“Sorry, I’m so sorry everyone, I’m not usually someone who objects. But, I just couldn’t sit there when there are so many things that I have yet to say to y/n. You had refused to look at Jake, continuing to look at your fiance. “Y/n... Please.” You could hear the pain in his voice. You turned to give Jake your full attention only hoping this whole thing would soon be over. Jake and walked closer to the altar, standing at the bottom of the steps looking straight at you, as if only talking to you with no one else around.

“I know that I said a lot of stupid things that last night we saw each other...” of course you did you thought. “But I really meant what I said.... I love you.” Which caused you to laugh. “Listen, I was young and dumb, I didn’t think that it would be okay for me to date someone who is 10 years younger than me, I thought our parents would be displeased, that the media would change me into this monster that I wasn’t, but I was selfish and only thinking about myself. So yes, I moved, I had girlfriends, but the truth is I was just trying to get over you, and I honestly thought i had. When I saw you at Thanksgiving, all those feelings came back, and when I heard that you were engaged, I was furious, not at you but at myself for not being able to tell you all the things I remember all too well. I thought that I had missed my chance...” Jake stopped looking at you for any sign, any sign at all.

“Is that all?” your fiance had asked looking at him, you felt your fiance trying to turn you back around to get on with the ceremony. “ “Do you remember the time we were driving and I almost ran the red?” Jake asked. “Oh come on.” your fiance said looking at you. You had let go of your fiance’s hands and walked down a few steps to get closer to Jake to listen to him. You wanted to hear what he had to say since he recalled one of the most scariest moments between the two of you. “I almost ran the red because i was looking at you, watching the wind blow through your hair.” Jake said. “I screamed, and you apologized the rest of the ride, asking if I wanted to drive the rest of the way.” You recalled. “Because I couldn’t imagine life without. Do you remember how the leaves looked, they were so pretty...” Jake stated. “They were just starting to turn.” you smiled remembering. “I remember you coming over to my place the night that we found out that you got into NYU, how we danced in the refrigerator light. How the light looked glistening off of your skin. I remember that scarf you left at my sisters house that one Thanksgiving when you were much younger, how you were so upset because that was the last scarf at the store and you had gotten such a good deal on it... I still have it.” Jake said smiling “After all these years? You found it?” You asked. “It’s in one of my draws. I told you, I remember all too well.” Jake finished. You could feel yourself starting to tear up, he really did mean it, that he loves you. “But you ran...” you said “Because I was scared... but i’m not scared anymore.” He said looking you in the eyes. “Um, not to be mean but, we are kind of in the middle of getting married, come on y/n.” your fiance said behind you. “Please.” Jake mouthed. “I....I... I can’t” You said walking down the steps and out the doors.

You were sitting in your bridal room, packing up your stuff. Your ex fiance had come down asking you to come back, there was no such luck for him, except he had gotten the ring that has been haunting you for months. Your bridal shower has come down to your room, they didn’t dare ask you to come back, instead they understood and said that they would go and pack their things. Your mom had come and asked if you were okay, you cried on her shoulder. “Honey, your father and I knew this was going to happen....” you looked at her. “That Jake would interject?” you asked sitting back. “No, that you two would be together. I know that you liked.... ryan.... jack.... whatever his name was, but there was always something between you and Jake. Don’t worry about the wedding, you are still young, there can always be another.” Your mom said patting you on the shoulder before leaving you all alone.

The was a light knock. “Come in.” you said not getting up from the bed, you have been sitting there since you talked to your mom. Jake walked in, not saying anything but just taking in your state of appearance. He didn’t say anything but just sat beside you. “Did you really mean all those things that you have said?” you asked not daring to look at him. “That I love you... yes. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I am so sorry I left you.” before you knew what you were doing you felt your lips on his. It was a quick peck, taking both of you by surprise. “Sorry...” You said. “Not as sorry as I am for this.” Jake said before crashing his lips on yours again, you could feel his hand cupping your cheek. You both pulled away but not before Jake grabbed your hands in his. Looking down he saw that there was no ring.

“He wanted me to come back and finish the ceremony.... I gave the ring back. Clearly he wasn’t the type of man I thought he was. He was rather rude to you.” You said. “Well I don’t think any guy would appreciate a random guy crashing his wedding and confessing his love to the person he was going to marry.” Jake said laughing. “I love you Jake, I never stopped.” You said trying to change the subject. “I know you do. And even though I might had dated those other actresses who were wonderful people. They could never compare to you.” Jake said.

“You know. My dad told me to go to you...” You said laughing “What?” He asked looking a little confused. “My dad, before I walked up the stairs he told me to go to you.” You said. “wow, you know your dad said the same thing when I walked into the church, he said go to her.” Jake said looking at you with a smile. Just then you heard another knock on the door. “Come on in.” you hollard. “Hey honey, your mother said that...” you dad stopped short looking at the situation in front of him. Jake sitting on your bed, you still in your wedding dress with the makeup smeared down your face. “Finally.” your dad said before walking back out of the room.

You and Jake both started laughing. “Alright.... But in all seriousness, Jake if this is going to work between us, you have to promise me something.” you said looking at him. “What’s that?” “No more running scared. If the going gets tough. you stay and we talk it through.” you said. “deal. But that goes for you too.” He said. “Deal.” You felt Jake place a kiss on your cheek before getting up. “Where are you going?” you asked. “I thought you might want to get changed, and I was hoping we could go and get some food.” Jake stated. “Oh Jake, how you win over my heart day after day.” you said laughing.”Haha funny, see you in... five?” He asked. “Of course.”

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*3 years later*

You woke up grabbing the robe and wrapping it around you and walking out onto the deck. You watched as the sun appeared above the mountains. “Sleep well?” A man asked. “Like a baby since I was sleeping next to you.” You said placing a kiss on the man’s head. you sat down next to him, looking over and smiling. “It looks good on you.” He said taking your hand, the both of you looked down at the two rings shining bright from the sun. “I could say the same thing about yours.” You said gesturing to his hand. “Do we really have to leave this beautiful place?” you asked changing the subject. “Not if you don’t want to, our honeymoon could last a lifetime.” Jake said looking at you. “as long as we are together.” you finished.

#jake gyllenhaal #jake gyllenhaal imagines #cute #thoughts?

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KH3 Re:Mind spoilers/Reactions

So Xemnas gave the order?? To find the box?? But why??

So did Xigbar actually lose the box? YOU HAD ONE JOB

Oh we’re starting HERE HUH

I forgot how pretty the graphics are

Why is Riku so pretty???

Nomura really went “this DLC is about SOKAI and I’m gonna make sure you KNOW IT.”

Nomura really cares about his ship and I appreciate it so much

LETS GO SAVE OUR GIRL!

Heck yeah REMIND TIME

I love the music in this game so much

YES WE GET MORE MOM

Why does MOM adopt smol children lol

It bothers me that MOM has no actual face behind the hood. It’s like Ansem’s original form

So Xehanort is where Xemnas’s confusion of the heart comes from lol

OH THIS IS PREMASTER XEHANORT

I’m sorry, Xehanort is more powerful than darkness?

I’m sorry MOM is too scared to take off the coat???

MOM is a psychology teacher who gets exasperated by his dumb students

OH THATS JUST RUDE NOMURA

LEMME KNOW HIS NAME

A lost..Master?

Well we know where Xehanort got the hands behind the back walk from

OOO A NEW THEME

OH I LOVE IT

I’m 100% sure that MOM told him his name was “Noneya,” and it took a few decades before he realized what he actually said

DID THEY TELEPORT TO LOOK COOL ON THE ROCKS

I’m sorry they have holograms??

Did they actually call him Riku Replica lol

Wait they were actually nobodies

XEMNAS AND XEHANORT WERE REPLICAS?

“Why we have assembled here,” because Xemnas and Sora destroyed your sick castle

Poor Terra got possessed TWICE?

Demyx! You get Demyx!

I’m sorry 20??

No. I

Oh so they don’t actually remember Xion

Does.. does Xigbar remember Xion?

Wow they got Vexen just to get his daughter in their gang. How rude

Xehanort fell asleep while they chatted I’m cackling

Crazy old man

Now when do I get to save Kairi? :3c

YAY ITS TIME

YAY ITS CHIRITHY TIME

ITS MY SMOL KITTY

“Back so soon?”=you died again?? You’re lame

Chirithy is a mood

Sora you watched your GF get shattered

Oh so that’s why Sora dies

IS SORA SAILOR PLUTO

Oh my god he’s Sailor Pluto

Lose powers? He’s done that so many times 😂

Getting banned from one world? He had a phone and friends with gummi ships lol

ARE WE GONNA SEE EVERONES HEART STATION??

NOOO VEN That still hurts to watch

AWW SORA TRIED TO CATCH HIM

Wow he’s a ghosty ghost

Oh I love Ven’s heart station so much

Wow Vanitas really said that Ven is Baby

YAS GIMME VANITAS

Also wow Vanitas is protecting Ven’s heart and I love that

OH NO NOT THIS GUY

I beat him by using Meow Wow. meow wow is best boy

Oh no oh no it’s this pet

Gotta love Big Bro Lea

I forgot they call him Axel

ITS THE HUG

It’s Donald’s Safrifice ;-;

Donald Really channeled his inner Molly Weasley and said “Not my son you WITCH.”

WASTED

Also aw Sora got to see what Donald did for the first time

AQUA’S STATION IS SO PRETTY

Poor Aqua ;-; this is the moment where everyone hates her for

Also aww she trusts Kairi to protect them

We love Big Sis Aqua

YES WE GET ANTI AQUA FIGHT AGAIN

NAMINEEEEE

I’m literally screaming and I scared my grandma

Oh my god She lost Kairi and she immediately went to Sora cause she knew she’d be safe there ;-;

Namine’s Really here bringing everyone together

Agsisgsjdg I forgot Terra can do the keyblade whip thing lol

AND the cannon

Wow they’re really fighting in the sky

Anyone else getting Star Wars vibes

AWW HE JUST WANTS TO PROTECT HIS FAMILY

I still hate Terra’s pants

Imagine your heart crushing your body. Like really

NO LINGERING WILL

HECK YEAH SORA YOU KICK THEIR BUTT

Wow Sora you’re so cocky

LINGERING WILL NO

OH MY GOD

I forgot that Marluxia is an Ouran Host Club character

Wait, that Mickey finisher was new, wasn’t it?

Okay but I still have no idea what Xemnas did to Luxord

Cards: *Appear*

Sora: PTSD from watching his friends get destroyed from the cards in the manga

Mickey: *is captured*

Sora: PTSD intensifies

I’m really happy that we get to replay all of the Organization battles, they’re so much fun!

I’m so soft for Replinami ;-;

He loves her so much, and all he wants is for her to be safe and happy ;-;

Ven: we aren’t the same. You’re Edgy. I’m Baby

Aqua when Sora appears: TWO Baby’s :0

“If I’m a traitor, then Kairi’s the trump card.” LEA DRINKS RESPECT KAIRI JUICE

Aww Kairi’s so confused. She doesn’t see how she could be a trump card ;-;

HE STRAIGHT UP FLEXED

AWW XION REMEMBERS

Ohhh Isa’s jealous.

YES THW CHAKRAMS

LETS GO

Jealousy mode has been activated in Isa

WHAT WAS THAT RUN

OH MY GOD THAT SCREAM

YES KAIRI GO

PROTEXT YOUR BRO

“Yup” Kairi really just wants this over with so she can go home 😂

The way Kairi’s face lights up at seeing Sora gives me life.

Wow Xemnas was really hurt by Axel’s betrayal. Frankly? I’m shocked.

XION’S HAND IS SMOKING

HER HAND IS BURNING BECAUSE SHES GRABBING THE BLADE

Xemnas does NOT drink Respect Xion juice

ROXAS KEPT XION’S MEMORIES SAFE INSIDE HIM

AND SHE HAS HER FACE BECAUSE HE GAVE THEM BACK TO HER

Lea cares about the small girls he adopted as his little sisters

AWW THE THREE OF THEIR HEARTS ARE CONNECTED

NO XION ISNT ON HIS HEART ANYMORE

YES KAIRI’S HERE TO KICK BUTT

Wow Nomura really got tired of people dissing Kairi so he amped her up with cool stuff

“Oh? Tired of Kairi not doing anything?” Heres her literally overpowering Xemnas and him having to restrain her with a stop spell and magic to stop her

KAIRI IS THE SCARLET WITCH AND XEMNAS IS THANOS

Oh and in case you think she’s weak? Here’s the same thing for Sora too.

God I love Nomura

Oh my god she’s in so much pain because of the darkness

OH MY GOD SHES IN SO MUCH PAIN BECAUSE OF THE DARKENSS

SORA LITERALLY FAINTED AFTER 2 SECONDS BUT KAIRI’S HOLDING ON OH MY GOD THE STRENGTH

OOOOOOOO ROXAS TIME

The MUSIC

THEIR ATTACK IS CALLED “THINKING OF YOU” BECAUSE THEY REMEMBERED XION I CANT

I can not believe i was forced to relive watching Kairi die

SHE WAS CRYSTALLIZED?? SHES NOT DEAD??

I love Donald and Goofy so much ;-;

They aren’t gonna leave their son alone

Also wow Xehanort was just staring there forever

I FORGOT WE GET TO EXPLORE SCALA :D

KAIRI?!?!

Getting KH1 vibes with this

“The heartless that is radiating light” how is that possible??

Okay but this is such a good parallel to the first game, with him saving Kairi ;-;

Except for the fact that HEARTLESS SORA DIDNT GET BEAT UP

Okay so her heart is a thassala shell. Will we have to collect the pieces to make her wayfinder?

Oh my god I see the thing at the top of the screen. We totally are making her wayfinder ;-;

THAT MEANS SHE LITERALLY GAVE HIM HER HEART SO HE COULS RETURN IT TO HER OH MY GOOOOD

Okay so I love the puzzles they have here

XEHANORT?!

I’m sorry you hid her heart? What are you, five?

What do you MEAN almost out of time?!

OH NO KINGDOM HEARTS

Oh no not these guys again

So many keyholes

IM SORRY IS THIS WIZARD OF OZ

Oh my god Lea is so overwhelmed lol

SGAKSSGE ROXAS CAUGHT XION

Okay so for the team ups, I love how all of them were mix and matched from the trio’s

I loved Terra and Riku, the Master and apprentice

I loved Ven, Roxas, and I can’t remember who else was in it. “Thanks Roxas.” “Youre welcome. You’re not too bad yourself.” THAT WAS ADORABLE

Xion, Aqua and Mickey being mages and protecting everyone

Aqua and Lea, him trying to talk and Aqua telling him to shut up and focus

MICKEY’S STRUGGLE TO SAVE HIS FRIENDS BROKE MY HEART

We now present: Kingdom Hearts 3: connect he dots

Connect. Connect the dots. Get it?

KAIRI’S HEART MADE A FLOWER

THE KH2 THING

“SORA :D”

THEIR HUG

HE JUST HOLDS HER CLOSE

TIME FOR PLAYABLE KAIRI BABBYYYYYYY

“I can do this.” YES YOU CAN

I’m sorry you think I want to play as Sora? After waiting my whole life to play Kairi? HA

KAIRI IS THE MOST POWERFUL

Seven wishes saved me in that fight

ONE HEART

THEY HAVE ANGEL WINGS

OKAY YALL HAD YOUR SORIKU ATTACK NOW WE GOT SOKAI :D

Now we just need Rikai and Sorikai and it’ll be complete ^^

AGSKSGSKDGSJS CHIRITHY

“I was trying to give you some privacy” awwww

CHIRITHY IS CRYING

THEYRE GOING ON DATES

Chirithy has my soul and I love it

Every scene with Chirithy adds 7 years to my life

Afsjsgsajg Sora DONT PUSH THE CAT

NAMINE

THEY WERE THERE TO FREE HER HEART

Aaand he’s gone and I’m crying again

LIMITCUT EPISODE TIME BABBYYYY

GAJSGSJDG RIKU AND TERRA ARE TOGETHER

Oh my god Riku and Terra being bro’s are my favorite thing

Wait what are they gonna do

ARE THEY SEALING THE WORLD

OH MY GOD THE ARMOR

HOW DARE THEY NOT SHOW US THE FRONT PARTS

OH they’re going to search for Sora!

IS RIKU IN CHARGE OF THE LAND OF DEPARTURE

ONE YEAR???

Agajsgsjdg MERLINS HOUSE

CLOUD

PRETTY BOY

YUFFFIIEEE

AERIITH

CID

OH MY GOD THE GANGS ALL TOGETHER

THEY WENT TO THE REALM OF DARKNESS WHAT

“The Twilight Town gang” ITS OFFICIAL

OH NO WHAT HAPPENED TO KAIRI

WHY DOES HE LOOK SAD

NO WHATS GOING ON WITH KAIRI

They’re searching her heart?

SHES BEEN ASLEEP FOR A YEAR?!

Riku’s been all ALONE

DATA SORA??

Battalion oh my god lol

I’m mad about Kairi being asleep for a year though

AGSJSGS WE GET TO EXPLORE

Wow. A video game inside of a video game

I spent the rest of the day failing the Data battles and making funny Data Greeting pictures. Hopefully I’ll be better st the battles tomorrow!

#KH3RemindSpoilers #kh3spoilers #KH Re:Mind #kh commentary

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the-nerdy-stjarna · 5 years ago

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AOS Rewatch: S1E15 “Yes Men”

Yay. Filler episode! /sarcasm

I apologize in advance. It’s just not one of my favorite episodes ‘cause a) filler, b) I just never cared much for Ward’s storyline.

“No. What did I say?” Simmons with her eagle eyes and ears.

“Everything was peculiar.” Poor Fitzy.

“How was Tahiti?” — “It sucked.”

I’ll give it to her: Lady Sif knows how to make an entrance.

“Men have an inherent weakness, we don’t share.” Muhahahaha.

“And who’s this ugly woman?”

“It’s an antiquated system we and other realms had ages ago.” Oh, Asgardians. So humble.

“Philip, Son of Coul” My Old Norse background self always gets excited by that.

The ICERs!!!!

“And you lost the ounce.” I’m sorry, but Ward is an ass.

“Very literal interpretation.” — It works though!

“That’s not a good enough reason!” I like it when Simmons speaks her mind.

May with the two-bladed sword.

“He might try to kill me but he won’t.” Melinda May knows how good she is.

Fitz fixed the Asgardian collar. “Because, yes, I am that good.”

Also, poor Fitzy couldn’t resist her either. Men and their inherent weakness.

Simmons trying to knock out Coulson because she thinks he’s under Lorelei’s spell. My brave queen.

“Ward! I think we have a big problem!!!!”

I’ll admit it, watching May and Sif sight Ward and Lorelei is rather satisfying.

Poor Fitz getting knocked out. Take 86472. “Poor thing. He’s always getting knocked out, isn’t he?” Yes, yes, he is.

“You were saying?”

“flying boat”

“I’m not saying you were weak. I’m saying all men are weak.”

“Sir. I understand why you had to punch me. And I forgive you.”

“We are alive.”

“This should faze you.” — “I’m an 0-8-4-. Who knows what the hell that means?” — I love that whole interaction.

“He knows. I repeat, Coulson knows.” — EEEEEEEEKKKKKK!

#aosrewatch #aosrewatchs1 #yes men #s1e15 #earth vs space #team space aos #aos #agents of shield #agents of s.h.i.e.l.d.

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a-black-pegasus · 6 years ago

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Written Love

Part 1

Because Tony Stark deserves love and here it is. Soulmate Au with Tony Stark and borrower Reader

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Tony wrote out an equation on his forearm. Only about two years ago did his "sign" come up, signaling that the freaking universe has suddenly decided he was allowed to have a soulmate.

Yay.

The thing with soulmates was not everyone had one. You never knew knew when, or if a sign would show up on you, or not. People said that if they did appear, that it meant you were destined for something special.

But lots of people who didn't have a sign accomplished amazing things all the time! And up until recently tony had thought he was one of those signless greats.

The pattern on his wrist seemed to scream the opposite. It was a vine, twisted around a needle layed on what could only be his arc reactor.

Whatever, a sign didn't make you anymore special than anyone else. Save for one small thing....

As he wrote out a formula for one of his smaller, more public projects on his arm, question marks began showing up. His soulmate, whoever they were, never had a single clue as to what his notes meant!

Stark loved it! He loved the idea that someone, somewhere was staring down at their arm completely baffled at the meaning of his notes.

He laughed out loud, and grinned. "Well, not everyone can be a genius." Tony shrugged.

The thing with soulmates was that once the sign showed up, whatever you drew on your skin showed up on the other person in the same location, and his soulmate was an artist! They had to be, judging by the things they drew. Flowers from odd perspectives, millions of dotted stars in a few inches of skin, smooth swirls that slowly transformed into cats or birds as he watched...he had to wonder if they were maybe a tattoo artist.

"Love you..." He murmered as he wrote it out on the back of his hand.

He waited a few minutes, and then words came up! Excitedly, he lifted his hand higher, and waited for the message to fully appear.

"...You think you do."

Tony frowned, and wrote back. 'Of course I do, I would even more so, if you told me where you were.' He scribbled out with a black marker.

'...I can't. I'm sorry.'

'Why do you always say that? Why not?' Tony wrote back, a weight growing in his chest.

It was several moments before more words came up, Tony almost thought he had annoyed them away— but then...

'Because it's for the best, and I don't want to talk about it'

Tony wrote back quickly, not wanting them to leave. 'Ok ok, we don't have to talk about it'

Sometimes if Tony pressed the issue to hard, it would be weeks before he heard from them again.

More words showed up. 'Thank you. I'll talk to you later, I have to go.'

He sighed, 'Alright.' and drew a messy wrench. Within seconds, a pine tree grew besides it. At least this means they weren't annoyed.

His father, his grandfather—hell, even his great grandfather, none of them had soulmates; but he did! It was incredible, and amazing! If only he could see, or talk to them face to face. He would just have to be patient.

One day he would find them.

***

You sighed as you read the writing, and finished up drawing your pine tree. Your soulmate was a human! It was almost unbelievable.

Within days of your mark showing up, enough words and equations to fill a book had spread over your body! It was ridiculous! Numbers wound around your arms, and comments spread down your legs, questions dotted around your torso— even a few doodles covered your face!

(You quickly, and rather irritatedly put a limit on where he could write after that)

What gave it away were the words he wrote. They were things only a human would ask.

'Whats your number? Did you go to college? Whats your favorite type of coffee? Do you like the beach? Did you see the new movie trailer for Jurassic world? Hey, wanna meet up and go biking?

His name was Tony. No last name, just Tony apparently. He seemed to be a math teacher, or some sort of engineer if the math jumbles scrawled out on your arms were anything to go by.

You almost wished you could meet up, just to see what he looked like, but the best you would have to settle for would be writing or drawing to him.

You had to admit you were getting good at it. You had never been a big talker, so you tried to put some effort into your scribbles. It was mostly just flowers, stars, or animals you escaped from on an almost weekly basis.

But putting that aside, It was time to borrow some much needed things; Having recently moved indoors due to the coming cold seasons, you needed to make stores of things like food, water, and bedding. Really anything you could get your hands on.

As you exited the hole, you looked around to check if the coast was clear. Hopefully this place would have fewer animals than outside.

Once you deemed the room clear, you ran out from the wall. The hard wood floor felt alien against your bare feet, and without the grass to offer cover you couldn't help but feel exposed, as if you were already seen.

Suddenly the very ground rumbled. Stumbling, you whipped your head around to look for the source. The ground never shook outside! Unless their was....

A human!

The smooth floor trembled more than any dirt ground! It was a struggle just to make it under the couch in time. Once there you let out a sigh of relief.

You were safe!

***

Tony's jaw dropped.

Had he really just seen....? No. He couldn't have! Could he? Clearing his throat Tony spoke.

"Um,... Friday. Am I drunk? Or did I really just see a tiny person running under the couch?" It was a bit early in the day, but hey! There were worst things he had done.

"Yes boss" Friday confirmed. "Do you want me to replay you the security footage on your tablet?"

"Huh, and they say seeing is believing." Stark waved his hand. "Ah no. No that's not necessary." He said, stepping over to the couch. Getting on his hands and knees with a sigh he looked underneath.

"Whoa..."

***

You shrieked, and reeled back. His face filled up the space in front of you. You drew your needle.

"Stay back!" You demanded shakily. "I'm warning you don't come any—Ah!"

His arm reached out, and grabbed you! You plunged the needle into his knuckle, but he didn't let go.

He gasped in slight pain, and winced. Standing to his feet he went over to a bar, and grabbed a cup. You could tell where this was going.

"N-no...No! Pl-please!" You cried.

"Calm down." He said putting you down. You scrambled to run away, and slammed into glass after only a few steps.

"Look," he grunted, pulling out the needle. "I'm gonna go make sure this doesn't get infected, and then uh... we'll talk. Name's Stark by the way. Tony Stark. Welcome to my house." He said sarcastically before putting a heavy ceramic bowl on top of the cup, and leaving you alone.

***

"No...no, no no no no!"

Tell leaked out of the corner of your eyes as you slumped against the glass. You curled your legs up tightly as you waited.

On your hand words formed.

'You'll never guess what happened. I just got stabbed with a needle!'

You could have laughed at the irony. Digging around in your bag, you took out a felt marker tip, and unwrapped it.

Rolling up your sleeve, you wrote. 'Wow, I literally just ran into Tony Stark' You waited for him to write back 'haha' or 'seriously?' To which you would have replied that you were just kidding, but that's not what happened.

Instead, Tony Stark came running back into the room, and slid to a stop in front of you. Wiping away your tears, you shoved your marker back into the bag.

"Show me your arm." He demanded.

You quickly rolled your sleeve back down rebelliously. "Why?"

Tony moved the bowl off the cup, and lifted the cup. You toppled back, but before you could even stand to your feet, Tony pushed you down flat against the counter with his fingers. Holding your arms out on each side as you struggled, he pushed your sleeves back.

"L-let me go!" You nearly screamed, trembling. What did he want? What was he doing?

Imediately his eyes widened as he read the tiny words on your arm, and saw the tree. Letting you go, he backed up, and ran his hands through his hair, mumbling under his breath.

You pushed yourself back till you bumped into the small counter rise. Frantically you looked for an escape as Stark rambled incoherently to himself.

After some moments he turned to look at you. "It's you..." Tony said loud enough for you to hear.

"M-me?" You stuttered.

Tony's hand darted out, and wrapped around you, bringing you closer to his face. You threw your hands up to protect your head only to feel something soft and somewhat prickly pressed against your side briefly.

Cracking your eyes open you saw his lips, and a peppered beard....did he kiss you?!

"I can't believe it! You're my soulmate.... you're... It's you!" He said absolutely ecstatic.

You flinched at his loud voice. "Wh-at? No. Not you! I..." Your voice trembled. This couldn't, not him! A million thoughts raced through your head of the things he could do to you for money, more fame, or I the name of science.

Tony couldn't keep the hurt from his eyes. "Not me?" He thought. Then he saw your face, you weren't just shocked or surprised, you were terrified.

Of him.

Gently, he set you back down, and let you step back. "I... I'm sorry, I just.. I just had to see if, and then you were— and I was so happy to finally meet you. Your Y/N right?"

You nodded. You had given your name on a whim way back, and now you wished you hadn't. "What now?" You questioned wrapping your arms around yourself protectively.

"What now? Er... Well." Tony scratched his beard. "Well now I, I can make you a place to stay if you want...where do you even live?"

Shuddering, you shook your head ignoring his question. You didn't want this. You didn't want to be some prisoner or pet.

"What? Well, well what do you want to do?" Stark asked.

"I..." You bit your lip. How were you going to escape? "I'm hungry." You lied. The last thing you wanted was food, you didn't even know if you could stomach it right now, but it was all you could come up with.

"Food?" Tony tilted his head. "...Yeah, yeah of course. I can do that. What do you want? Chinese, pizza, I can get you whatever you want. Anything at all."

"Do..." You had to think about it, a way to gethim to leave. "I saw someone making soup or something... It smelled good. C-can I have—"

"Yeah of course!" Stark cut off. "That was Happy's chili. But I warn you." He said with a slight chuckle. "It has some kick. You sure you want some?" Tony saw your quick nod. "Right. I'll be right back."

As soon as he left the room you took out your hook, and began climbing down. He was still gone when your feet hit the floor, and as you ran back to the hole.

Free! You were free! And you were never going to see Tony again if you had anything to say about it!

***

When tony came back with a small bowl of steaming chili, you were gone. Completely disaperared!

A stone settled in his chest. They left him.

Wiping his eyes he took a breath. He had only himself to blame after everything he did. Of course they would want to run.

Guilt and fear racked him. Did the universe make a mistake? Was he not compatible with them? No. He had seen the mark on their wrist, and the words on their arms. It was the same as his.

He could find them, He would just have to be patient for a little longer.

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#g/t writing #g/t #giant tiny #tiny #marvel writing #marvel #soulmate au #soulmate #(y/n)

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