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The Last I Heard
i may have a seperate part 2 of this on the way, the idea is so cute.
Pairing: Peter Parker (mcu) x Reader
Warnings: peter do be flirting
Genre: Fluffy/slight angst/ pining
Word Count: 15K
Summary: Peter overhears you saying you like him but you're too scared to tell him, he makes you want to tell him.
Peter knows it is absolutely wrong to use his powers for his own advantage.
He also knows that the majority of common folk would disagree and use it to their own advantage if situations were reversed, and that’s fair to Peter. Everyone at one point has sworn that if they had super powers they would listen in to every conversation, or they would read everyone’s mind.
And Peter did do that at first, until he realized that eavesdropping was a terrible idea. Because you start to feel kind of itchy and icky about yourself, you realize that these are conversations that were meant to be personal. Ned was the one that usually begged, he would point out random people and persuade Peter into listening in and giving him dirt.
It was never anything too interesting, just personal.
At lunch Ned would ask, “Yellow jacket is up in hat’s face, what’s going on?”
And Peter would listen in.
“You weren’t there! You have no idea what went down, like, at all!”
Hat defends her stance, “Oh come off it! You’re supposed to be MY best friend, you were mine. And I lost you to him.”
Yellow jacket is upset at her dismissal, “ You decided that, not me. You think this is dumb of us? That we’re selfish? That this was one big ploy to fuck up your life?”
Hat is taken aback, then stands her ground. Solidly, “You fucked my brother, Jessica. You both decided to run around and date behind my back, and if you did it openly it would’ve gone over better. But you conniving with him hurts, I just lost my best friend and I have to watch her walk around my house cuddling up to my brother!”
Peter stops listening, he feels like he should’ve never heard that.
But he still tells Ned.
Once at the mall Ned pointed to a group of girls, “What are they talking about?”
Peter hones in, then repeats. “Redhead is looking for a tampon, Jeans is helping Redhead search for a tampon. Ponytail is talking about wanting to hook up with Jayson but she’s dating Erik, Bangs is telling Ponytail to do it anyways and Glasses thinks you’re cute.”
Ned grins, “Should I go ask for her number?”
Peter frowns, “No.”
He doesn’t like playing this game so much anymore, he’s started to feel like a constant invasion of privacy. He doesn’t do it for Ned much anymore, only sometimes.
“It’s an emergency, Peter! Like a real emergency! You have to tell me what they’re saying!”
Ned shakes Peter's shoulders for emphasis, Peter bobbles his head back and forth then stops to wave and smile like a normal human when you walk by doing it first.
He lets out a sigh, “Who?”
Ned points to Betty Brant and Flash Thompson.
Peter understands why he wants to listen in so bad, he gives in. By the way Betty looked it wasn’t going to be anything juicy.
“Flash is telling her about how his mom is gonna buy him a new car, Betty is saying her mom’s making her favorite dinner.”
Ned pouts, “Nothing about me?”
Peter shakes his head slowly, “Sorry man.”
Ned stays quiet for a few seconds then pushes his head towards them again, “How about now?”
Peter sighs, “No, Ned.”
—------------
MJ wrapped her hand around your neck after you passed by Peter.
“Waving to your future man?”
You turned your head back, panicked he had heard her. Instead you just saw Ned and Peter looking at Betty and Flash.
“He’s so fucking cute, right? Did you see his hair? His curls are like, fucking perfect today.”
Peter Parker made your heart race.
He was a goddamn saint, the nicest person you’ve ever met. He was a genius, the smartest person you’ve ever met. He was funny, the best quick wit you’ve ever heard. His laugh was the best you’ve ever heard. His smile made you feel like putty, his voice woke you up in the morning but melted you down if you’d been extra stressed that day, and his clothes looked down right adorable on him.
Everything about Peter Parker was your favorite thing about him.
“Careful, Y/N. I may think you have a crush on the kid.”
You pushed MJ in her ribs, “Has he ever kissed anyone before?”
“Why, looking to be the first to settle the land, Christopher?”
You gasp, “Did you just call me a colonizer?”
MJ ignored you, “You know, you could just ask him.”
You laugh, “That’s cute.”
It was. You and Peter were casual friends, you’ve hung out in only groups and only had one on one conversations a few times. You did like him, and you did flirt when you were around him but it was so subtle you don’t blame him for not picking up on it.
“I mean, I think you guys would actually work out. Like hardcore, he’s just a little dumb. You’ve gotta be the one to bring it up.”
Here we go again, the same tired piece said over and over. MJ, Betty, even Flash has gotten in on it, they all claim Peter would be down in an instant but would it be because it’s you, or because someone likes him?
“Does he even like me? Or think of me like that?”
MJ grimaces, “Peter’s hard. He doesn’t really talk about girls, you know? I mean, he’ll say when a girl is pretty or whatever but he’s never been one to be like, ‘she’s so hot, i wanna french her by noon,’ so, maybe?”
You tap her arm around your neck, “So insightful, I’m so glad I have a friend on the inside.”
MJ squeezes the sarcasm out of you.
—-----------
Peter’s gotten better at not eavesdropping.
It’s been weeks of fighting off Ned’s request to listen in on an unsuspecting victim.
Until recently.
He kept hearing his name, but couldn’t clock it. He had his head swiveled around the entire lunchroom with no luck. It wasn’t a constant calling, just casual. Peter this, Peter that, Peter, Peter, Peter.
He swears he’s going insane, he can’t jus-
Peter jumps, he’s trying to dial his focus on his name when you slam your hand down on his lunch table.
“Oh.” When he realizes it’s just you.
“Hi, Y/N.” You grin when he does, it’s infectious. You almost forgot why you approached, MJ said Peter would admit when a girl was pretty.
“Hi, Peter.”
Peter looks to the side of him and pushes his backpack away, “Wanna sit here?”
Your heart lurches with the question, he was asking if you wanted to sit next to him.
You shake your head, “I just have a question.”
A grin, “Shoot.”
You gulp, why did you do this again? Oh. To prove you had a chance.
“In a strictly non friendly way,”
“Uh oh.” He voices.
You smile, “Do you think I’m pretty?”
Peter freezes, “Oh! Uh, I mean, me?”
“You what?”
“Me! You’re asking me? Of course I think you’re pretty!”
You smile, “Thanks, Peter. But, am I pretty in a non friendly way?”
He looks confused, “What would be a non friendly pretty?”
You roll your eyes, “Like, pretty enough to date.”
His eyes go wide, pink coats his cheeks.
“Oh, oh!” He nods enthusiastically, “Yeah! You’re dating pretty, don’t worry about it.”
You thank him and walk away with your head a little higher. Your group quiets when you approach, MJ greets you with raised eyebrows. She has to pretend the whole group wasn’t just talking about you and Peter.
“What was that about?”
You sit your stuff down and take a seat, you shrug and look at her.
“He said I was pretty.”
Flash commends the size of your balls.
You thank him.
—--------------
“Y/N asked if she was dating pretty today, what does that mean?”
Ned shrugs, “Google it.”
Peter gives him a ferocious look, “And what would Google say?”
Ned sighs as he looks over Betty, “Are you sure she’s not talking about me?”
Peter looks towards the back of the class, you and Betty sat next to each other giggling. Peter tells himself not to, but he does.
He hones in, he doesn’t get much. He’s learned to listen in enough to get the details, but protect the person at stake.
Peter’s eyebrows furrow, he wants to listen to more.
“Uh, they’re talking about a double date.”
Ned throws up his hands, his jaw is dropped and he’s looking between Peter, you and Betty.
“Well?”
Peter looks around, “Well what?”
Ned tugs at Peter’s arm, “With who?”
Peter’s eyes widened, “Oh!”
“I’m sure Peter would be down, Y/N.” Betty shoulder checked you and winked, you groaned and looked up at Peter, he was looking at you. Even though he was across the room you felt paranoid he could hear you.
You smiled at Peter and turned to your friend, “Sure, you ask Ned first.”
Betty drops her jaw and looks at Ned, she starts to sputter.
“No! That is not the plan, at all!”
You huff at her, “The plan was to use Peter against me? You’re sick for that.”
Peter knows he should stop listening, he’s caught on, the double date was with him and Ned, but he also wants to keep listening.
“No! I never said that!”
You narrow your eyes, “Look, it would make sense for you to ask Ned on a date.”
Betty turns her nose up, “Well, the same could be said for you and Peter.”
Peter Parker can’t help but feel a bit giddy, you asking him on a date? He would never shut up about it again.
Ned is pawing at Peter’s shoulder begging for an update, he shrugs him off and keeps listening.
“What? No, it literally could not. You and Ned flirt all the time, everyone knows it’s gonna happen, it just when.”
Betty is slightly confused, she's wondering if you two are fighting. Just slightly.
“Do you think you’re not flirting with Peter?”
You blink and Peter watches your mouth open, you’re about to reply when Ned shakes him hard.
“Well?”
Peter turns back around and scoots his chair closer to the desk.
“It’s us.”
“What is?”
Peter clears his throat, “The double date, it’s us.”
Ned’s eyes light up, the thing he’s been searching for in conversation is coming to fruition, then dials it back some.
“Betty wants me, right?”
Peter nods.
“And Y/N wants you?”
Peter shrugs.
“I mean, it makes sense. She’s always trying to hook up with you.”
Peter’s head spins, “What?”
Ned pulls his head back, “Well, yeah. I just thought you weren’t interested. She’s always trying to make a move when we hang out.”
Peter is in disbelief, “She is?”
“Bro, she literally only hugs you when we all hang out. When she gets there and when she leaves, she wants you all over her. Like, now.”
Peter is nibbling his lip, he never thought he had a chance. He just thought you were extra friendly towards him, maybe you thought he needed a friend. He didn’t know you wanted him like that though.
He decides to listen in, one last time. Then he swears he was done, forever.
Betty huffs, she’s lovely but absolutely stubborn.
“Then fine, I’m not asking Ned until you ask Peter first.”
“That’s fine, Ms. Brant. But I’m never gonna ask him.”
Betty huffs again then looks to the boys and sees Peter looking at you, she gets a wicked grin across her face.
“Then I’ll make him ask you.”
You turn your head to see her looking at Peter, you start to backtrack immediately.
“No! No, no, no. You won’t. You promise me you won’t get Peter involved.”
Betty pretends she didn’t hear you.
“Betty, I’m serious. Promise me right now you won’t involve Peter.”
She starts to hum, this is a game to her. You know what she wants and you’re about to give in.
“Betty please, don’t involve him. I’ll ask anyone else, if you’re that dead set on a double date I’ll ask literally anyone else.”
She pretends to think about it, then calls out across the room.
“Hey, Peter?”
You whip your head to his, he’s looking at Betty confused. You start to melt and panic.
“You won’t.” You mutter the words.
“Come here?”
Peter looks at Ned and shrugs, he goes to stand.
Your heartbeat is hammering your chest, you grip Betty’s elbow tightly.
“Stop it, Betty. It’s not funny anymore.”
Peter’s walking over, you feel your hands shake. You curl them into fists.
“Betty!” You look over your shoulder, he’s about to be here.
“I’ll ask him! I’ll ask him!”
Betty smiles, it’s like she's asking you if it was that hard.
You can’t help the smile that crosses your face when Peter not only approached your side of the desk, but also smiled at you first and made sure you saw him before looking at Betty.
“You called?”
Betty grins, it makes you feel sick.
“I was thinking of asking Ned on a date, what’s his favorite food?”
Peter thinks of his next words carefully, he makes sure to look at you when he speaks.
“We’re both pizza kinda guys.”
You shudder. it was never about asking Peter for you, it was about forcing you to say yes.
“What’s his favorite? He strikes me as a hawaiian type of guy.”
He grins, “You guessed right.”
You speak up, “You strike me as a cheese or pepperoni type.”
Peter tilts his head, “Do I?”
You shake your head, “Actually, I think you’re a ‘any type of pizza will do, as long as I can pile as much parmesan cheese as humanly possible on it.’ kind of guy.”
He hums, “Are you a crushed red pepper kind of gal?”
You shrug and feel your cheeks get warm, “Maybe.”
“That’s good then, none of the packets get wasted. Look at us, the zero waste couple.”
“Couple of besties?” You give a nervous grin.
Peter nods, “Sure.”
You swallow hard, you were never prepared for Peter to say something flirty to you, he was supposed to be the nervous quiet one, but you have a feeling he can be extremely charming when he wants to be.
Betty eyes you then looks at Peter, you notice they share a look but you can’t place what it is.
“Pizza then?”
“Trust me Bets, Ned is gonna scream when you ask him out. He’s been dying to do it but it’s always nice to know when a girl is into you.”
He let that last line slip, he’s trying to hint to ask him without laying it out. Or let you know he was listening in.
“Does he really? I swear he doesn’t make it known.”
You look over at Ned, you have no clue how she thinks he doesn’t make it known. He followed her around like a puppy and was at her beck and call. Not to mention he’s watching the entire encounter rocking in his seat biting his nails.
And you were scared you looked nervous.
You point at Peter’s best friend, “Really, Bets? He doesn’t make it known?”
Peter pats your head, “What she said.”
You bite your bottom lip hard to stop the whimper from escaping, Peter shares a glance with you, you’re pretty sure he heard you.
“So it’s an easy yes?”
Peter nods, “The easiest.”
Betty nods at Peter then looks towards you, “Y/N? Anything you need to ask Peter?”
Your cheeks feel hot, you give a death stare to Betty.
“Uh, nope. Can’t think of anything.”
Betty pushes, “You sure?”
“Positive.” You push the word through clenched teeth.
Betty waits with pursed lips and when you offer no more she nods slightly, she can play this game too.
“Thanks for the advice, Peter. But I don’t think I’m going to ask yet.”
You want to disappear, and you are extra aware of Peter’s body next to yours. If you leaned against him you would rest into his waist, you wanted to make him proud again, so he could give you another celebratory pat.
“He’s there when you’re ready, Betty. Stays between us, promise.” Then he looks at you before he departs, “Hey, you going to Flash’s party tonight?”
You don’t trust your voice and nod, Peter watches where you chew on your lip.
“Good, I’ll see you there.” He taps your shoulder with a punch and walks back towards his best friend.
Ned looks at him with wide eyes, his fingernails are nubs.
“Well?”
Peter sighs dreamily, “I’m gonna make her ask me out.”
—---------
“Peter!”
“Y/N!”
You both point at each other then meet in the middle for a hug, Peter sways you slightly and pulls away.
“Long time no see!” He jokes, you giggle along. He’s just so funny.
“No kidding, you know time stops when you’re not around.” You wink to play off the joke.
Peter scrunches his nose like a bunny, “I love when you flirt with me. Want a drink?”
You feel frozen for a moment, he’s not supposed to catch on. He was supposed to play dumb until you all grow up and get married and have kids and one night over lunch when you catch up after years you let it slip that you had a giant crush and always waited for him to notice. He wasn’t supposed to notice now.
“What are you drinking?” You clock his red cup, he’s not a drinker but it’s not a water bottle this time.
He holds it out, “Try?”
You take it and raise it to your lips, it’s nearly empty. You can’t help but think about this being the first time you’ve shared a drink with Peter, you’re putting your lips where his were. The only thing more intimate than this is sharing a bite of food. If you pretend hard enough you can say that you’ve technically kissed him.
It’s sweet and you can’t detect alcohol. You pull back and eye him, he’s waiting for your reaction. He hopes you like it. You pull a face then try it again, you’re trying to place it.
“Like it?”
“It’s like a cherry sprite, but like, better?”
“It is! I can make you one?”
Peter pushed you towards the kitchen with a hand to your back, you felt his palm through the material of your shirt and realized how cold the rest of you felt. Small conversation carried you through the wait, he made each of you a cup and handed it over.
You both took a sip at the same time, you pulled back with a slight frown then took another sip. Peter watched you furrow your brows before you reached out for his own and took a sip. You make a confused sound.
“Hm?”
You shrug, “Your’s tastes better.”
Peter thinks it's adorable, he can only hope that if this goes the way he’s thinking that you would carry this over. He always wants his to taste better, just because it’s his.
“I’d offer to swap but then I’d think that one would taste better.”
You nod, “I think you’re right.” Then hold your own out, “Cheers!” Peter obliges then holds his back when you try to tap it, “What are we cheering for?” You pucker, “Do we need a reason?”
Peter pouts, “No, I guess not. Feels better to have one though.”
You think for a reason then exclaim, “Here’s one,” You raise your cup again, “Here’s to new friends!”
“And couples!” Peter taps his cup on yours.
“What?” You eye him down, did he just say what you thought?”
He nods his head towards Ned and Betty, totally wrapped up in each other.
“Right! To new friends and couples.”
Peter was about to speak again when Flash’s voice rang out on the DJ speaker.
“Friends to the inner ring, losers stay away.”
MJ immediately leaves from the inner circle to the kitchen, “MJ! You’re a friend!”
She calls behind her, “I know you consider me one!” She stops when she sees you and Peter chatting closely.
She nods her head in recognition, “Nice.”
“What are you doing?” You watch her open cabinets moving around the kitchen.
“Making toast. Take my place for me.”
You made a pit stop to the bathroom and came back to the living room, the whole group sat across the couches and criss-crossed on the floor, there was not one space open. Peter took the last spot, you were about to sit in the kitchen with MJ when Peter waved you over and tapped his lap. You felt warm just thinking of sitting on his lap, it was closer than you’ve ever been before. You would literally be on top of him, and if you were to move just right perhaps you’d get even closer.
You held your breath as you lightly rested on his lap, most of your weight rested on your feet you kept planted on the ground. Peter wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you against him, your feet dangled between his knees and his chest was against your back. He delicately wrapped his other arm around your waist, he was hugging you to him.
“Good?” He tried to look around at your face, instead you gave in and rested your head against his shoulder and rested a hand over his on your waist. You nodded against his neck, he grinned softly, “Good.”
The rest of the party went by quickly, it was just a few rounds of some games but nothing too crazy. Some truth or dare, some never have I ever, some beer pong but nothing that led to anything more between you and Peter. He did however stick to your side the whole night.
Betty and MJ had to nearly pull you from his side to leave, you wish they would’ve left you so that Peter would walk you home and you could maybe score a midnight smooch but they didn’t let you get the chance.
“Say bye to Peter, Y/N.”
You pout at Peter, you’re wishing he says he’ll take you home instead. He thinks that’s what you want too, but he has patrol after this, he even has the suit on.
“Bye Peter. I’ll see you on Monday.” You reach in for a hug, he squeezes you and talks in your ear.
“Bye Y/N. Let me know when you’re home, okay?” You grin into his shirt, he’s never said that before. You pull away and he looks over your face and hesitates before leaning in and pressing a kiss to your cheek, “See you Monday.”
The only thing you can do is nod, you smile softly then step back into MJ and Betty who are ‘oohing’ softly at Peter’s move. You can’t even form words, your knees feel shaky and all your pacing thoughts are screaming his name over and over. Peter grins at your reaction before turning and going back to Ned who is now ready to leave since Betty is no longer there to entertain, Peter feels the same way.
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Okay, Peter swears this is the final time.
He’s never going to listen in on you ever again, he just needs to know what you’re feeling right now. He’s just making sure you’re okay, you didn’t talk over the weekend beyond the ‘home safe’ text and his ‘good, i had fun tonight! thanks for hanging with me!’ text. After he finds out what you’re thinking he’ll trust the process, he just needs to be sure you know he’s interested.
You were distraught, did you go up to Peter? You got closer than ever at Flash’s party, but he didn’t text you all weekend, but you didn’t either. You wanted to pull at your hair, you had a feeling Peter was the ‘what you give is what you receive’ kind of guy. You swallow the lump in your throat and walk towards him.
“Hi.”
Peter opens his arms, “Hi.”
Your face lights up, he’s never initiated a hug before. You step into his hold and melt into him this time, no more pretending you didn’t absolutely love this.
“Good Morning.” He mumbles the words in your ear, you mumble them back into his chest.
“I don’t want to go to math, go for me.”
Peter rests his chin on your head and pulls you in tighter, “Wanna swap? I have advanced trigonometry.”
You pull away and squint at him, “Ew.”
“I know right?”
“It’s cause you’re such a smartie. I bet I could quiz you on anything and you would know it.”
Peter grins, “Wanna come over and test that theory?”
Your eyes widen, “Just you and me?”
Peter laughs, “Unless you want to make it a decathlon.”
A joke.
He’s joking.
“Bet, I’ll start working on the flash cards. Irrelevant question, what is your toughest subject?”
He blows air through his lips and shrugs, he lets out the word with an honest chuckle.
“Girls.”
You swallow, “Noted.”
—------------------
He was losing his window of opportunity.
Good thing, you and Betty sat with him and Ned at lunch. (MJ and Flash followed.) Bad thing, he couldn’t listen to you talk about him. Peter will admit that it feels good to openly like someone and not be scared because he knows the other likes him too, it gives him confidence like he’s never had before.
You sat next to him too, it went: him, you, Betty, Ned, Flash then two seats away from him, one from Peter was MJ. The table was loud, everyone having mixed conversations, once it quieted down some MJ was reminded of something.
“Hey, Peter. Are we still doing the thing tonight?”
What thing? You weren’t told of a thing, was it a Peter and MJ thing? I mean, MJ doesn’t like Peter and you’re almost sure Peter likes you but what is that thing tonight?
“Yeah! I think Ned is gonna invite Betty too if that’s cool?”
MJ nods, “Betty’s cool.”
Peter then nudged his nose against the side of your face, you turn and he’s right there. You notice him glance at your lips for a quick second then asks, “Busy tonight?”
You hum and think, “I don’t think so.”
Peter grins, “Wanna come over? It’s game night.”
“What kind of games?”
“Mostly video games, MJ and Ned have a switch so we all take turns. But I have some two player board games if you want to play me.”
You give him puppy dog eyes, “That is so cute.”
“Is it?” Peter didn’t know it was that easy, he just wanted you to feel included if you didn’t want to watch him or your friends play games.
You bite your lip and nod, without thinking he places his thumb on your chin and pulls down releasing it. You stare at him and he watches your pupils go wide, he was about to apologize but he won’t now. He’ll let you believe he did that on purpose.
“Do you have Guess Who?” You clear your throat and try to level your breathing after his stunt.
“Think so, I have a couple of good ones. I’ll show you when you come over.”
You look him up and down, “Can I wear my PJ’s?”
Peter holds a hand to his chest, “I’d be insulted if you didn’t.”
You hold out your hand to shake his like a business agreement, “Deal.”
He tells you he’ll text you the details and you lean into him as you laugh at something Ned said in retort to something Flash said. Your head was against his arm, he carefully watched as you made eye contact with Betty, she raised her eyebrows slightly and you carefully nodded your head.
He wrapped his hand around your neck and pulled you into him.
Peter knows he has you now.
—--------------
“Okay, what’s up with you and Y/N?” MJ wasn’t one to care, she promises. But you did consider her a friend on the inside and Peter was acting extremely touchy feely with you and he’s never done that before. Not to mention he kissed your cheek the other night.
You couldn’t shut up about it on the way home, and of course the group text with you and Betty had been blowing up like crazy. You were constantly analyzing Peter’s every move and Betty was doing the same with Ned. If MJ was honest, and she would never admit it, Flash was her favorite right now.
“Uh, nothing?”
MJ nodded, “Nice to know we’re lying.”
“I don’t know. I know she’s into me and Betty wants to ask Ned out but she won’t do it until Y/N asks me first, but she doesn’t think I’m into her so I’m trying to show her that I am so she’ll ask me.”
“How the hell do you know about this?”
Peter shrugs sheepishly, “I listened.”
MJ groans, “You said you were gonna stop!”
“I know! Ned was begging me and I accidentally heard it, and now I know she’s into me. I just want to make sure this actually happens.”
Ned walked in the front door and shook his shoulders, “It’s freezing tonight.”
Peter glanced at his phone to see if you texted him again, he told you to let him know when you were on your way up, he wanted to catch you in the hallway. Alone.
“Y/N and Betty are on their way, by the way.”
“Betty’s bringing her switch so we can all game.” Ned shot finger guns at MJ, she blocked the imaginary hits.
“Sweet. I’m gonna kick double ass in Mario Kart.”
Ned looks at Peter, “What are you doing?”
“I think we’re gonna play some games in my room.”
MJ waggles her eyebrows, “Alone?”
“Yeah?”
Ned whistles, “On your bed?”
“Probably.” Peter doesn’t see what’s wrong.
“She’s gonna think you’re making a move, you know that right?” MJ clicks her teeth at him.
“Like what?”
MJ chewed on her lip, “She asked me if you’ve ever kissed someone.”
Ned whoops, “Get it, dude!”
Peter isn’t that surprised, he wants to kiss you too after all. And maybe that was slightly his plan already, he was trying to separate the both of you from the pack. He just wanted to talk with you more and he couldn't spit game as confidently when his friends were watching and listening. Peter also can’t think of a downside of kissing you either, it just seems really lovely.
“It’s almost like I planned it.” He winks at his friends as they realize he did in fact plan it to be this way.
His phone buzzes, “Hold on.”
He opens the door to see you and Betty’s smiling faces, “Hello.” He reaches in for a hug, you first then Betty. “If you wanna head in you can,” He smiles at Betty and watches her step through the threshold, you go to follow and he steps in front of you. He softly closes the door behind her, you watch expectantly.
“Hi.” He smiles.
“Hi.” You mimic.
He almost kisses you now, he opts for pulling you in for a second hug. You’re surprised but latch on tightly, he pulls away and places a delicate kiss on your cheek. It’s softer than the one at the party, it’s intimate, it was a private kiss.
“Thank you for coming.” He whispers against your skin.
Your cheeks flush, you’ve never felt this seen before. Peter notices everything about you, and you wonder why it took him this long. You can’t help but get lost in daydreams where he was truly yours and his kisses never stopped, even as they trailed down your body.
“Thank you for inviting me.”
He didn’t even look at what you were wearing, he tilted your head up with his hand on your jaw.
“You look pretty.”
You blinked slowly, you kept looking between his eyes and his mouth. He said his worst subject was girls, you think he’s a liar, he’s too smooth and quick.
“You’re better at this than me.”
Peter just grins smugly. He’s better at the flirting game and he knows it. Spider-Man has some quick wit and it’s helped Peter out tremendously.
As soon as you both stepped through the door MJ berated you, “What were you two doing out there?” You wince and suck a breath through your teeth, “Making out. Hard core face sucking, had a full round of tonsil hockey.”
MJ narrowed her eyes, “Oh? Peter finally kissed you?”
This is what Peter means when he says his friends ruin his game.
You nod, “Oh yeah. Had me pressed against the wall and everything. I’m still seeing stars.”
It’s funny, nothing actually happened but what did felt more personal than actually telling your friends about a hook up session.
“Really?” Betty gasped, fully amazed that you had actually done it.
You frowned slightly, she seemed so excited for you. You had to let her know you were kidding.
“Yup. He even asked for my hand in marriage, right Peter?”
He nods, “We haven’t set a date yet.”
Betty boos with Ned, “No fair, we actually believed you.”
MJ shook her head, “No way. Peter’s not the make out in the hallway type.”
Peter makes kissy faces at MJ, “Wanna find out?”
MJ gags.
Ned huffs, “Betty and I are setting up Mario Kart.”
“I’m making popcorn.” MJ backs up into the kitchen.
Peter tugs you into him, “Wanna check out my games?”
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You may or may not be trying a little extra hard to make your butt look good as you bend down looking at the games, Peter’s standing behind you and you just hope he’s taking a little look. Your PJ’s did hug you just right.
“You know I’ve never played chess?” You move the box to the right and find Connect Four, you pass him the box and he gasps. “Never?”
“Nope.” You wish you could play Clue, it was a favorite. You’re gonna team up with Betty to get the boys to play with you, MJ was an easy add if everyone else played.
“Never learned?”
You shake your head, “Never did. I dated one guy in middle school who did it competitively, and seeing as he was my boyfriend and a master in the game, or at least I thought he was at the time, I asked if he would teach me and he laughed at me and said it was “too advanced for a brain like mine.” So I vowed to never play it.”
You stood and handed him two more games, Guess Who and Battleship.
Peter frowned, “Sounds like a dolt. If you want, I would love to teach you. The hardest part is learning what the pieces do, after that it’s all strategy.”
You smile, “Don’t make fun of me but that would be a cute date.”
He laughs, “Teaching you chess?”
“Yes! You would be like this does that, and this does that, and you would let me practice on you, but you wouldn’t let me win cause then you can tell me why I failed so I actually get better.”
Peter doesn’t know why he thought girls were so hard to please, he thinks that's just what he’s been told. But so far all you really want to do is hang out with him.
“We can do it later this week if you’re up for it.”
You grin and nod, “Yes! You’re awesome, thank you so much!”
You also are extremely excited to see Peter concentrated and calculated with his moves.
Peter tells you it’s no biggie, then asks if you want to play in his room. You breathe in and nod, you were nervous to be in Peter’s room for the first time ever, and alone with him. It was slightly calmer if you think about how this is the first of many times you’ll see this room. You’re hoping you’ll be looking at the ceiling a lot more, though.
He points to his bed when you enter, “I’m leaning towards Guess Who first.”
You kick your shoes off and sit on his bed, “Comfy.”
“Just big enough for two.”
The way he speaks so casually makes you sweat. He’s a natural when it comes to flirting with you, you feel kiddish thinking about your lame attempts you call flirting. No wonder it went over his head for so long.
“Red or blue?” He holds up the plastic, “Red.” He nods in approval, “Nice choice.”
You hum, “Spider-Man wears red, I like red. I’m easy.”
He looks at you, “You like Spider-Man?”
You draw your head back, “You don’t?”
“I do! I didn’t know you were a fan, that’s all.”
“I’ve never seen him in person though, MJ has and I ask her about it all the time but she’s just super generic. Have you seen him?”
Peter clears his throat, “A few times.”
You drop your jaw, “No way! Tell me!”
“Nothing special, just the usual walking down the street and seeing him swinging.”
“That’s so cool though, have you seen him just fucking people up? Like when he does that web thing when he picks them up and slams them down? It’s so sick. Or when he wraps them up and like, flies towards them and double kicks their chest?”
Peter pretends to think about it, “I think I’ve seen some videos. He’s pretty cool, he’s got a few sick moves.”
“He’s my Harry Styles, if I saw him I’d melt down and cry and ask him to gently hold me. Like, it sounds crazy but I just know he’s cool. I don’t even like him like that, I just want to be his best friend.”
Peter wants to ask how you’d feel knowing you were about to make out with him.
“Total fangirl moment?”
“Pictures and all. I’d ask him to sign my tits, no joke.”
Peter throws his head back in a laugh, you smile at how he lights up. You love making him so happy.
“Okay!” You clap your hands.
“Is your person wearing a hat?”
“Nope.”
“Is your person wearing glasses?”
“No.”
“Fuck.”
“Does your person have a beard?”
“Fuck off, Peter. I’m moving in.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Is your person old?”
“Ancient.”
“Is your person Sam?”
You narrow your eyes at Peter, “Is this how it’s going to be between us? You always winning?”
“I ask good questions, stick around me long enough and you’ll get better at dodging me.”
“I could eat you up in scrabble.” You mutter.
“Yes you could, I’m ass at scrabble.”
Somewhere after the hour mark you’ve made your way to Battleship, it’s been a close game both of you have one more hit on the other person. You’re starting to feel the pressure, you try and calculate where he is, if you guess wrong he’s going to win. You know it.
You hold your breath, “C-4.” Peter looks at you and builds the suspense, then frowns. “Miss.” You groan, “Ugh, go ahead and sink me.” He smiles softly, “D-11.” You grunt at your board, “I’m swimming in the ocean with hope and a lifejacket.”
“Don’t worry, my one boat will come to save you.”
You snort, “Don’t worry babe, I blew your engines. You’re sinking next.”
“Are we gonna Jack and Rose it?”
You nod stiffly, “I’d let you die for me, yes.”
The room gets quiet, it makes you want to puke but you think the time is right. You told Betty you’d do it tonight, and Peter isn’t so scary, you just hate the feeling of rejection.
“Remember when Betty called you over about Ned?”
Peter has to pretend to think about it, he hums as he’s setting up his ships again.
“Well, she was trying to set up like this double date thing cause she’s too scared to go out with him alone for the first time. I mean nervous, not scared. Ned’s not scary.”
He hums again, he’s placing the third ship. He’s nearly holding his breath in excitement.
“And she wanted me to, like she asked if I would, I uh, nevermind.”
You lost the steam, you weren’t even sure how to word it without making it seem like a favor.
“I’m listening, she asked if you would what?”
“It doesn’t matter, it’s stupid. Are you almost done?” You almost looked over to see if he was done placing his ships but stopped before you would ruin the game.
He looked up at you, “Tell me about Betty, come on.”
You shook your head and bit your lip, he took his chance and leaned forward to untuck it like he did earlier. Peter watched your pupils blow like before, he looked between your eyes and mouth before moving in. You felt his hand move to cup at your jaw, his thumb brushing your cheek softly before hooking his hand around your face.
You felt like you couldn’t breathe, you knew what he was doing. He watched your reaction as he pulled you near him, he leaned in closer. He was taking his time, you were nearly shaking waiting for him to just kiss you, he was slowly building the tension. He wanted you to know he wanted this just as much as you did.
He smiled as he leaned in, just inches away. He brushed his lips against yours, the feather like promise of more. You melted into his touch and closed your eyes, he took that as a sign. His lips pressed against yours and your spine jolted, electricity felt like it ran through you, it didn’t hurt but it woke you up. You gripped at the back of his neck and held him tighter to you, you had dreamed of this for months, you weren’t letting go easily.
Peter moved against you slowly, he felt as you opened your mouth slightly and he took that as an invitation, he smoothed his tongue over yours and you moaned into his mouth. You’ve never felt this way before in a make out session, and this was just starting. He went until he felt choked for air, he pulled away slightly. You made a wet smacking sound when you separated. You raced for breath and kept your eyes closed, still panting you needed more. You opened your eyes to blink then pulled him back in, you were only able to last a minute before you searched for more air.
You couldn’t help yourself, he tasted so sweet it felt impossible to pull away. Now that you know what you were missing you never wanted to go back. You told yourself one more, you tried to pull him in but he pulled your hands from behind his neck, “Breathe. I’m not going anywhere. Can’t make out if you're unconscious.” You nodded and made a show of you breathing, then you leaned in for one more, he bowed his head and laughed. “That good?” You drank him in with greedy eyes, you ached for him. “Please,” You whimpered the words, it sent chills down his spine, he loved the way that sounded.
He nudged his nose against yours, “Please ask me, I’ll say yes.” He whispered his request.
He wasn’t talking about kissing, you knew that. He was asking about you asking him out, you know he was. He tied two and two together, you breathed in deeply.
“Do you want to go on a date with me?”
He nodded and placed his mouth on yours once more, you gripped at his shirt before shoving the plastic boxes to the side so you could get closer. You slowly shuffled toward him until you pulled away to straddle his waist, meeting his lips quickly before he could tell you to slow down. You’ve dreamed of this forever, you were in awe of what was happening, Peter Parker was making out with you, and it was really, really good.
Betty tried to walk in to ask what time you were leaving, it was a school night after all. But she decided to back out and give you space when she saw you busy at work on top of Peter. She came from the room glowing, she couldn’t believe you had actually done it.
“What’s going on in there?”
Betty smiled at MJ, “They’re making out.”
“Good for them!” Ned cheered out, he passed the finish line before MJ, “Last lap, loser.”
“That reminds me!” Ned looked over at Betty, “What?”
“Wanna go on a date with me?”
Ned dropped the remote, his character fell off a cliff.
“Yes. God yes!”
MJ is sure Flash is her favorite now.
#peter parker x reader#peter parker blurb#peter parker angst#peter parker smut#peter parker fanfiction#peter parker fluff#peter parker fic#mcu peter parker#mcu angst#peter parker#my writing
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I was wondering how accurate this was so I did some fun googling and yall.
So starting with the fact that police in the USA were formed when Dems had Congress and Senate and the same was true when the first organized police department was founded (in Boston, btw)....
1963. Dems had Senate and Congress.
While this allowed for huge strides in civil rights police brutality still continued to be largely unaddressed.
1966. Dems had Senate and Congress.
To point out further racial oppression James Meredith starts a 270 mile walk from Memphis, TN to Jackson, MI. He's shot by a sniper the second day which causes an influx in support from allies & prominent civil rights members (such as MLK) who fly out and walk in his stead.
Governor Johnson (d) of Mississippi, who ran on a segregationist platform but changed platforms when he saw that Black people were gaining more supporters, promises to protect marchers as they pass through his state. Police then tear gas them as they were setting up tents for the night in Canton, MI (pictured). 15k show up to Jackson. It's the biggest march in MI history and more successful than Meredith had planned.
No bills were introduced that year.
1956-1979 Dems had senate & Congress.
In 1961-69 they even had a governmental trifecta with Congress, Senate, and the presidency and again in 1977-79. The director of the FBI at the time was Republican J. Edgar Hoover. Head of Intelligence was Democrat William Sullivan. Attorney General & democrat Robert F. Kennedy authorized several programs for them such as wire-tapping MLK.
1968. Dems had Senate, Congress, and presidency.
President Lyndon Johnson (Democrat president while Dems had Congress & Senate) signs the Omnibus Crime Control and Safe Streets Act of 1968, birthing the Law Enforcement Assistance Administration & granting federal funds to local governments in order to obtain military resources to quell potential riots. A direct response to the protests and riots throughout the 50's & 60's. Protecting police from protesters.
Democrats do this instead of protecting the public from police and their prejudice.
1992. Dems have both Senate and Congress.
After the verdict of the 4 police who beat Rodney King on camera is announced & they are Not indicted the public starts rioting. The national guard, fire department, and several police departments are called in by then democratic mayor Tom Brady. After the riots a separate federal trial is held and finds 2 of the 4 officers guilty. All were fired from LAPD.
The Police Brutality Accountability Act of 1991 is introduced. Only introduced.
1994. House & Senate under dem control.
They pass the Violent Crime Control and Law Enforcement Act instead. It's drafted by democrat Joe Biden and sponsored by Texas Rep Brooks (D). It's an infamously harmful bill that results in the prejudiced mass incarceration of minorities, especially Black people. This bill funded police departments instead of holding them accountable aiding their further militarization as well.
2020. Dems have both Congress & Senate.
Which brings us to recent times. Where Democrats have again pretended to support and listen to the public demands to decrease/eliminate police brutality only to turn around and insist protests are the reason they keep funding the police instead of giving us rights.
"See? You're too dangerous to Not have a militarized police force."
As if we aren't protesting because the police are already too dangerous. Like that's not what started all this.
At this point a pattern like this can only be seen as intentional. A planned out excuse for funding police again and again and again instead of Stopping police brutality. Instead of enforcing or creating ACTUAL effective reform or regulations. They just keep throwing money at police departments and saying "hey here are billions of dollars that we want you to use to be less violent racists. It's also to help you be more safe when facing the people who are protesting your racist violence. Also we aren't gonna make sure you actually become less violent or less racist but we definitely hope you don't use this all this money to get worse."
Which has backfired across decades at this point. They keep doing investigations and making committees and for what?
We've done that. We know police are racist. We know they're violent. We know they're only spending enough to say they provide 6 months (if that) of sensitivity training and spending the bulk of that money on militarization gear. So what. We know that.
Now what.
What, after 100+ years could their excuse possibly be for STILL doing the same thing. For STILL not addressing it. For STILL not passing reform despite the MANY opportunities they've had? What could police departments Possibly be doing for them?? What excuse could be good enough?
I'm glad you asked.
There isn't one. There are answers of course. Greed, power, privilege, etc. The list goes on.
But are they good enough for you? They're not for me.
I have to beg on Tumblr just for my rent to get paid or for my kid to have dinner sometimes. The success of Democrats or my "country" doesn't mean shit to me, it does nothing for me. It only does things to me. Success enables police, it increases funding, it makes them More afraid of having their ideas of success taken from them, makes them more protective of their status quo. Their success hurts me. Fuck their success.
What matters is that time and time again Democrats have insisted they'd be there for minorities and then empowered the people oppressing, killing, and suppressing us and our rights.
What matters is that time and time again they've said they're powerless and their supporters insist they just don't have a majority to do anything with or that republicans keep blocking them or-
But passing bills to harm us? That's easy. And they don't Have to keep doing that. They just keep saying they do... To protect police. And they only keep "needing" more protection for police because they refuse to give us any. We continue to express our right to protest and they continue to try intimidating us out of it.
All the rights we have? They didn't give to us. Look at those posts. We fought for them while Democrats were in charge. They didn't give us those, they didn't stand with us. They still don't. They stand with the police as they always have.
August 2022.
For hundreds of years we've dealt with this. How much longer is it gonna be. How many more generations are going to have to put up with this government trying to insist that mediocrity is the best they can do indefinitely?
And if you still refuse to hold Democrats responsible, if you still find yourself compulsively trying to point out all the ways that Republicans are worse please know this: I know.
I know you're going to say "well Democrats are our best shot"
And to that I say if this is our best fucking shot....and they're *gestures vaguely at the post* like that.... Can we agree that it points to a much wider issue. If Democrats are our best shot and they're Only this effective and they're only making the most Minimal effort possible year after year. If we Know that their hands are tied by Republicans at best and at worst theyre fascists benefitting from the exploitation of BIPOC and other marginalized communities....
Can we admit that our systems are broken. That it goes further than Republicans or Democrats being bad. That it's Everything? That even if Democrats were actually perfect that everything would still be wrong and fucked up because the system itself holds them from making any effectual change?
That the checks and balances that the founding fathers put in place to make sure that our politicians are fair and just and give a shit about the people they serve aren't working.
Because if they were why would it take HUNDREDS of years for a community to get one thing. Just stop police brutality. That's all we asked. That's it. Stop hurting everyone who isn't a white cis man. Stop killing us in broad daylight for demanding you give us rights and respect the ones we Already have.
So why are we still starting 2023 with brutality making headlines?
If a government is effective and cares and listens and it's representives Truly represent it's constituents and fight for them and it's not just about profit or greed or winning elections or keeping minorities in line then why are we still here?
Why are we still asking for the same rights as our great-great-great-great grandparents?
If that progress? Is that success?
What the fuck are we doing. Like actually. How do we throw a wrench in this system. What will it take for Democrats and liberals and You to realize that all we are doing is driving the future into the hands of fascism.
What do we do? When do we finally do something?
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#idk what i thought i was gonna find but it wasn't a pattern of behavior stretching all the way back to the founding of police in the USA#democrats#liberals#progressives#protests#human rights#yeah this is about police brutality but also ableism and classism and poverty and everything else
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Haechan Fic Recs Part 2
A/N: Most of these recommendations contain mature/explicit content, so please be sure to read the warnings beforehand!
PART 1 | PART 3
Sleepless in Seoul (6k)
“What time did you go to bed?” Hendery asked as he took a sip of his own warm beverage — if you knew him well enough, it was a hot chocolate.
“Like, about 5AM,” you grimaced. “It would have been sooner, but one of my neighbours knocked on my door, keeping me up for another half hour.”
“What? Which neighbour?” he asked, curious as to who would be up so late.
“It was Lee Haechan—”
Home is a Feeling (8k)
The stark white of the living room no longer feels cold and barren, instead it reflects the warmth of Donghyuck’s laughter–the warmth of your mingling happiness as you dance around the living room with abandon. Basking in the sheer freedom of the moment. Nothing to worry about, no one to worry for. Just existing, there and then–set to a soundtrack of Holiday hits.
Ice Ice Baby (10k)
Number 66′s Guide 2 Love (15k)
You get a few smiles and waves in return and before they start the actual practice, the team, except notably Donghyuck, introduces themselves to you. He only nods towards you with a lazy smirk and barely raised hand, breezing past you on the ice, assuming that you definitely already know his name- which you hate that you do.
you have the answer to your question now. why do you like lee donghyuck? because he’s an absolute dork who carries around emergency star wars themed band aids in his bag, who will take care of your simple paper cut, who reminds you of your weekly coffee schedule and how the canteen is giving out free cookies, who looks at you as if you’ve hung every star and planet–who looks at you as if you were everything in his solar system in his sky as you tell him about your week. you have a big fat crush on lee donghyuck because he cares about you.
Kiss Her You Fool (15k)
soon, the whole team is glancing outside, gaping at all the people rooting for them, but donghyuck can only focus on you, your smile when someone points out your small decorations, the decorations itself, especially, the bright red ‘66’ painted in your right cheek. there it is again. the urge to kiss you. he wants to drop all his shit, skate up to you even only half geared up, and kiss you senseless. maybe be witty and use the ‘warming up, it’s cold’ excuse.
Lee Haechan and the SLYTHERIN ROYALS (16k)
haechan knew that na jaemin had a younger sister, but he never put the pieces together that it was you. he’s seen you around hogwarts before and has thought about the things he would do to you. yet, he’s never gotten a chance to play out his fantasies with the younger hufflepuff as he knows you decline every other wizard that has tried.
My Words Your Thoughts (36k)
This time, you really are choking.
“Okay, so what’s happening to us?” Donghyuck questions, after you manage to shed a tear or two during your attempt in relieving your throat. “Why have I been hearing your thoughts? I don’t even know you.”
“Same here.” You’re still going through a hard time keeping eye contact with him, but with more seconds passing by—and him pronouncing every bit of your thoughts out in the open—the knots inside your chest begin to loosen. “Ever since I turned twenty, I’ve been hearing these songs playing in my head that I’d never even heard of.”
FIC RECS BLOG
#haechan#nct#nct dream#nct 127#nct smut#nct fluff#nct imagines#nct scenarios#nct x reader#haechan smut#haechan fluff#lee donghyuck#nct fanfic#nct haechan#nct drabbles#haechan scenarios#haechan imagines#nct fic#haechan x reader
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mistake or fate [teaser]
after going through a (less than mutual) breakup, you're pretty broken. hoping to keep you optimistic, your best friend, cindy moon, sets you up on a date with her friend & GED classmate, peter parker. as sweet as he seems, you're not sure if you're ready to move on from your ex, but you're both incredibly single and ready to find someone or even reconnect with old flames. you two start a not-so-real relationship, and it comes with its trials and tribulations like any real one. it's just harder to figure out if it's truly a mistake or plain fate.
PAIRING : college!peter parker (spider-man) & college!fem!reader
GENRE : fake dating!!!, angst, mutual pining, found family
WARNINGS/MENTIONS : non-nwh! so, peter didn't make ppl forget him, drinking, lots of text messages between reader & peter, corny banter and jokes, bestfriend!cindy (no silk), cindy & peter's kpop love, coder!cindy, y/n failed attempts of revenge / reader being a bit unlikeable in beginning oops, peter perfecting his sarcasm
WORD COUNT : 1.4k [full wc: 15k+]
EXPECTED POST DATE : [updated!] mid to late dec ):
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Breaking up with your boyfriend, Shaun, was the best decision you thought you made. Only two weeks passed before you caved into your doubts and thought your choice was clearly a mistake.
No one warned you about the random waves of loneliness, lots of broken crying and copious amounts of free time you received after a breakup. You’d thought your single life would be better since you were the one who ended things, finally feeling like you were standing up for yourself after months of being silent and poker faced.
Although your relationship was almost three years long, it felt like you two were just together to be together. Yes, you did what any couples do– go to movies, go to dinners, make friends with other couples and occasionally go to their cheesy holiday date-parties, but that’s all the relationship was. At some point, you became two people with a label yet nothing sparked you to try different things outside the repetitive routine.
The more the breakup went on, the more you felt your heart being smashed and stepped on deep in your chest. It’s like everyday was pulling another tooth. First, you had to pack your things and move out. Second, you had to move into your best-friend’s apartment while you try to find another place. Third, you needed to quit your job since the commute took longer from your new location. The list could go on, but to summarize: you’re left single, jobless and feeling utterly hopeless.
Nothing else could make it worse.
“There’s something blocking the tracks. We’ll be delayed thirty to forty minutes.” The muffled, monotone voice spoke through the speakers of the subway.
Everyone groaned and sighed in frustration before they took any empty seat or sat on the dirty floors. On the up-side, you were sat on an end seat next to a businessman who barely made eye contact and across from you was an old woman reading a novel, but you expected the small amount of luck wouldn’t last once the humidity slowly travels through the cracks of the doors and make the entire cart a sauna.
You pouted before your phone vibrated on your lap, surprised you had a signal. Well, one bar, but it was enough.
You plugged your headphones, placing one ear bud in before answering your best-friend’s call.
“Hey Cindy.” You grinned, “What’s going on?”
She huffed, “Subways are backed up and I wanted to go to the new bookstore in Brooklyn.”
“Yeah, I’m on the one to get home and we’re delayed. They said thirty minutes, but you know it’s gonna be at least an hour.” You rolled your eyes.
“The job interview went good at least, right?” She asked in a hopeful tone, walking out from the subway entrance and heading back to the apartment.
You twisted your lips, “I don’t think I’m getting a call back, but it wasn’t for me anyways. A bunch of filing papers and getting coffee.”
“But having an income would help you get out of your slump I bet.” Cindy joked.
“True, I guess I just imagined something different and a little less pathetic.” You huffed, starting to feel the heat seep through the cracks of the full train.
Cindy smiled, “Well, I called to see if you were busy this weekend and since you obviously are, I have a little, nice offer.” She cocked her eyebrow, turning the corner and carefully walked past the crowd.
“Yes, yes, I am. Why?”
“You know my friend, Peter, right?” She hummed.
“The busboy at your uncle’s restaurant? You’ve mentioned him.”
“Well.” She paused, “I know you’ve been down about ‘he who shall not be named’ so… I figured that you’d meet someone new.”
You humored her at first with an awkward giggle, but once she didn’t add to her suggestion, your eyes widened a bit.
“Oh, I’m flattered, but I don’t think I should.” You gulped, scratching your nail against the polyester of your pants.
She pushed her bottom lip out, pouting as you made up your mind.
“But, he really is sweet. Even if you just meet him and talk?” Cindy asked, trying not to sound pushy.
Although you weren’t necessary elastic, Cindy was just trying to be your best-friend which means she’s also your wingwoman. The more you thought about it, the grueling hours that passed thinking about your ex were put to no good use other than eating you from the inside out and you couldn’t take another bite of it.
You took a deep breath, “Um, yeah. Sure, I’ll meet him. You’re right, he does seem nice.”
Your palms were already sweating so much at the thought of making a good yet flirty romantic impression, annoyed at your heart was thumping against your chest (so hard, it felt like it was a good excuse to get out of this subway cart).
She stopped walking, “Really? Eek! That’s so great, I’m gonna text him. When are you free?”
It took you no time to think about it since your schedule was completely free these days. After sighing and pretending as if you had anything else to do, you told her tomorrow night was good yet it felt so pathetic and sad to say. You missed having planned date nights, but they consisted of bickering about the small things and not thinking twice about how stupid they were. It was awful and bitter– you still missed it. Just routine.
The train suddenly budged and a collective sigh of relief blew from the mouths of every passenger. Just as you were back on track to your day, Peter was headed downstairs to the dumpster on the side of his apartment building. Although the two trash bags were filled, he had no problem carrying both down the stairs, even surprising one of his neighbors, Mrs. Calidini, he passed on the stairs. Her brunette hair, white hairs already appearing, were pulled into a top knot as her long and flowy, floral sundress swayed when she turned on the stairs.
“Need some help, Peter?” She caringly asked.
He smiled, “I’m okay. But, I do believe you could easily lift me with them if you had to.” Peter jeered, stopping on the bottom stair as she was going back up.
She chuckled, “That’s right, sweetheart.” replying with her deep, Bronx accent.
After tossing the garbage bags into the dumpster, his phone’s ringtone muffled deep in his pocket. His eyebrows furrowed, wondering who it could, but lifted when he saw Cindy’s contact picture, the one of her sleeping in class, wide on the screen.
“Hey, what’s up?” He asked, wiping his hands on the back pockets of his jeans.
“I have some good news.” She sang, settling into the comfy chair on the balcony of your apartment.
Peter nodded, “You didn’t sign me up for zumba again, I hope.”
“No, better! You know my friend, Y/N? My roommate you’ve met a few times.” She wrapped her short, black lock around her finger waiting for his response.
“Hmm, I remember her singing Whitney Houston at your last birthday.” He smiled at the memory.
“See? She’s already made an impression on you.” Cindy scrunched her nose, curling up in her hair more to look out at the sunset behind the Brooklyn Bridge, “I think you should give it a try… I know your whole thing with Liz and M-“
Peter cut her off.
“Cindy, I appreciate the… offer, I do, but I can get dates on my own.” He sighed, deflecting from having to go down the rabbit hole of failed relationships he’s had. “I mean, what if it’s awkward and we don’t get along. Where does that leave us being friends?”
“Peter, no matter what happens, we’ll always be friends. Y/N isn’t like that either, I promise. But, trying doesn’t hurt…”
She felt pushy, but Cindy had good intentions behind this coupling. After four, going on five years of watching her friend stumble into these head over heels relationships with girls he meets, it’s hard to watch his heart break in slow-motion. He won’t admit how he feels until the straw that breaks the camel’s back. Could be a bad coffee, could be a pencil breaking, she just never knew sometimes which worried her.
Blowing out another sigh, he shrugged, “Yeah, sure. You can give her my number and we’ll… see.”
“There you go. I’m so proud of you.” She mocked, giggling to herself and Peter chuckled intertwined.
“I’m glad my love life is amusing to you.”
#peter parker#peter parker imagine#peter parker x y/n#peter parker x reader#peter parker x fem!reader#peter parker angst#peter parker fluff
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Devlog #3: I DID WHAT NOW?
I posted an update on everything I've been working on a week ago and I feel like it's been eight-four years because I've done so much work since then. So, let's get right to it!!
Game Development Update
The first-draft manual is at 15k words - yay! Here's what has happened in the past week
There are five character classes, and maybe there will be more in the future. (For some reason, I have Tarot cards on the mind)
Spells, prayers, and other character-specific moves have been created.
Mini short stories, meant to add atmosphere, have been added to the draft (I had a lot of fun with those)
I have already recruited some pals to playtest the draft when I reach that stage.
Again, there is no set date for release, other than that maybe it'll be next year. I'm considering starting a Patreon or a ko-fi when we gear up for release. But I want to make sure everything is good before we make it even better!
Creating Spells and Prayers is Hard
I thought I would write more about the lore of the game/create more of the background and atmosphere, but instead I found myself creating moves for two specific classes. This is after consulting with my TTRPG-loving friends for advice. So, I've come up with a draft and specific uses for each one. If there is one thing I've realized is that if I am to craft a support/healer class, I don't just want them to be a healer. DPS cleric-type anyone?
Changes and Additions - this website
I posted this yesterday, but from here on out, this site will be devoted solely to updates about Abandon Hope. General updates, including reposts of TTRPG and other games that are of interest to me will be posted on the official Mushroom Witch Games website.
You can visit and follow at http://mushroomwitchgames.blog.
How I'm Feeling About the Process
I appreciate all the help I'm getting from my friends and interested parties. But I'm beginning to realize that it's really easy to get overwhelmed with tons are people are going to well at the same time. So, I've made it a point to accept the things I like and gently pass on the things I don't. I get it - everybody borrows from everything when it comes to TTRPGs. But I realize I have to be very careful and clear with myself if I am going to create a game I like, a game that I am proud of.
That’s all from the desk of the Mushroom Witch. See you all again soon with another update!!
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Fandom Creator's Self-Rec Game!
Choose five favourites from your own creations (and tell me why, if you like!), then pass on to at least five other people. I'd love to hear what you're proudest of.
Tagged by the wonderful @zaharya (whose post I have now bookmarked for later reading!)
Five of my own favourites, hmmmm. All right. Four of these are super long (all 200k+) , but the first one is relatively short for me, at somewhere around 15,000 words, for people looking for lighter reads! 😁 All are complete except Hiraeth.
Deliquesce (Merlin - Merthur - 15k)
The creatures stepped forward, long, narrow muzzles agape. The sun did not deter them, merely setting their subtle scales agleam. Thick saliva dripped from their jaws, smattering on the ground, yet they did not lunge forward to strike. Instead, they waited, their gaze unblinking as they stared.
At first, Arthur thought they watched the knights, but when he shifted his stance, their eyes did not follow him, Instead, it was someone behind him who held them captivated.
Merlin.
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A chance encounter with a monster in the woods makes Arthur realise just how powerful Merlin's magic is, and the lengths he would go to in order to keep him safe.
This was meant to be a ficlet and got away from me. I particularly loved the ideas in this one, also BAMF Merlin ftw every single time! Written from Arthur's POV with some Merthury goodness towards the end.
Sorcerer's Bane (Merlin - Merthur - 264k)
Arthur gave Merlin his cloak thinking only of the warmth it would offer in a snowstorm. He never thought his manservant may be mistaken for him and snatched by bandits. Nor did he expect his dashing rescue of Merlin to turn his world so utterly on his head.
Because the bandits hadn't kidnapped a prince. They'd snatched a sorcerer, and now captivity is the least of anyone's problems.
A golden age awaits, but can they claim it together, or are they doomed to fail?
My first big Merthur fic, and the one where I healed from all the psychic damage done by the finale. This was my plotty, happily ever after fic, and I love it with all my heart!
Hiraeth (Merlin - Merthur - Work In Progress - 214k so far)
A hand grasped his arm, sending a brief thrill down Merlin's nerves as he was forced around to face the person behind him. Armour gleamed in the firelight: supple chainmail glinted, and the solid iron of a pauldron curved lovingly over one broad shoulder.
The length of a sword blade separated them. The point hovered, steady and sure, over Merlin's heart, braced to run him through, but he did not care about any of that. He was too busy drinking in the sight of the man before him.
He could never forget him, no matter how many centuries had passed.
'Arthur?'
When Merlin ultimately fails in his destiny, the fading remnants of magic that linger in the modern world fling him not just back in time, but sideways as well. He ends up in a Camelot where all his friends are alive, well and aware of his magic.
He ends up in a Camelot where his alternate self died almost a year ago.
Can he, Arthur and their friends still forge the golden age he was once promised, or will grief and suspicion tear them apart?
Couldn't not mention my angsty, plotty wip. This fic is five billions miles outside my comfort zone. I'm currently in the "I have bitten off more than I can chew freak-out" stage of writing it and I'm still having so much fun. This fic owns my soul. Maybe one day it will release me, but I doubt it.
The Gilded Cage (Sherlock - Johnlock - 326K )
In a world where Omegas are the property of the elite Alphas, locked away and treasured by those wealthy enough to buy them, John never questioned his flatmate's secondary gender. Sherlock Holmes was an Alpha through-and through.
Wasn't he?
A chance discovery turns the world on its head, and John is left grappling to come to terms with Sherlock's past as events conspire to threaten their future.
The Johnlock omegaverse that nearly killed me, and the longest thing I have written (so far). I had such fun exploring potential gender dynamics and imagining how this world could be, while doing my best to keep the characters strong and true to themselves. An oldie, but according to most readers, a goody. Mixed POV
Riven Crown (The Hobbit - Bagginshield - 254k )
‘We may have won the battle, but I fear the war with winter is just beginning.’
The aftermath of war is no laughing matter. Those who died must be honoured, those who are wounded must be healed, and those who remain need food and clothing, peace and sanctuary. With Thorin's life hanging in the balance, it is up to Bilbo and the rest of the Company to rule the rag-tag remnants of Erebor in his place.
Then there is the matter of the gold...
Can Bilbo save both king and kingdom, or is Erebor destined to fall deeper into ruin?
My battle of the Five Armies fix it, political intrigue, everybody lives/nobody dies effort to make the the Peter Jackson movies hurt less. I think I succeeded. A much loved favourite, because my style feels like it's particularly suited to fantasy 😁
Tagging (with no pressure and apologies if any of you are not writers!) @the-reading-lemon @writingfanficsfan @cbk1000 @ajpendragon and @mojoflower (as well as anyone else who sees this and fancies it!
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Saw that post about Rayla with over 15k notes (for some reason I can't reblog It) and holy moly haven't you said It was about her I wouldn't have known! I'm glad she got support but worried at the same time since this seems to be a very common issue in fandoms.
I saw a similar thing happening in a fandom I was in‚ the female character was judged for literally everything even stuff she did to help loved ones (mostly boyfriend) and it got way worse when they became canon. Her journey was similar to Rayla's since she went from more serious to more softie and ofc people didn't like that.. It got so bad to the point people wanted her to die while pregnant. And while that was happening they would thirst over male characters who commited genocide. Kinda like bashing Rayla but being ok with Aaravos because he gets the hot guy pass.
Also you mentioned something about reddit hating her? What? I don't get fandoms at all.. Sending you this because you are one of the few mentioning this topic and it drives me crazy. I need to vent
The OP of that post deactivated their blog, but you can find them now at @ripple-rapple! But yeah, I’ve seen it in quite a few of my fandoms myself, and it’s honestly pretty disturbing.
I don’t really follow Marvel anymore (aside from Spider-Man), but I still have a soft spot for Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I remember the fandom absolutely tearing her apart for snapping at Tony (i.e. making a single sarcastic remark) when his suit attacked her in her own bed. How dare she be mean to him when she nearly died? She’s a horrible girlfriend! And wow they were mad when the two reconciled, got married, and had a child—after all, she’s toxic and he could do way better than her. Never mind the fact she was more responsible than anyone else for changing him from a pretty horrible person to a true hero. And the best part? Shipping him instead with people whom he has far more antagonistic relationships with. You don’t have to put down a canon love interest who’s almost always a woman to enjoy a non-canon pairing.
Anyway, tangent over. That’s really disgusting… I hope everything worked out okay in the end for your girl and her child!
But yeah, I don’t go on the TDP subreddit much, because every time I do it’s a cesspool of negativity. I have a hard time believing anyone on there even likes the show. If you hate it that much just… don’t watch it? It’s also kind of the headquarters for dark magic apologists (at least it used to be), which is hilariously ironic. I can excuse a practice that corrupts your very soul, but I draw the line at a traumatized teenaged girl making a questionable decision to protect the boy she loves.
#thanks for the ask!#I’m down to rant on behald of my girls#rayla#tdp fandom#pepperony#mcu#answered asks#tategaminu
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ❤
I started working on this days ago, but my tumblr is fucky and wouldn't show me the post in my drafts. So sorry this is so late! I had to recreate it using the second ask that I'd gotten, haha.
Seeing both of these show up in my inbox made me smile so much! Always here for the chance to share my faves. Especially since I feel like they change depending on my mood, haha.
the devil on my shoulder - The Babysitter (2017) [2,740 words]
Summary:
My take on how things could have gone if the cult had needed to manipulate Cole into helping/joining the ritual rather than needing to use his blood.
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Or maybe it's not the scrapes that hurt. Maybe it's the fact that it feels like no matter what he does, he is always going to end up back here. On the ground, bruised and scraped and laughed at by people he's never done anything to.
This one is very much a just-for-me kind of fic (though it was written for a request, so I guess it's for me and that one person who gave me the jumping off point). The fandom had, I think, around 20 or less fics back when I posted it? omg I checked and there were less than 10 fics back then holy crap. And I know very few people who have actually seen either of the movies. But I fell in love with them both and am still so grateful that someone replied to my request for ideas way back when and gave me a reason to write this. It's written in a strange style that I've never replicated, but it's one of the few fics of my own that I go back to reread with semi-regularity.
anything (anything) for you - Stranger Things [5,373 words]
Summary:
Desperate not to lose Nancy, Steve proposes she date him and Jonathan at the same time. He didn't mean for the three of them to date each other. But if that's what it will take for Nancy to be willing to stay with him, he'll figure out how to be okay with it.
This fic was written for @urisarang as part of a fic exchange. Maybe the second AO3 fic exchange I ever did? I remember being so relieved to have been assigned to Uri because they would be perfectly happy for whatever angsty idea I might come up with. And wouldn't be upset if I came up with something of my own rather than working strictly from their prompts at the time. I got the idea for this while writing MY OWN prompts for whoever was assigned to me and realizing,actually, I needed to write it myself as well. Since this one there's only been one other fic that I've ever seen with a similar premise (shout out to @stevethehousewife's amazing fic Do I Mean Anything?), but I remember it being fairly popular in other fandoms and oh man. It's just. One of my favorite flavors of angst. idk, I love this fic and someday I will finish the sequel that's over 15k words long already and nowhere near done
Sleeves - Free Guy [1,684 words]
Summary:
Antwan helps roll up the sleeves of the new shirt he bought for Keys, and convinces him to let something go in the process.
Another fic that's mostly "for me", though written knowing that Uri would probably enjoy it as well. It's so wild, but like. I had only written 2 Free Guy fics at the time and was sure that was all I had in me. I would never write another one again. Then while getting ready to go to a memorial service, I was rolling up my sleeves and was hit with the image of Antwan rolling up Keys' sleeves for him and yeah. Turns out wrists are just as sexy to write about as necks are and I remember having a really good time writing this one. And man, it's hard to have fun while writing and also enjoy the end product, but this is another fic that I go back to reread sometimes.
the missing piece of me (is you) - Stranger Things [23,000 words]
Summary:
Steve has been in a relationship with Jonathan and Nancy since the week before graduation (though he's not quite sure relationship is the right word; they're something and that's already more than he ever hoped for). With them, his summer was going better than he expected when his dad first cut him off. Then Dustin came back from camp with his secret Russian code. Between the ensuing drugs and interrogation, Steve's missing pieces of his summer—he doesn't remember that he's in a relationship at all.
After Star Court, Nancy and Jonathan notice the distance Steve is putting between them and worry he's realized trying to make the three of them work is too complicated; especially when they see just how comfortable he is around Robin.
Ah yes. The only big bang fic I've written since joining this fandom that I actually like. Forever and always have to thank @pterawaters for coming up with the original idea for this fic when I was struggling and stressing out trying to think of something on my own. The initial idea should have been simple enough, but then when I started writing, it took on a life of its own and suddenly I was writing a Before and After style fic and man. I am still really freaking proud of how it turned out! It's definitely one of my all time favorites. plus everyone should seriously listen to the playlist that ptera made for it because fuck, it fits the tone of the fic so well and it still lives on the main screen of my phone
The Best People He Knows - Stranger Things [3,692 words]
Summary:
Steve doesn't just drive Dustin to the dance. He comes over to help with Dustin's hair first (and gets some hugs while he's there).
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"Are you sure we have enough time?" Dustin asks, his voice urgent, not unlike how he sounded back when he convinced Steve to help him track down his demo-dog. Not that Steve blames him.
School dances are harder to navigate than just about anything, including the Upside Down.
This is the very first fic I ever wrote for Stranger Things. It's probably the closest I'll ever EVER get to writing Steve Harrington in character. And even when rereading it after going to get the link, I think it still holds up. I don't know, it's a very nothing fic in that not much happens in it. But it makes me happy and I love it and I hope that people will continue to find it in the future and give it a shot.
#the babysitter 2017#free guy#stranger things#ketwan#stoncy#thanks for the ask!#seriously#this was so much fun#gosh I miss rec lists#I can't forget to make one this year for OTHER people's fics#my writing#asks#anonymous#self recs
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who says you're not getting an ask? because I'm giving you one right now!
anyway, I'm curious about Burn Fast, Burn Bright. not anything specific really, just surprise me ig. I love that fic of yours a whole lot as I'm sure I've stated to you before.
CAN WE GET ON WITH THIS?? TY!!! fic in question, which is OLD as HELL and I got second hand embarrassment from all the things I could’ve done better MAN. here are my thoughts before we get into it;
- this was the second fic I’d written for stanuary, and one of the longer fics I’ve written Ever actually. 15k words. I don’t know how I was able to produce so many words for these events ngl I hope I can redo that this year ANYWAY. first impressions? shallow angst. I think that’s what this is gonna be TO ME, because I’m the author and I hate myself. this was written almost a year ago… ough
- the descriptions will be Okay, but could be Better. I think I’ve gotten better at those hopefully.
- I was writing a lot of 80s angst during this time period and this was the second in that bunch. loose ties and ends, that one kid from jersey, unfortunate ends, like?? I was on a roll. what was wrong with me (still wrong with me)
- the gnomes are here? damn. I like gnomes
- oh that summary. already fucking me up
- I’m going in with the mindset that even at the time I knew that there was improvement to be had. This is my growing. I’m STILL growing. we can do this. I was still trying to find my groove. NOW LETS GOOOOOO
He’s left the damned duffel bag.
The one thing he had to take, and he’s left it behind. Stan has nothing to curse but his own self, because how is he so stupid as to not notice for a whole day? He’d spent the whole day driving through Oregon, hopping from gas station to gas station and it’s only now, the next morning, that he realizes there are no extra clothes to change into?
already onto a great start /genuine. an earlier draft had this to be a Lot more aggressive—using exclamation points and harsher language and shit, but once I realized that it would be a little odd that we start so strong, I toned it down. I think it gives a bit more of ‘resonate despondence’, which is very (sometimes) stan
Ford had always been bad at explaining things. He always expected the listener to know exactly what he’s talking about, be at his exact intelligence level, so that his ‘explaining’ could be understood with just a few words. 100% of the time, that isn’t the case.
literally me. best but of ford characterization someone could have conjured fr
okay already a detour but did you guys know I read my fics in my head in a VERY SPECIFIC tone, and that’s why most of the italicizations and em dashes exist? that’s why they’re there because if someone doesn’t read it the way I do I slowly die inside /silly I still do it today and I have to remind myself that I shouldn’t have to do everything for my reader. I should trust them.
(Yeah, Stan wants to let his anger out, but he’s not gonna kill the guy. Ford looks fragile enough as it is, and if he fights any harder he’ll probably break his leg or a rib. No point in damaging him, really.)
yes that’s so nice stan. you’re such a good brother dude oh my GOD IM—
this whole ford pleading scene here. here’s some bits;
“It…” Ford inhales deeply. “It’s not forever. I just need it away.”
“I don’t—Stan, I don’t want you to sail away to the ends of the Earth.”
“This—this, right here, I can’t do it.” Ford gestures to the portal wildly, giving it a scowl that could give Stan a run for his money. He almost thinks it’s directed at him, since he stands in front of the machine’s eye. “I can’t fix this!”
oh I’m feeling the feelings what the fuck. I can hear the last dialogue SO WELL. I remember vividly rewatching atots like four times just to listen to the fight and I’m still not desensitized. like the way ford delivers such a genuinely misguided request and seeing nothing wrong with how it might be worded which ALSO being on the verge of snapping? yeah ford I’ll give you a pass you’re going through shit. I’m so glad it still reads!!!
“I’m already too far gone, Stanley, an-and I can’t think of anyone else, anyone who would want to help.”
ohhhhhi can hear this too. it’s a Hint you know. it’s supposed to tip you off; something is REALLY wrong….
okay I’m restraining myself from pasting this entire ford exchange but it’s so GOOD. I’m flattering myself. And I didn’t even take that long on it I remember I wrote most of chapter one in a single burst. everything you see? barely edited. all put on at once. threw up on a page. I was feeling things
Ford sets the Journal aside. He, aside from the glaring obvious, does not look shaken up. “Yes, I know. Never… see me again.”
He sounds bitter. Almost too bitter for his liking. It’s almost contagious, from how it seems to roll off him and outwardly.
“You…” Stan has to phrase this kindly. “You know I don’t want that, right?”
Ford doesn’t relax. Instead, his gaze only darkens. “I know.”
i remember crying. I was tearing UP. that’s them. that’s something I would say if I were stan. make sure they know that I don’t want that. I…!!!!
Stan wonders what Stan will say.
one of the few bits I was smiling for when writing this….
So he should be here.
I forgot the name for this literary device even though I started using it religiously after this BUT YEAHHHHHHHH GET OUR FEELINGS BABE
not gonna paste it but what ford(��s body) is hiding by. I’m gonna be honest despite watching atots so much I forgot where the portal opened. like dead ass, so I made it up. the bookshelf is supposed to be the portal. I think the fic ‘by the skin of your teeth’ was still severely affecting me and that was the portal in that fic. this is what you get when you don’t check your references. it literally happened to me yesterday! I was finishing up chapter six of do you remember hanging up the stars and it was about aziraphale and crowley on the ark back in 3000 bc right. I forgot what the ark looked like other than a Single Memory so I bullshitted it. I then remembered I had a Resource, Checked, and it was. well I completely forgot about where the humans would’ve gone. lol
I can’t paste it all bc it’s like the whole fic but Stan’s DENIAL. the way he’s sooooo deep in it that it’s a physical jarring when he’s ripped out of it. he’s literally such a denial grieved it’s SICK and I can’t believe I wrote it so easily. Ahem. that says things I think whether good or bad is up to your interpretation
some of these dialogues are weirdly cut off. I think Stan’s a lot more of a run on sentencer. hm
okay now I’m getting into the secondhand embarrassment that would probably be extreme heartbreak had into created this. I think at this point I was very emotionally worn down; not just from writing but Life too. there’s not much to say. it just Exists
oh that fucking letter. fucking letters. I love ford letters you know that they’re so delectable especially when he’s allowed to make them long. this WHOLE THING. wow. and the way he OPENS IT. classic ‘we don’t have much time’ action type beat *writes a two paged letter*. also the crossing out things. I’m a fucking genius. augh
I don’t know if you would like to stay in Gravity Falls after this, but I would like you to do two things, the two things I could not.
UHM EXCUSE ME YOU REALLY THINK SO?? LIKE GENUINELY??? woah buddy. anyways this hurts me because I know he’s being genuine about this he DOESNT know if Stan would like to stay. he doesn’t know. HE DOESNT KNOW—
Unless there is an afterlife, this is Stanford Pines, your brother, signing off.
(Thank you, Stan. For everything.)
THAT. THAT? I was kicking my little evil feet oh I WAS. I was thinking ‘what could I do in character that could REALLY fuck you up?’ and I landed there. I loved it so much I literally used the thank you ploy again for a recent whumptober entry and it STILL HIT FOR ME. like. ford and thank yous. always painful 🥹
Two: After all this?
Stan isn’t planning to last a week.
see look it’s funny because. because the summary is about stan always following through with his plans. it was a parallel. he went through with a plan and it resulted in ford fucking off the face of the earth. so now he’s got a new one. new mission, new plan, new end. I loved thatshit…..
He didn’t expect for the pawn off to be so violent.
I had a very different opening here; it was something with bill watching everything before unfold and THEN cut to ford going through with the plan? but then I decided ‘hey wait a sec we never see stan LEAVE after that little flashback. how did that leaving go?’ and now we’re here. damn I even had an alt opening
now that we know ford’s suicide is inevitable (and that we’re in his head) I start slathering that foreshadowing everywhere….
“Okay. Okay, I’ll go. But I’m comin’ back, ya hear me? I’m not leavin’ you again.”
it’s giving crowley saying ‘I’m coming back, I won’t leave you alone’. hehehe
It does untangle, after a few seconds of frantic pulling and Ford’s shouting beforehand.
Stan doesn’t have the decency to apologize. He flaps his palm as if he got burned. “Yeesh. Your hair’s a mess.”
look it’s funny because. because. well you know. hair untangling. corpse
“And get some fucking sleep! You look half-dead!”
There it is.
yeahhhhhhh I was just being mean. stan babygirl he’s already going to do it. don’t add insult to injury
It was time to enact Plan A. If Plan A didn’t work (which it had to. He didn’t even have a Plan B) then it’d be time to panic.
the original title for this fic (like the FIRST ONE. not when I turned this into a two parter) was called ‘Plan B’, because 1) plan A indeed does not work and plan b is suicide, and 2) B for Bill. :)
But knowing Stanley, he’d find a way to show just how pissed off he was at Ford even if he was in the afterlife.
:) x2. still proud of this
When Fiddleford first learned of the gnomes, he was more than disturbed. Almost spooked. Ford had insisted that as long as you had bug spray and mushrooms, they would be manageable. Sadly, Fiddleford had thought mushrooms ‘takin’ care of the problem’ would be in warding them away, that mushrooms were a repellant of some kind.
FIDDLEFORD MY BELOVED!!!! I love writing beats like this I still do. it’s just so nice to take random hcs and put them in the most tense and matter of fact situations just to distract us a little. make us look away, but not entirely. ough
He wants to shake on it.
it’s the little traumas that break our hearts.
okayyyyyy I’ll be honest ford leaving the portal for someone else to kill it is Very ooc. I’ll admit that. but I need my Scenario!!!!! I don’t regret it. just know that I acknowledge it. *cries*
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh the ‘method’. oh ‘the method’. fucking kills me. he debated ont his. rationally. RATIONALLY I WAS LITERALLY THAT ONE MEME THATS SCREAMING AT MY CHARACTERS TO STOP BUT IM THE ONE WHOS PUTTING THEM THERE IN THE FIRST PLACE—
ough. the bullet points. okay I’m running out of commentary steam but let me say this. I asked for hcs on my blog right? so I could put some of those here because even I run out of hcs eventually, and people DELIVERED. I loved them. I put every single one in at least One point, and seeing these tiny memories just spring up at he’s doing this is like that thing with the fiddleford/mushrooms bit. he’s distracting himself. making th situation less scary in his eyes. OUGH
OH AND THE PILLS NOT BEING FORD’S BUT STAN’S? ONE OF MY KAST ALTERATIONS BUT SOOOOOOO WORTH IT. NO NOTES JUST ULTIMATE ANGST
Ford had considered being a doctor for some time while in elementary school. It was a given, considering his intelligence and avid nature towards sciences. His love for the supernatural always gave in however, and it has won every battle. But for a long time after, a part of him wanted to be a chemist, a manufacturer, a creator. Sure, it soon became a pipe dream, but for a while it was a genuine choice.
But Ford is an experimenter. He realized early on that he wouldn’t be able to resist pouring the components and chemicals on his skin, if only to see how they would react to human flesh.
motherfucker.that guy is literally me
btw these spaces after the em dashes are killing my soul. I remember once that I thought everyone else was wrong with no spaces and I was right. Oh, past me. No.
How could you not love someone like that?
God, he’s never going to see him again.
*SNIFF*
4.5 million humans in the world. 230 million humans in America. 7 million in New Jersey. 2 million in Oregon. Around sixty or seventy species of anomalies in Gravity Falls alone. And that doesn’t even account past Earth, if Crash Site Omega was accounted for.
I had to look all that shit up I don’t even know if it’s right. at first it’d been modern day stats but THEN I remembered that we’re in the fucking 1980s so ofc it’s different. ALSO LOOOK I FUCKED UP IT SAYS MILLION NOT BILLIONS. IM GONNA DIE. FUCK. either way we stay silly we stay silly!!! just know that little paragraph has caused me so much grief.
Ford always hated funerals.
this was the beginning of the ‘we hate funerals’ saga. still do hate them. I hate them, ford hates them, crowley hates them, ALL OF THE HOMIES HATE THEM 🫵🫵 /j
Mania is a feeling he knows well, and this is not that.
lmao name drop *i was on the verge of tears*
It’s Ford, the snow, and his candle, which has no more wax to burn.
THE TITLE THE TITLE THE TITLE—
the spacing. the html gave me sooooo much trouble but it was worth it!!!! every space was deliberated and checked and shit. ough. OUGH
okayyyy im capping it here because I’m so so tired. but!!! here it is. I just. wow. Less yet more corny than I thought this would be. I hope you enjoyed that little roller coaster, and I’m off on Life Adventures. Which means Errands. fuck…..
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Tells Me We're Not Done
Part 2 to Something in the Orange.
this is so long tumblr is making me put it in two parts, adding part 3 after this!
Genre: Angst/Fluffy
Warnings: depictions of sex, stay safe, kiddos!
Word Count: 15k between here and part 3
Summary: Peter does his best to win you back after he dumps you.
The Parker household could be eerily quiet.
Funny how you never noticed it before, usually the giggles escaping your mouth as Peter pinched lightly anywhere he could reach would fill the empty spaces. Or you could hear the whisper of Mays TV in her room, maybe even Peter as he danced around in the kitchen making grilled cheeses or grabbing you stashed soda.
But right now in Peter’s room all you hear is the hum of the AC, and the drips coming from his bathroom sink, he needs to turn it off all the way. You hear the slow whoosh of cars passing by several floors down, you hear Peter’s fingers tapping on the kitchen counter, you can’t help but wonder if it’s because he’s looking for something or he’s trying to think of something to say, anything to break the silence.
You hadn’t looked at Peter since you got here, you didn’t even speak to him.
“Hey! I’m glad you could still find the place.” He tried to joke. Tried.
You nodded your head and swerved around him into his room, you set your bag higher on your shoulders, and then you felt very aware of your surroundings. It’s been a while since you’ve been in his room, it was almost comedic, this was always where you felt the most safe but you have never been more on edge than right now.
Where did you sit?
On his bed? Too many memories, the way he fit over your body perfectly. The bed where he made you feel loved and protected and safe and treasured? No, you can’t sit there.
At his desk? The same one you would sit across his lap on, the one that you had begged a time or two to get off his game so he could get on you? The same desk he’s bent you over? No, you can’t sit there.
Peter watches you move your head around his space before your shoulders slump with defeat and you throw your backpack off and drop to the floor sitting crisscross.
The floor was safe, nothing happened on the floor.
“Want anything to eat? Something to drink?”
The carefulness in his voice, the comforting gesture made the hair on your neck raise, you didn’t say a word.
You didn’t want to be here, that was well known.
Peter sighed and made himself absent, it didn’t feel good to him either. Knowing that this is your worst nightmare and you were currently experiencing it made him feel pretty shitty, it doesn’t help that you won’t give him anything to work with either.
You stared at the carpet long enough to see swirls and shapes, tracing with your hands. Your brain made a pattern with the sink drips, pause, pause, pause, drip. Pause, pause, pause, drip. It began moving in sync with Peter’s finger tapping in the kitchen, pause, pause, pause, drip, tap. Pause, pause, pause, drip, tap.
What deity did you piss off to put you in this position?
The words echo as your hand pushes the carpet one way, darker, the other way, lighter.
“Y/N and Peter. Y/N and Peter. Y/N and Peter.”
It happened Wednesday, and now it was Saturday.
“I have some news. We are breaking down points in history and colliding them with story acts. You have all been assigned a partner and will have two weeks to complete it. We finish next Wednesday, but you’ll be getting your partners today and you can start working on it now. Get an idea, I’ll be passing out sheets with different points in history you can pull from.”
She rolled her eyes when the class groaned, “Yeah, yeah. If you want to let the creativity flow feel free to pull a moment on your own. I’m letting you guys take the rein on this, have fun! Express yourselves!”
You blew a heavy breath, you haven’t paid attention in months and now you were being thrown into a massive assignment. Mrs. Bender approached the front of the room and grabbed a stack of papers. “Y/N, Tonya, please pass these out to your classmates.”
The stack was split and she handed you each one and you both went to separate sides of the room. You started in front and worked towards the back, the fourth table was MJ and Peter. You gave one to MJ and met her eyes, “Hi.” She smiled back, “Hey.”
You let one fall to the middle of the desk, the paper sweeping the air before sliding across the slick black table and falling to the ground. You shrugged at the paper on the floor and shrugged, “Oops.” You stepped on the front of the page and made your way to the table behind them.
Peter watched MJ smirk, he turned his gaze to the ground and picked up his paper stamped with your shoe print.
“These will be your partners, no exchanges or substitutions allowed. Tonya and Brent. MJ and Kate. Yousif and Rusty. Drea and Drake. Cory and Becca. Y/N and Peter.”
Your eyes shot up to the room, your heart was racing. This couldn’t be happening, not him. Not your ex, you literally begged him to hook up and he left. You told him everything was a front, that you still lo- No. Don’t think about that.
This was a nightmare. Your cheeks burst with heat, your heart hit your rib cage with each thump, your palms become sweaty on the tabletop. You had to keep swallowing the saliva building in your mouth, scared that you’d puke if you stopped.
The teacher just kept going like she didn’t end your world.
“Dustin and Vanessa. Forrest an-“ You cut her off and shoved a hand in the air before speaking.
“No! No, No, Absolutely not!” Peter’s head shot to yours. The other students were already moving around matching up with their partners.
“What was that?” The teacher stopped her rambles.
“Please. Anyone else, I’ll do anything. I’ll clean your car, I’ll do Saturday school until the end of year! I’ll even stay late and grade your last classes work! Please, anything!” You pleaded.
“No exceptions, it’s not fair to everyone else.” She shrugged her shoulders and tried to continue.
“What if I work alone?” You stood at your desk.
“No.” She flipped her grade book.
You huffed and swore under your breath.
“Fine! I won’t do it then!” You threatened no one but yourself.
“Ms. Y/N do I need to remind you of your circumstance? You don’t do this project, you’re out of here. Permanently.” She raised an eyebrow and taunted you, she wanted to see how you would react.
You threw your hands up and slumped back on your seat. “Yeah! I know! I know!”
Even being paired with Peter wouldn’t make you talk to him, and bless his heart for trying. He’s tried cornering you in school, he’s tried calling (and was ignored immediately), he even showed up at your window but all he received was an unwavering middle finger until he slowly crept away.
His last ditch was a text, ‘Hey. I know you don’t want to talk to me, but we need to get this done. Come to mine tonight?’
He wasn’t expecting a response, and you didn’t give one. You just showed up.
“Water?”
He held out a bottle and you sniffed, dragging your knee to your chin you turned the other way. Peter placed it next to you anyways.
“You sure you don’t wanna sit up here?” Peter tapped the space next to him on the bed.
“I’m fine where I am.” The first words you spoke to him all week and they were just as distant and cold as when you told him you hated him. He never really believed that, but now he was.
“I can pull my desk chair over, or I can get one from the kitchen-”
“I said I’m fine.” You cut him off and listened to the empty space, you relied on the drips like a metronome. Then the hum of the AC, and new to the mix was Peter breathing. It wasn’t loud but it was steady, something to build off of. If you tried really, really hard maybe you could hear the blood pumping in and out of his heart.
“What do you smell right now?” The carpet was leaving an almost itchy feeling on your fingertip but you kept swirling it, scared if you stopped they would shake.
“Uh, I don’t know. I can smell your perfume, and I think Mr. Denison next door is making cookies or banana bread.” Confused. He was confused.
“Not like that. Me.”
Peter’s eyes widened. It was very rare for you to ask him to use his senses on you, it’s not like he had a choice, it would happen regardless. But he respected that you didn’t want to know, or didn’t care to, so unless you asked he never brought it up.
He breathed out slowly and took an inhale at the same rate, he looked at you and frowned slightly. You wouldn’t look at him still, you were turned from him and curled inwards trying to get as far away from him as possible.
“Scared. Nervous. Anxious. Upset. Sad. Hurt.”
You let out a small laugh.
“Was that Spidey, or was that your intuition?”
“A little of both.”
Drip, pause, pause, pause, drip.
“I’m sorry, by the way. I don’t think I ever told you that, but I am.”
You looked at him for the first time in a week, you actually recognized him as a human.
“For what?”
“Hurting you. Breaking up with you, making you hate me. Fuck, I don’t know, Y/N. Can I just give you an umbrella apology?”
You nodded at him.
Drip.
“How would we move past this?”
“What do you mean?” Peter can’t help his spirits get slightly lifted at that.
“I don’t know how to look at you and not be overwhelmed with sadness, Peter. You were my entire fucking life and it was smashed in one night. And I know you’re trying to fix it, and I really want you to. I want to go back like nothing ever happened but it did. It did happen, and you really, really hurt me. So how do we get past this?”
“How can I give you that kind of power again?” You added with a whisper, you laid a cheek on your knee and closed your eyes.
Drip. Pause, pause, pause. Drip.
Peter breathes once, twice, three times, drip. Peter rubs his pant leg against the bed, the comforter ruffles, he breathes, drip, drip, drip.
You can’t stand it anymore, now you understand why Chinese water torture is mind exploding.
“I don’t know, but it’s not up to me anymore.” Peter’s turn to keep his sight from you.
“What does that mean?” You nearly wince at your voice. Why did you sound so sad?
Peter looks you in the eye, it wasn’t his decision anymore. That much was clear.
“I hurt you, I broke your trust. I did the worst thing to you I could’ve ever done. It’s up to you now, what do you want? Do you want to be friends, never speak to me again, or maybe somewhere in the middle?”
You chew your bottom lip and look his face over.
Drip.
You think of each time you’ve kissed his cheeks, each time you’ve counted his freckles while he’s slept, each time you traced over his features, every moment of him being yours came in a flash.
Drip.
More than anything in the world, you missed loving him like you could lose him. There was nothing so delicate and private in the world.
Drip.
“I know what I want.” The words were a whisper, scared to say them aloud, scared to whisper them into admission.
“Tell me.” His tone matched yours, he was just as scared to hear it as you were to say it.
Drip.
“I want you to win me back.”
You can’t remember the last time you’ve seen Peter smile like that, not since he was yours.
His teeth sunk into his bottom lip failing to catch the growing grin.
“I can do that.” He nods.
“I can do that.”
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Flowers everyday.
That’s how it started.
On Monday they were purple Hyacinths, left outside your front door with a small handwritten note: Sorrow, please forgive me.
You’re reminded of every time Peter’s tried to get your attention with a wave or a smile or even tried to offer an olive branch by walking you home.
Tuesday they were red Tulips with a similar note attached: Believe me, my feelings are true.
You know he’s sorry, he’s made that much clear.
Wednesday they were Violets: I’ll always be there.
Even when you haven’t wanted him.
Before the presentation in class Hydrangeas were left in your locker: Good luck and fortune.
Thursday were mixed Zinnias: Thinking in memory of an absent friend and lasting affection.
He’s missed you just as much as you’ve missed him.
Friday was a Gladioli: Give me a break, I am really sincere.
He’s asking you to trust him one more time.
Saturday morning there were several flowers and notes outside of your window.
A Coreopsis: Always cheerful.
You’ve made him so happy.
A Lily of the Valley: A return to happiness, you’ve made my life complete.
You give him something to look forward to.
A Dandelion: Faithfulness and happiness.
Something he can rely on.
A Lavender stem: Admiration.
He doesn’t know how someone could be so perfect.
A red Carnation: My heart aches for you.
He hasn’t ever known pain that ebbs so deep into him.
A Sweet-Pea: Thank you for a lovely time.
You gave him a true meaning in life, not Spider-Man, Peter. You gave Peter a meaning.
A Forget-Me-Not: True love and memories.
It really was true love, there was nothing more pure about it.
A Narcissus: Stay as sweet as you are.
He can only hope he hasn’t damaged that.
A Petunia: Your presence soothes me.
You have a presence that calms him, it’s a talent only you and Aunt May possess.
A Camellia: I’m longing for you.
He’s thought of you everyday since he ended it.
A Daffodil: You’re the only one, the sun is only shining when I’m with you.
Everything's better when you’re around.
Finally a Primrose: I can’t live without you.
Because he really can’t.
On Sunday you caught him in the act.
Dressed in dark tan khakis, a blue plaid button down and a dark gray jacket. His Nike shoes matched the hints of dark blues in his shirt, his hair looked extra fluffy today. You always begged him to grow it longer, sometimes he would appease you and wait an extra week or two before he chopped it but the past month he’s let it grow, long curls framed his face and all you wanted to do was tangle them around your fingers.
“Careful, another bouquet and I’ll have to start my own nursery.” You chided him and grinned when his cheeks flushed briefly after he slightly jumped unaware of your lurking presence.
“Were you waiting for me?” His hand was behind his back, you were eager to see the flower of the day.
“Maybe. It’s impressive how you’ve dropped them all week without me seeing you. Are you using your stealth secrets on me?”
“I could be, It’s better to see your reaction when I’m not in front of you. It seems more authentic.”
“Oh, when you’re not in front of me? Does that mean you’re lurking around watching me like some kind of stalker?” You grinned at his caught look, he didn’t mean to let that slip, but he was going to lean into it.
“I just want to make sure you get them, I don’t want some sorry guy coming by stealing my tactics.”
“Have you watched me before? Cause I swear I’ve got the feeling someone is just out of sight on a roof I can’t see.” You hinted at his alter ego and watched him nonchalantly shrug.
“Sometimes. Mostly at night when you were alone, I used to walk you home, you know. What if some guy from Ryker's got out and thought you were an ex that locked them up and you got stabbed to death?”
Your eyes widened. “Is that the stuff you worried about when we broke up?”
We. No, ‘when you’, it was we.
“Like a mantra.”
A frown crossed your face. “Here I was worried you weren’t going to know how to put your own band-aids on, nice to know you are still obsessed over me.”
“Always have, always will.” He smiled and remembered why he was here.
“I have something for you.”
You grinned and made grabby hands, “Lemme see it!”
“It’s not a flower.”
You pouted and booed.
“Let me give you mine first then.”
Peter’s eyebrows raised, “You have something for me?”
“Yeah, hold on.” You dipped back into your room for a moment and emerged with a small pot, three short green stalks were bunched together. You held it out for him to grab, one hand was kept behind his back.
He looked at you and waited for the explanation.
“It’s a lucky bamboo. It symbolizes growth and renewal, something for a new life stage. I thought it was fitting.”
He hugged it tight to his chest, “Thank you. I love it, I am gonna nurture the fuck out of this. His name is gonna be Groot, thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
You both just smiled at each other for a moment too long, almost forgetting why you were both here. You think Peter lent in for a second before jumping slightly, he remembered why he came.
“Here’s yours.”
Peter passed you a folded up paper, you looked confused but grabbed it from him. You looked up to catch him grinning at his branches and he whispered something to the green before nodding at you to unfold the paper.
Inside were two printed tickets to the Planetarium, you gasped and dropped your jaw. You looked towards him and he was already smiling at your reaction.
“Oh my god, Peter!”
You rushed forward with a squeal and crushed him in a hug, both of your arms wrapped around his, he let out a ‘oof’ and pulled one arm from under yours to wrap it around you. You pushed forward just a little closer, resting your cheek against his chest, he felt warm and sturdy. No matter how much time passed you missed this the most, just feeling him, and feeling like nothing could harm you.
“Did I do good?” His words felt like vibrations in your cheek.
“Amazing!” You grinned up at him and pushed yourself to your tiptoes to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth.
He paused for a second, shock in his system. You kissed him. Well, not a full on kiss, but it was a hint of one.
“Well then, would you like to go on a date with me?”
You smiled so wide you bit your bottom lip trying to rein it in.
“I would love to.”
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A date it was.
Peter pulled out all the stops, he took you to a nice dinner, one where they had a candle on the table and ketchup wasn’t available. He even looked over the menu beforehand and let you know what he thinks you would like, not that you can’t make your own choices but new restaurants always give you a little anxiety. You were unsure what you would like and felt like you were wasting time looking over the menu rereading the same summaries hoping one would jump out at you.
Then after dinner he gave you his jacket, walking down the street you were confused when he didn’t call for a taxi but followed him anyway. You looked down at his hand next to yours and grabbed it, then he intertwined them and pulled you to the side of a building. You looked up at the sign and then him.
“Chocolatier?”
He pulled an eyebrow up, “You didn’t think I forgot about dessert did you?
“I’m getting two slices of cake.” You moved to pull him inside, he followed behind and you both paused at the door inhaling the sweet scent blowing in your faces.
“As long as I can get a bite.”
“We’ll see.”
After dessert he took you to the planetarium and you gazed up in awe at the constellations. The seats were recliners and lent all the way back so you had undivided attention at the ceiling.
“Which one is that?” You pointed up at a stack of stars, they almost made the shape of a person. Peter followed your finger up, “That one?” He pointed at the same star, you nod.
“Andromeda. A Greek princess.”
“Ooh. Wait, where is the big bear and little bear?” You moved your head but couldn’t place it, those were your favorites.
Peter grabbed your hand and pointed up at them, he traced the stars with your finger, “Big bear,” then lowered your hand, moved it slightly and traced again, “Little bear.” A soft smile crossed your face, you always thought of those as you and Peter, you followed him around mimicking his antidotes and sidekicking every bit of the way.
You moved in closer to Peter and turned halfway to rest your head on his shoulder, looking up at him from your eyes you shuffled in deeper.
“Tell me all about the ones you know.”
And he did, he took you through each one slowly, sometimes picking your hand up to point at them and trace the lines so you knew exactly what he was talking about. Peter spoke quietly and calmly, you were the only ones in the room but it still felt extremely private, this was a moment for you and him only.
“This one is Apus, the bird of paradise. This one is supposed to be the beak, and this one is the tail. And this one is Ara, it’s an altar that was used by Gods before battle with the Titans to vow their allegiance.” He traced the outline and you stared in awe.
“And this one here is Aquila,”
“It looks like an eagle.”
“It is! Look at you, smartie.”
“He was the retriever of Zeus’s thunderbolts.”
“Oh! And look at this one here, this one is really cool. It’s Antlia, and it’s my favorite because it literally translates to-”
You stopped him with a kiss.
It was slow, you moved against each other for a minute or two. You weren’t all over each other, it wasn’t full of passion and heat. It was a kiss that meant more than that, it was trust, it was giving, it was kind. It was love, you both felt it.
“Air pump. It translates to air pump.”
His first words when you broke away, his eyes blinked open slowly and he looked towards you. You couldn’t help yourself and lent in for one more, it was shorter. Just a little longer than a peck.
“What was that for?” Peter was breathless, he wasn’t expecting that. He wasn’t expecting anything like that for a while.
“Because I think you’re lovely.”
“That's funny, because I think you’re lovelier.”
You frowned for a moment, you didn’t feel lovely.
The past week you’ve done a lot of reflecting. You hadn’t been kind, or nice, or patient with Peter like he’s been with you. Instead you’ve been bitter, mean, and miserable. It wasn’t right, if you love someone you don’t treat them like that.
“I’m not. Or at least I haven’t been. And, I’m sorry too, by the way.”
“Sorry for what?”
“Being the worst. I was so caught up in being hurt and mad at you I forgot you were hurting too. I think I forgot that even though you might have ended it, it hurt you too. And I’m sure I made it worse for you because I took all my hurt and anger out on you, I never should’ve said all those things. I should’ve never said I hate you, that was low and dirty of me. I don’t hate you, at all. I don’t think I ever could, actually. I just wanted to make you hurt like I did, but it made me feel worse because you didn’t deserve that. So, I’m sorry.”
You blinked back tears, it was a good night so far and you didn’t want to ruin it with waterworks.
“Oh, baby. C’mere.” Peter held you into him and kissed the top of your head.
“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it, and it sucked but I get why you did it. You just wanted to make it even, doesn’t make it right but you needed to work through it. Just promise me you’ll never say it again, I don’t know if I can handle that again.” He pinched at your side and smiled when he made you giggle.
“Deal.” You kissed his cheek and breathed in his neck, you missed his smell.
“I missed you calling me that.” Your words were muffled, a vulnerable admission.
“What, baby?” You nodded in his neck.
“I can start doing it again, it’s yours anyways.”
“I’d like that, Petey.” You smile pulling away.
Peter slapped a hand over his chest. “Be still, my heart.”
“I thought you hated that nickname?”
“I did. Until I didn’t hear it for four months.”
You giggled and looked at the stars once more. It was a perfect night, but you couldn’t help but think about how many nights like this you’ve missed out on since things ended.
“Can I ask you a question?”
Peter picked your hand up and kissed the back of it.
“Anything.”
“Why did you end it?”
Lips froze on your hand. It was obvious he wasn’t expecting that.
“Baby, listen to me. Tonight was a good night, right?”
You nodded. “The best.”
“I don’t want to ruin tonight, and I’m not saying you are. I would be. We’ll talk about it, I promise. But I don’t want to tonight, is that okay?”
“You would ruin the night?”
“It’s hard for me to talk about it. No one knows the full story, and you’ll be the only one who gets it. I just don’t want to open that door tonight. Is that okay?”
You wanted to ask why it was hard for him to talk about it, and why he never told anyone the real reason, but that would defeat the purpose of him not wanting to talk about it.
“That’s okay. We’ve got nothing but time.”
Peter looked at you for a second soaking your words in.
“You sure?”
You kissed him once more, a promise.
“Positive. Now tell me which one that is.”
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The next two weeks went by slowly, you never did get that reasoning. It wasn't an omission on Peter’s part but you’ve both been busy doing other things and it hasn’t really crossed your mind, and the times it did it didn’t feel like the right time to bring it up again.
You slowly started to integrate your life back with Peter’s.
It started with sitting with him, Ned and MJ at lunch, Betty too when she wasn’t in the TV room piecing together her next segment for the morning announcements. Then Peter started walking to class with you holding your books or backpack when it got too heavy, and then finally you let him sit next to you in shared classes again.
“Psst. Peter.”
He kept his eyes on the board trying to copy down the words from the slide before they disappeared, this teacher changed slides too quickly. You were trying to copy the last slide from his paper but his arm blocked off part of what you needed.
“Peter.” You whispered again but he kept going, to be fair he did have a headphone in. He was having a bad sense day, everything was just a bit too much for him, which is why he’s been clinging to you all day. For whatever reason you always calmed it down for him, sometimes you made it worse when things were getting a bit too physical, but usually you calmed him.
“Babe?”
His head whipped to yours, that's the first time you’ve dropped that line on him.
“Yes?”
You pointed at your sheet where it dropped off and pouted, “Help.”
He immediately moved his arm and pushed his paper towards you a bit more and watched as you scratched down his notes, someone coughed and his ears rang, then again, and again. He started to shake his leg, then someone started to sniffle, it felt like it was in his head. Without pausing you wrapped your left arm around his elbow and scribbled a bit faster, if he was focusing on something it made it a little easier. His foot stopped instantly, and the noises became more muffled.
“All done. Thanks.” You pushed it back his way but kept your arm around his, he wouldn’t ask for it but you knew he needed it.
“Anytime.” You know he means it.
After the bell rang he stood pushing things in his backpack, you did the same and lingered for a moment, he grabbed your hand and walked with you out the classroom.
“Would you like to go on a date tonight?”
It was a Friday and last week he had taken you to the Zoo, it was becoming a weekly habit. Part of him trying to win you back, not that you would tell him but you think he already has. The point of this was to take it slow, you both know how this is going to end so there’s no rush.
“What are you thinking?”
“I don’t know, I was thinking I’d leave it up to you. Your turn to choose.”
“Your house? We can have a sleepover and do movies, maybe you’ll let me do a face mask with you to put you back in my good graces.” You teased him lightly, he always gave pushback when you tried to do spa nights, but he would always give in without much of a fight.
“Shh, be quiet. I don’t need people thinking I’m a softie doing spa nights with my girl.” He teased back, as if he would care if people thought he was softie. He was the biggest softie around you and that’s one of the things you loved most.
“Your girl? Who, me?” You looked around and smiled when he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and tucked you into his side.
“Of course, you. Who else could I want?”
Later that evening you found yourself at the Parker household but it wasn’t so quiet this time, May was humming in the kitchen and upon you walking in she screamed and pushed Peter to the side.
“Hugs, hugs! Peter move, let me at her!”
May wrapped her arms around you in a vice grip scared you’d run away if she let go, she missed having you around the house. Peter had a pep in his step when he was with you but since things ended he’s been more melancholy and quiet, it doesn’t help that May has been berating him too.
When he walked in after ended it with you she knew immediately something was wrong. She asked him outright, “What happened? What did you do, Peter? Please don’t tell me you did something stupid.” He did. He did do something stupid and admitted to it after sobbing into his aunt's arm for an hour.
She waited two weeks before she started in on him, like at the store, “I have a feeling I need to get strawberry ice cream, but I can’t remember who for. Was it that girl that came around before you broke her heart?” And Peter would heavily sigh, “Yes, May. That’s her.”
She just missed having you around, and seeing Peter so happy.
“What are you doing here? Oh my gosh!” May was beaming looking between you and her nephew.
“Well,” You looked to Peter and rested your hand on your stomach.
May let out a gasp, “Peter, I swear to god if you got her pregnant!” Even though Peter knows that's not the case he takes a step back for extra measure.
“Ew! God no. I wouldn’t let him touch me like that, May. He’s gross.”
“Hey!” A whine.
“We were paired for a project at school and started hanging out again.” You smiled at May, you missed her as much as she did you.
“And you’re hanging out here?” May pointed at the floor, she can’t believe after a school project things were fine.
You nod. “Yes. Peter is trying to win me back, it’s date night. He let me choose and I wanted to have a sleepover, I even talked him into a spa night!”
Peter’s eyes lit up, you were letting him put the pieces back into place.
“Date night? Since when is there a designated date night?” May was sputtering.
You look at Peter and think back, his face helping you form an answer. “Three weeks?”
Peter nods.
May’s jaw dropped, her nephew mentioned nothing of this. At all.
“Peter! What the fuck!”
He jumped, “What?”
“What is right! You’ve been taking her out without me knowing? Why?!” May was in shock, she knows Peter knows how much she’s missed you, she bullies him every chance she gets.
“I don’t know,” Peter shrugged but did know why, and May knew that too. She just stared at him with that mom look and he looked at the ground and continued before looking at you.
“I know you missed her, May. I wasn’t sure how this would go, I still don’t. It’s not my decision at the end, I didn’t want to get you all excited just to tell you I failed.”
‘Peter.’ You mouthed the words, he shook his head subtly. You caught it, it meant ‘not now.’
May let out a breath and slapped her hands on her pants. “Okay, that’s fair. You should’ve given me a warning before you let her in though, I nearly had a heart attack.”
“And you my dear,” She spun to you and wiggled in joy once more, still amazed you were truly in the room, here for a rekindling.
“Are more than welcome to stay the night! Do you have dinner plans, or any plans at all? I’m about to leave for work, is there anything either of you need?”
“Thanks, May! Peter’s cooking for me tonight, he said he got a new recipe.”
Peter cut off May’s impressed look, “It’s just a restaurant copycat, May. I’ve just never made it for her before.”
“Is that why you got so many tomatoes at the store? Are you making your own tomato sauce!”
“Oh my god, Peter.” You whined out at him, he cut his gaze towards you and grinned. He was down bad.
“You’re making homemade sauce? That is so cute, c’mere.” You tugged at him for a side hug, not missing the way May’s eyes gleamed.
“Well, I just cleaned the kitchen so it’s up to the chef now.” She throws a wink at her nephew, “It is so nice having some sunshine back in the apartment, I’ll see you both in the morning. Good night!” May placed a kiss to each of your foreheads and made a final goodbye at the door, you heard the click where she locked it on the outside.
You were alone and excited, you didn’t plan on anything happening tonight and sure, you definitely missed Peter in that way, but seeing him so domestic you wanted to lay him down flat and make him a mess.
He had changed into sweatpants, baby yoda printed socks poked out, and his white tee. You think he did it on purpose, he didn’t act like he did but he has to know what he’s doing. It seemed just a bit too tight, like he hadn’t worn it in a while and it just came out the dryer, it was snug across his chest and constricted around his biceps that flexed at every subtle movement of him mixing a pot of red.
“I regret my choice for date night.”
“Oh?” He looked sad, “We can do something else, what did you have in mind?”
“Oh no, I am very much enjoying what I’m seeing. That’s the issue, Mr. Parker.”
“That doesn’t seem like much of an issue to me, dear.”
His back was turned to you again, he spoke a little louder to make up for his echo towards the stove. You were sitting on the kitchen counter next to the sink, feet swaying and slightly kicking the cabinet, if it was a few months ago Peter would scold you for kicking them. He would tell you May would beat you up and then he would have to beat May up for doing so, and then he would grab at your knees and stop them while he squeezed and you would laugh trying to peel his hands off.
Tonight he was letting you get away with it, he’s been letting you do that recently. Small things that would’ve pushed him in the past didn’t get to him, or he was allowing it to happen so he didn’t push you too far with scolding. You chewed your bottom lip and watched him, he had a white rag thrown over his shoulder. You peered down to your right and saw the cheese grater and plate, he even was grating fresh cheese, he was going all out for you tonight.
“I think it needs more oregano, or pepper. It’s missing something, what do you think?” He licked the corner of his mouth for any extra tomato sauce, his face scrunched in concentration. Peter held his hand under the wooden spoon lightly blowing on it before raising it to your mouth, you smacked your lips a few times getting a taste, “Add a little salt, then let me try again.”
He nodded and you watched him add more of the flaked salt, then returned with another cooled mouthful. “Mm, I think you were right. It’s really yummy though.” Peter smiled and patted your knee, “Thank you, baby.” Your heart gushed and you yearned for a kiss, the rules were weird. You weren’t together yet, choosing to really make sure you can trust him. But, you also weren’t not together, he was taking you on dates, and doting, and really, really trying.
You were dating, that was clear. And people who go on regular dates kiss, right? Not to mention you were dating for almost two years, you’ve kissed before. It wouldn’t be weird at all, and it hasn’t been. Each peck you’ve given had a hidden layer of lust, each time you met it was harder to pull away. Part of you was nervous for tonight, you were scared you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself.
Especially when sharing a bed.
Gathering courage you slid to your feet feather light, you stood behind him for a moment before leaning in, sticking your nose in the crease of his armpit. “Hi,” He turned his neck to glance at you for a moment before turning his head back, “Hi, baby.” You moved to lay your cheek on his shoulder blade, hands coming around his chest and pressing into him, “You’re warm,” your words were slightly muffled from a squished cheek.
“You light a fire in me, what can I say?”
“Gross, you’re cheesy.” You moved to pull away but he caught your hands and held his against yours to hold them there, he was asking for an extra cuddle. You gave in, bear hugging his back, you squeezed tight, “Can we go out for ice cream after dinner?”
“Anything you want.”
“Anything I want, huh?”
He hummed.
“Can I ask a question?”
“Shoot.”
“Kiss?”
Peter turned in your hold, “Pretty girl, you never have to ask for a kiss. Now, c’mere.”
He leant to kiss you, his thumb rubbing at your cheek made you dizzy. It was luring you into a trap, you didn’t care. Peter broke first, “Good?” You blinked your eyes open slowly, “Another,” He gave you one more, you held on for a moment longer, he broke away again, he leaned away trying to find space, he needed to stir his sauce, it was almost at a simmer.
You followed his mouth, a peck, “Baby,” another peck, “I gotta stir,” another, “Baby,” he laughed and drew his head back, you kissed his chin. “One more for good measure,” He rolled his eyes, but did it regardless, both hands cupping your face he squashed your lips in a playful kiss, pulling back with an animated pucker sound.
“Now get back, menace.”
Peter was finally able to focus on the main part of the dish, he flattened the protein with a tenderizer and started to grate the cheese. You wondered if it would be the wrong time to bring it up again, the ‘why’ question.
“Is it a bad time to bring it up?”
He paused for a split second, his focus reminded on the sharp grater. You watched the parmesan fall like snow.
“You won’t be my girlfriend until I tell you.”
It wasn’t a question, it was rhetorical.
“No, I don’t think I will.” It was a sad smile.
“The thing I’m scared of is,” He rolled the wrapping on the cheese down a bit further then started to grate again, “ that you won’t want to be my girlfriend once I tell you.”
“Will I be mad?”
“I think it’s more disappointment.”
“Is it worse than breaking up with me?”
“I,” He paused and knocked the extra cheese off the grater and leveled the bowl. He started once more, “I don’t know.” He looked at you and sighed. “I don’t want you to hate me.”
“Is it that bad?” You can’t think of something that extreme, something only you and him would share. It was obviously extremely personal.
Peter stopped and moved to his left to stand between your thighs, one hand resting above your knee. He tapped his thumb and thought of his words, how he would tell the story looking at you.
“I uh, I got in a fight?”
He sounded unsure, you don’t think it was a lie but you question the choice of words.
“When?”
“A week before I ended it.”
“Why?” A whisper.
Peter bent his bottom lip with a nibble, he looked to the side and you saw moisture prick at the edges of his eyes. He shrugged, his voice cracked when he looked back at you.
“You.”
“Me?”
“I, uh. It was, well I don’t. I just, I can’t right now. I can’t, I’m sorry.”
You knew it was a bad time, and you get what he meant at the planetarium, it was a mood killer.
“We don’t have to talk about it anymore tonight, Petey. Let’s drop it and forget it for now, we can unpack this later. Right now I just want to eat your yummy dinner and cuddle on the couch with a movie, is that alright with you?”
“You sure?”
“Positive. Give me a kiss, chef.”
After dinner, which was delicious, you even ate scraps off Peter’s plate and then shoved yours into his chest and requested seconds that had him hopping to his own beat to the kitchen. Then dessert, which ended up with both of you choosing to swap ice cream for homemade cookies.
Then you forced him to lay his head back into your lap while you applied a goopy paste that covered his face gray.
“It’s cold” He whined
“Cold is good, it shrinks your pores.”
“My what?”
You rolled your eyes, “it makes you look younger.”
“I’m already baby faced, get it off!”
When his phone timer went off you both tread into his bathroom to remove it, the space was slightly too small for two, both of you constantly bumping hips.
“Get away from me, stinky.” Peter pulled into the corner while giving his chin circular motions after you scolded him for dragging his skin down.
“If you want to shower with me just say so.” You winked at him in the mirror, you patted a towel on your face to remove any leftover moisture then waited to hand it off to Peter once he rinsed his own off.
“That’s gross.” He still tore it from your hands and patted his own, softer after you screamed “Gentle!”
“What is, the face mask?”
“No, sharing a towel.”
You pulled a neutral face, “Wait until you find out about all the other things we’ve shared.”
“Is that a sexual innuendo? I’m calling HR.”
A yawn exchange was currently in place, you started it. Then Peter gave one, then you copied, and because you yawned he did, you opened your mouth to rinse and repeat when he pushed your face to the side with his hand.
“Stop it, go to bed.” His voice was teasing, “You stuffed me! I’m being lulled to sleep in the comfort of your arms.”
You had both started on opposite sides of the couch, then you shifted to the middle, then stretched your legs out on his lap and he lightly scratched at your shins. Then halfway through the first movie you swapped so his fingers were scratching at your scalp. And somewhere between a bathroom break and the start of the second movie you sauntered back over to the couch but on Peter’s half.
“Open sesame.” You made a parting motion at his crossed arms.
He opened and dropped his arms like dead weight and watched as you pulled them in whatever position you liked, you finally settled on laying with your butt against his hip, one arm was crossed under your head as a pillow and the other was thrown over your chest.
“Finished fluffing me?”
“This pillow talks too much.”
You both stayed like that for a movie and a half, Peter had to pee so bad his eyes were watering but he refused to break the cuddles. He never, ever wanted to leave your side again.
“Go to bed, it’s okay.” He watched you wiggle up with a stretch. You picked up the soft throw blanket to follow in with you, you blinked at Peter and waited for him to rise. When he didn’t move you poked his shin with a toe, “Are you coming or staying up?” His eyebrows stretched, “You want me to come? I was prepared to crash in May’s.”
“You think I chose a sleepover to sleep alone? Rude.”
“No! I just didn’t expect to share a bed. I know we’re in this inbetween stage, I didn’t want to rush anything.”
“Well, I want to share a bed. So, share a bed we may.”
Peter rose in an instant, clicking the TV off with the remote, darkness enveloped the room, you blinked to adjust Peter’s frame. He rested a hand on your lower back to guide you into his room.
“Yes ma’am.”
He sunk into bed and reset the pillows, his jaw dropped when you raised your shirt above your head and ripped off a sports bra.
“Oh my god, boobs.”
“What? These old things?”
“Boobs. I see boobs right now.”
You giggled and gave your chest a little shake, his head darted back and forth with the movement. It was like shaking a treat at a dog.
“Last time you saw them you wanted nothing to do with em!”
He shook his head, “That’s because you were drunk, someone had to make a good decision.”
“I wasn’t that drunk, I still remember that whole night and gag when I think about it.”
Peter kept trying to go between your face and chest, he was doing his best at looking at you, but you saw the subtle drop down and back up.
“Wanna touch them?”
He gasped and his face lit up.
“For real?”
“For real.”
Peter made grabby hands, and kissing sounds. You laughed at his childish demeanor and kneeled on his bed, chest in his face.
“This is so much better than Christmas.”
He chewed his bottom lip.
“I’m gonna touch them.”
“Go ahead.” You pushed your chest forward.
“Like right now.”
“I’m wondering why you haven’t.”
“I’m waiting for you to say, “just kidding, you’re a perv.””
“Not gonna happen.”
“Okay then, I’m grabbing them yiddies.”
And he did, he grabbed one in each hand and jiggled, then giggled when they danced in his face.
You slapped his hands away, “oh my god, I didn’t think you would actually do it, you perv!”
His face dropped with his hands, until he saw your smile. “Menace.” He grabbed them again, then couldn’t help himself.
Mesmerized, his words were filled with filth despite the innocence of his words.
“So pretty, baby.” So soft, so quiet.
Only for your ears.
“Says you, handsome.” Just as private as his, he shook his head, almost disappointed that you didn’t get it.
“Are you sure you wanna cover these back up?” He moved his hands to watch them bounce one more time before you slapped them off, pushing off the bed to slide your shirt back over.
Crawling back into bed next to him you moved to cuddle him, leg thrown over his hip, hand tracing his chest while your head rested on his quick heartbeat.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Uh oh.” He twirled his finger around your hair.
“It’s nothing bad! I swear.”
This is pillowtalk. Peter loves and misses pillowtalk.
“Alright, run it by me.”
“Sex. Thoughts, opinions, ideology?”
“Sex good.”
“So insightful, that will be quoted in years to come.”
“Why are you asking me about sex?”
“This isn’t asking me things, time, it’s me asking you things, time.”
He stayed silent, he wouldn’t respond to you without an answer. When he acted dominating it was always a rush.
“Uh! I guess I mean, ya know.”
He truly didn’t know, but if he knows you, and he does, he had to take a guess.
“You want to know if I want to have sex with you?”
“You don’t have to say it like that.” You muffled the words in his shirt.
Why were you so coy?
He laughed, “Baby, I don’t think there’s another way to say that.”
You waited, he didn’t answer.
“Well?”
“Hm.” He poked your side, “You first.”
You turned to his face with an open mouth, “No way! I asked you first.”
He rolled his eyes. “No you didn’t, I had to guess what you were trying to ask.”
“Same thing! You always know what I mean, that’s why you’re my boyfriend!”
A pause, no one moved or said anything.
“I mean, before you totally ruined everything and dumped me and now caused yourself to be in this period of space and time due to the choices you’ve made up to this point in life, which is why you are not my current boyfriend, but you were in a past timeline and a possible future timeline. Speaking of which, when you told May getting back together may fail what did you mean by that? You think I may not take you back, or this will end with us officially, officially ending it?”
Peter blinked slowly, that was so much at once.
“That was so much at once.”
You looked around the room, word vomit was always a bad habit of yours. And usually with Peter, he had a way of getting you to spill your guts.
“I appreciate the clarification on the boyfriend status, but you didn’t have to be so brutal, damn.” He took a breath, “Second, I am trying to win you back, not the other way around. You already have me, so when I say this may fail, I mean it. At the end of the day, you have final say and I really may have ruined this for real.”
“I panicked.” You didn’t mean to sound so harsh.
“I know you did.”
“I know what I can say back to that.”
“What’s that?”
“You’re not my boyfriend.”
“I know, sweetheart.”
“Yet.”
“Oh, word?” He held up his hand for a fist bump.
“Word.” You tapped knuckles.
“Now, what was that about wanting to rattle my bones?”
You rolled your eyes, “Oh my god, just say fuck.”
“I have never said fuck in that context, it’s dirty.”
“Peter! Sex is dirty, and that’s okay. Just say it, c’mon.”
“Not happening, it makes me feel weird. I feel like I got a pass from my parents to cuss one time, and it doesn’t feel right.”
“Peter if you don’t say you want to fuck me right now, I will give you a purple nurple.”
“I would love to, fu- Nope, not happening, it’s wrong.”
“Of course it’s wrong, don’t be nice!”
“I am nice! That's all I have, unlike you! Menace.”
“That’s toxic, now say it with your chest. “I wanna fuck you.” Just like that.”
“I wanna… you.” He turned his head and mumbled the middle part.
“You wanna do what?”
“Fu..” He mumbled the rest and coughed in his fist, cheeks pink.
“One more time, I know you’ve got it in you.”
He groaned and tugged at his curls, “Nope, moment is over. Not happening, not my fault you couldn’t hear me.”
“Ugh, fine.” You pulled away from him to get one last bathroom trip in, then jumped into bed and laughed when Peter held his arms out like he could steady the bed.
That’s something he would’ve scolded you for, he stayed silent.
On the brink of total slumber Peter whispered in your ear, he was currently holding you from behind, his arms wrapped around you and he was pressed against you.
“Can I be little spoon?”
You throw his arm off you and turn around, his face right in yours.
“Of course I can jetpack!”
Then you press a chaste kiss to his mouth, you pull back before he can register.
“Goodnight, Petey.”
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Why was everyone looking at you?
It felt like a movie, walking into school everyone had turned their head and watched you.
It was a dream, it had to be. Maybe you forgot pants, nope, you have pants on. Maybe someone buzzed your hair off, nope, every hair was still there. Maybe it was someone behind you, nope, just you.
You were beginning to feel self conscious, the pressure was on for no reason.
Why was everyone looking at you?
Oh. That’s why.
Every single locker in the senior hall had a post it note.
Each square is a different color.
Each had the same words.
“Peter loves Y/N.”
You slowly walked the halls in awe, looping around to see that he had actually put one on each cage of blue metal.
Every locker had his declaration of his love, except for yours.
No, your’s was an entire collage, canary yellow post its covered the entire thing, only your combination lock was visabile. In bright red, boldly written across, “I LOVE YOU.” Over, and over, and over again.
MJ approached your locker and nodded her head impressed, she always told Peter actions speak louder than words, looks like he finally listened.
Unable to break your gaze away for more than two seconds you glance at her and look back at what you consider an art piece.
“Be honest,” You look at her once more, “Do you think he loves me?”
And she laughs, a rare full body shake laugh. You can’t help but laugh with MJ, it was contagious.
“If he does, he doesn't show it well.”
You sigh and look around the hallway once more.
“Yeah, it’s really hard to tell.”
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“There’s my little artist!” You kiss your fingers at Peter.
“Is that a short joke? You know I’m sensitive.”
“And you know you’re a short king.”
You set your backpack on the lunch table before sitting next to him, and stare in awe. It was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever experienced, you would be reliving this moment forever.
How could you not make him yours right now?
“So you noticed?”
You laugh, “I’m pretty sure everyone did. I think Mrs. Bender was jealous.”
“Okay, you need to stop with the Mrs. Bender isn’t getting laid.”
“Well, she shouldn’t act like she’s not getting dick.”
“But it’s okay when you do?”
“That is so mean, you have no idea, you are so toxic to me.”
“Am I wrong?”
“Yes! I get dick!”
“Oh yeah, from where?”
“I have hoes!”
“Name five.”
“Well, I have you.”
Peter makes a buzz noise, “It’s been almost five months, plus that was when we were dating. I can’t be a hoe if we’re dating.”
“You can absolutely be a hoe while dating.”
“Sure. Four more names, I’m waiting.”
“I mean, there was this one guy.” You look to the side, oh, you were being truthful.
Peter thinks it was that guy you talked about at the party with your friends.
“Nathan?”
“How did you know?” You look back at his face, nothing really happened and you felt the need to tell him that. Even though you were broken up you didn’t want him to think of you like that.
“Lucky guess.” He winked.
If he was bothered he was playing it off good.
“It wasn’t what you think.”
“What do you think, I think?”
“That I fucked him.”
Peter winced, he hated the word. So vulgar.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Would it bother you if I did?”
Why did you want him to be bothered by that?
“I don’t know, which is why I don’t think about it. We were broken up, I can’t hold that over your head. But it doesn’t feel nice knowing someone else got to see and feel the same parts I did.”
“Have you hooked up with someone else?” Sure, try and level the playing field.
“Nope. I am untainted, I was a good little boy.” He grinned at you proudly.
“Can I tell you about it? It isn’t super bad, but I will throw in a PG-13 warning, depictions of sex.”
Peter grumbled.
“If you gotta.”
“I just don’t want you to think I’m a whore.” You nibbled on your lip.
“Pause. I would never, and if that’s why you want to tell me, don’t. If you want to tell me to share that information with me, because you want to, then please do.”
“He sucked. I swear.”
Peter nods, but it still feels like you’re trying to make him feel better.
“I was a little too drunk and he was all over me, and I really missed you and he was there. He didn’t even kiss me, he asked me to suck him off and I refused, then he said he would go down on me so I would suck his dick, then I don’t know what he was doing down there but I swear he was just pretending, Peter. I felt nothing.”
“Then what?” He waited for you to continue after he took a bite from his turkey and wheat.
“I got up and left. I was so pissed at my friends for letting me go into that room with him.”
“I should get you an ‘I survived’ medal.”
You laughed and rested your forehead on his shoulder, nodding before looking at him.
“Question?”
“Whatcha what?”
You blinked and looked at his mouth. He deserved a kiss, he made you the school’s star for the day, every one knew how much Peter Parker loved you.
“Kissy?”
He shook his head lightly.
“What did I say about asking?”
You shrug, innocence taking front place. You always got so shy when you confessed something to him.
“I like it, it feels special.”
“Okay then, ask me anytime you want a kiss.”
“I want a kiss.”
“Well, that’s more of a statement than a question, but I appreciate the enthusiasm, so come closer.”
And you did, where he met you with a kiss. This one felt normal, it felt like home. It felt like every kiss you had before the break up, it was beginning to feel like it never happened and you weren’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.
It sure did feel like a good thing though.
“Hi cuties! Are we dating yet or still feeling it out?” Betty Brant broke up the kiss, Ned trailing in behind her with two lunch trays.
“That line was so long, I am never doing Friday fish tacos again.” Ned sat down and wiped fake sweat from his forehead, his girlfriend sank next to him and pouted, “But I love Friday fish tacos.”
Ned nods sternly. “I will be doing Friday fish tacos again.”
Betty smiles and straightens her posture.
“Dating?”
Ned nods to you two turned into each other.
“You look like a couple.”
You wrap your hand around Peter’s arm.
“Yeah, a couple of besties!”
“Not the friendzone.” Peter’s voice is panicked.
“Not dating?” Betty frowns, she is more invested in this than you thought.
You smile at her for caring. “Not yet. I’m waiting for Peter to ask.” You bump your shoulder with his.
Peter raises his head from his carrots, he crunches on one.
“I don’t think I will.” You think he’s joking, but you quickly realize he’s not.
“What do you mean?”
He shrugs, “I think it would make more sense for you to ask me. I’m the one trying to win you back.”
“Then ask?” You’re confused.
“I feel like I already have, I’m just waiting on the yes.”
Betty looks between you two frantically, Ned is busy assembling tacos. He’s used to these conversations between you two, he’s seen more than he can count.
“But you haven’t asked since we started this.”
“Okay, if I asked now would you say yes?”
You chewed your lip.
“I don’t know.”
Peter raised his hand.
“That is exactly why you should ask me.”
“But that’s scary!”
“You can do it, I believe in you.”
“How about I tell you when I want you to ask me.”
It’s almost the same thing.
“No, I want you to ask me. I asked the first time.”
“I don’t know how to ask you!”
“Find a way, make it your way. There is no wrong or right way, just make sure you’re clear.”
“Do you mean don’t accidentally say it like last weekend?”
“There was a hint, yes.”
You looked at Betty and winked.
“What if I get down on one knee and ask?”
“Okay. There is one wrong way.”
“Super public too, maybe I’ll slide a twenty to the jumbotron camera guy at the Mets.”
“Nightmare fuel.” Peter shuddered.
Both you and Betty cracked up.
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May was shocked to see your face, yet again Peter has yet to fail to announce your presence.
“Hi! What a surprise to see you again!”
You melted into a hug, you spoke into her neck.
“It’s a surprise for Peter too, I’m hoping for a surprise sleepover, I missed him a little too much tonight.” You whispered the last part, a little too much confession.
“Always. Always, always welcome.” She placed a kiss on your temple and pulled you in.
“Peter! Your girlfriends here!”
“Yeah, Peter! Your girlfriends here!” You mimicked May’s words and shared a giggle.
Peter emerged from his room, tugging up the zipper on his hoodie. His face went from shock to excitement, bouncing over to you.
“Hi, handsome!” You held your hands out for a hug, his arms wrapping around your middle and squeezing tight, he rocked you back and forth. You weren’t the only one missing him more than usual.
He pulled back and tilted his head, before he could ask a question you beat him to the punch. May watched in silence, happy to see the moment take place. The moment you fell back in love, truly and fully.
“Kiss?” You puckered and waited.
“Course.” He leant in, you settled for the quick pecks.
Peter looked over your outfit and put the pieces together.
“Sleepover?”
You nod with a grin, “Sleepover!”
Your eyes widened, you whipped your head at May.
“Please, please tell me you got more popcorn.”
“Ultimate butter. And, strawberry ice cream.” She smiled at your immediate grin.
“I’m home,” you wipe a fake tear from under your eye.
You turned your head back to Peter with a puppy dog look, batting your eyelashes and clasped your hands and twisted.
“Petey,” You drew out the name.
“Baby,” He tilted his tone.
“Can you please make me some popcorn, pretty please.”
“Be honest, did you come here for the popcorn?” It was supposed to be a joke.
You scoff, “Don’t be ridiculous, I only came for you. I missed you, best friend.”
“That’s cute.” Peter grinned at you and looked towards May who was currently melting.
“You’re cute,” You turned your head to May, “Close your eyes, May. Peter’s gonna lay one on me.”
You made grabby hands for his neck to bring him closer, “It better be a juicy one, May isn’t looking.” And she wasn't, she chose to walk away for a moment, leaving you both for a joyful reunion, even if it’s only been a few hours.
You asked, Peter delivered. His kiss left your head spinning, you always wondered if he felt the same. He sometimes would leave you in such a head high you felt like you were in a daze.
“Do you feel like that after a kiss?” You were so loopy you forgot to share what you were thinking.
“Like there’s nothing else like that feeling, it feels so warm and comforting. Like, it really feels like total love, and I swear you make me feel high sometimes, it’s like time stops.”
“I know what you mean, it’s like no one else but us matters.”
“You are the only thing that exists for me in that moment, and there is nowhere else I’d ever want to be.”
Peter groaned, “Come on now, how am I supposed to follow that one up?”
You grinned, “You can start with making me some popcorn.”
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It was only a matter of time.
Peter was already yours, all you had to do was ask. The only thing holding you back was the why.
It had to happen soon, you would slip and you swore to yourself you wouldn’t be his girlfriend again until he tells you why you have to ask him to be yours once more.
Winter break was taking place, and you were currently on Peter Parker's lap grinding down on fleece pajama pants while he was gripping at a breast kissing down your neck while you groaned and tug at his hair.
There was absolutely nothing wrong with sharing personal wants with a person you desire.
“Is that what you say to make yourself feel better about sucking my dick?”
“Oh, so you can say that but not ‘I want to fuck you?’”
“Yes.”
“Oh my god, Peter.”
Sex started a week or two after that last sleepover, it was getting cold and you begged for more warmth even when tucked into his side, and so you backed up into him, butt against his groin, that was normal.
Except his hand was squashed down in the middle, so you dug one hand behind you trying to lift it out the way as you scooch, back, and back, and back, and oh, there it was.
It was pressing harder into your back, you wondered if you should pull away, wake Peter up or see how far it would go if you fell into it casually.
You rub, you grind, you feel Peter’s hand grab tightly at your hip to hold it steady.
“Baby?” It was warning, his voice was dull and rough, you were the first thing out his mouth.
“Yes?” It was a whisper, you knew what you were doing. He could hear that too.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” His grip faltered under a hard pressed grind, he groaned and pressed your hip away.
“Yes.” You grabbed at the hand on your waist and pulled it up your shirt, his cool hand sent chills up your chest.
“You want me to take care of you?” The switch, from innocence to dominant, playful to serious. This was your Peter.
“Please,” It was a whimper.
“Just lay right there, I know what you want.”
He started to press kisses down your neck disappearing below the sheets, kisses never stopped.
And he did know what you wanted, he always did.
Always, always, always.
At that moment you only had one question.
‘What’s the point of asking? He’s already mine anyways.’
Now, it was bleeding into day three of living at the Parkers, it had been like this accidently since winter break started. May had gone away for a work trip and Peter’s place became a crash pad, it was just one night, and then one more and it’s probably going to be one more tonight too.
“Peter…” You sighed off the words, his kisses coming to a stop.
He grinned up at you, and as lovely as this was you didn’t want to miss the parade down a couple blocks.
“I want you to do something for me.”
His eyes widened, his voice in a soft hush.
“Anything.”
“Say, say you wanna fuck me,”
Peter groaned and tossed you off his lap.
“You could’ve just said you didn’t want to be late to the parade, but no.”
“God you are so in tune with me, it’s such a turn on.”
“Yeah, yeah. Butter me up now so I’ll give in and spend twelve bucks on a churro for you.” He waved you off and stood swapping pajamas for denim.
“But they’re filled with chocolate, Peter!”
“You’re lucky I love you.” He kissed your forehead and moved past you to look for a warmer jacket, his words lit a fire in you.
It’s obvious he loves you and while you haven’t said the words back you know he knows you do too. He’s been more giving with the words of affection, each time felt like a secret. Like, of course he does but, he doesn’t have to share that with you.
“Again,” He turns and tilts his head.
“Kiss?” He approaches to peck at your forehead, you go to step back but let him place one more.
“No.”
“No?”
“Again.” You repeat the words.
“Kiss?” You step back this time, “No, again.”
His eyes brighten, “Oh, I love you.”
You bite your bottom lip, “One more time?”
“I love you!” He cheers the words and pulls a beanie on.
“Peter,” You pause, you weren’t sure what he thought it would mean if you said it back.
“I know, I know you do.”
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The parade was packed, there were rows of people pressed into the barricade.
Mostly families, moms and dads and grandmas had babies and toddlers rested on shoulders or a hip so they could get a good glance at Santa when he rode by. Rows of streets were blocked off, each street off the main parade route was filled with food trucks and popup booths of home-made crafts.
Peter and you strode hand in hand down each street, on one he bought you hot chocolate, which you shared. The next you got your churro, which you shared. One of the streets you passed a small canopy with homemade christmas tree ornaments, there was one in decorated ceramic. A delicate Lily of the Valley decorated the front and the year was painted in black and circled.
It felt like the breath was knocked from you, you remembered the meaning when Peter gave you one, a return to happiness. There was no clearer message from the universe.
“Babe?” You called out for your other half, who had slipped away looking for anything May would find special.
“Yeah?” He was calling from the otherside, his head was stuck in a bin shuffling through miniature stuffed bears.
“C’mere. I found something.”
You felt his hand press against your lower back, his chin sunk to your shoulder.
“Look.” You raised the string and watched as it slowly twisted in the wind, his eyes staring until they lit with recognition.
“Holy shit!” Peter reached his hand out to grab it, he had to feel it. It was real.
“We have to get it, right?” Both of you spoke at the same time.
You flushed pink, Peter grinned and poked your side.
“Hey, man! How much is this one?”
You watched and played with Peter’s gloves while he interacted with the man. He approached with a proud smile and a small black bag, he waved the receipt in his hand and stuck his hand out to yours.
“Can I ask a question?”
“You know, one of these days I’m going to ask that back.”
“And I’ll answer just like you do.”
“Yes, dear?”
“Can I have a kiss?”
“Oh, you.” He grumbled and pulled you in regardless, his nose was cold on your cheek, when you pulled away you rubbed your face against it to help warm it up some.
“Can I tell you something?”
“Anything,” He was walking you forward, looking for the best view that didn’t take away from any kid's sight. You were enthralled with his hand in yours, scooting you by other strangers.
“I know how I’m going to ask.”
He turned his head back at you in question, pulling you to the side after checking it was a good spot.
“Ask what, baby?”
“How I’m going to ask you to be my boyfriend.”
“If it includes you getting on one knee I’m gonna say no.”
“What if I get on both?”
Peter pointed to the church both of your backs were resting against, your grin dropped shyfully.
“I didn’t mean it,” You mumbled to the building.
“Yes she did.” Peter whispered back, you slapped him on the arm.
“Okay then, how?”
“I can’t tell you that!” You sputtered at him, it was like telling him his birthday present.
“What? Then why would you tell me that?”
“Because I wanted to let you know I knew how I was going to do it.”
“Oh I see, you were too excited to keep it a true surprise but you also want it to be surprising enough you won’t give me any true details.”
“Remember what I said about what a big turn on that is?”
Peter looked back at the church and rolled his eyes.
“Told you she wasn’t kidding.”
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“Okay, let’s get it out of the way so this can really get started.”
Peter looked around confused, your voice came from nowhere. Where were you?
“Over here, nerd.”
You poked your head out from behind a street sign, and watched as Peter threw his head left and right until he spotted you, the whites on his mask widening then dropping, you knew he was full of smiles.
“Hi, baby!” Peter looked behind him once more before dropping to the ground below him, you ran into an alleyway behind him, and checked to see him slowly creep in behind you.
“Kiss?” When he finally approached, he turned his head to check behind him and shook his head solemnly.
“I don’t think so, baby.”
You frown. Peter never refused a kiss request, in the suit or out. And, if you were far from the street, a quick kiss wouldn’t be the end of the world.
“Why not? My lips are so cold, I forgot my boyfriend’s jacket.” You winked then corrected yourself, “I mean, my friend that is a boy.”
“I, uh,” He looked around once more then quickly stepped up to you, he pulled his mask just barely above his nose then leaned in. You were unable to even press back into the kiss before he stepped away and returned his mask to a normal position, then he looked above him quickly.
“Is everything okay?” You follow his eyesight and look around with him.
“Yeah! Are you okay?”
“I’m okay, are you sure you’re okay?”
You watched as he kept looking around, he was almost acting like he was about to get caught doing something he shouldn’t.
“Are you cheating on me?” He missed the tilt in your voice, just teasing.
Peter whipped his head back at you, he started to pull at his mask but stopped himself and sunk it tightly back on his face.
“What? No, not at all.”
“You look like you’re about to get caught with me,” You poke at his chest and he steps back some, he doesn’t miss the flash of hurt in your eyes.
This was the first time you’ve approached him as Spider-Man since the break up, Peter has tried everything possible to keep you away as the masked hero, and you hadn't noticed. Until now, because now you begin to wonder if this was why.
Peter was acting awkward, and he never did around you. Around you, Peter was methodical, confident, suave and in love. Right now it seemed like he wanted you gone.
“I mean, maybe. You never know who’s watching, I don’t need the media on the case of Spider-Man’s secret girlfriend.”
You frown once more, you can’t press on it now. He would try and back himself into a corner where nothing was wrong, then that would cause him anxiety because he’s lying and you know how much he hates backtracking after a lie.
“Do you want me to leave? We can talk later.” You question him and go to place your hands around his biceps but pull back halfway through, you caught the hint, he didn’t want you all over him right now.
Peter caught your hands and pulled him then to rest on his chest.
“You can touch me, baby.” He chuckled slightly, but you caught the nerves in his voice.
“Give me a kiss and I’ll leave?” You blinked at your boy, he shook his head lightly.
“You said you wanted to talk about something, what’s up?”
“It’s okay, it doesn’t seem like you want me here right now.” Really, it was okay.
You know Peter is frowning behind his mask.
“Of course I want you here, tell me what’s going on?”
You moved your hands to his shoulders and gave a squeeze, then moved your head to look around. You didn’t get why he was on edge, but you respected it.
Upon realizing no one was in the area you stepped in for a hug, immediately filled with warmth the shocking breeze seemed to dull outside. Winter break was ending soon and coming back to school with ‘I got a boyfriend for Christmas, what about you?’ seemed like the biggest flex imaginable.
Instantly, Peter had his hands wrapped around your back. You felt the slight groove of his gloves running up and down your back, he leant his head into yours and you know if his mask was off he would be pressing kisses to the top of your head.
After squeezing tightly one last time you pulled away and smiled brightly at him.
“How much longer will you be out here?”
“Probably a few more hours, I’ll be home around dinner.” He starts to slightly scratch down your arms.
“Wanna go out?”
You hum, “We can, I wanna talk to you first, though.”
“Everything good?” He was asking if he was in trouble.
“Yeah! Kiss?”
“Tell me what’s up first.” He was bartering, he was on edge now.
“Hm, nope. I’ll see you later, babe. Kiss?”
“Are you mad?” He meant because you caught onto him not wanting you here.
“Not at all, if it’s okay with you I was gonna head to yours and get a nap in before I see you later.”
“Course it is. Need a key?” You gave yours back after the break up.
“May’s not home still?”
He shook his head, “Weather pushed back the flight, because of the ice she’s not sure when she’ll be back.”
“Boo, key please.” You held out your hand and opened and closed it quickly, begging for the key.
“Hold on, baby.” Peter stepped away and jumped halfway up the wall peeling off his backpack from behind a ledge, then turned to make sure you were looking. He started to lightly swing it your way letting you know he was about to toss it down, you readed your hands and yelled “Hut!” before he dropped it at you.
You caught it with a grunt, then unzipped the small outer pocket and stuck your hand in searching for the key, startled you kept your hand in the same position as it was before Peter, quite literally ripped it from your hands.
“Sorry! I have something in here you can’t see yet.”
He pushed the key in your hand and closed your fist around it.
“Here, sorry again, baby.”
You narrowed your eyes, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
“You’re cuter, otherwise I wouldn’t put up with that attitude.” You caught a wink through the mask.
“Toxic. Give me a kiss, and make it a real one.”
“As opposed to a fake one?”
“You didn’t give me a good kiss earlier and you know it.”
“Every kiss with you is a good kiss.”
You whine at his flirting.
“Please, Petey.” You pout, you know you’ve got him cornered.
“Alright, c’mere.” He calls you closer with his hands and turns with his back to the street.
“You wanna lift it or me?”
You stare in awe, you missed pulling the mask off.
“Me!” You tug it up past his lips, then roll it over his nose. But, at this point you might as well just take the whole thing off, right? Worth a try at least, you wrap your hands around his neck and pull him in for a kiss. His own hands wrap around your waist and pull you in tighter, you pull back slightly.
“It’s rubbing my nose, hold on.” You tug it higher, and place one more kiss.
Then you pull back again and slowly push it up, he tightens his grip but says nothing.
This was one of those moments where he would scold you but was letting you get away with it, at this point you know it’s because he doesn’t want to mess anything up. You can’t help but wonder how long you can drag this out.
In one movement you tug the entire thing off, “Hi, handsome.”
“Hi,” He whispers.
His curls framed his forehead nicely, you’ve been begging every week for him not to cut it. Your requests would soon be ignored, you knew Peter could only handle it so long before he chopped it. If you took a guess he would get it cut before school restarted, you only had one more week of his long hair.
“I love your curls so much, please never cut them.”
“I will absolutely cut them.”
“One more week?”
“You’re pushing it.”
“For me?”
“In that case, one more week.”
“Thank you, babe.”
You press a delicate kiss to his cheek and shiver slightly.
“Can I have a kiss before I go?”
He gives in, and it’s a nice kiss. You both lean in for a while before a sharp chill runs up your spine, you then decide it’s time to curl under his sheets and wait for him to come warm you up entirely.
“I’m leaving, it’s cold.”
You press his mask into his chest and lean in for one more kiss.
“See you later.”
“Wait! Can you take my bag?” He holds it out with a pleading smile, you tug it into your chest and contemplate tugging out his jacket and wrapping it around you. You could take the subway but despite the nips of cold you felt like walking, maybe so Peter knows you’ve gotten home safe.
“Can I open it for your coat?”
He said there was something in it you weren’t supposed to see yet, you would respect that.
“Yeah, just please don’t go poking around the outside zipper.”
“Got it, see you later!”
You turned to leave, he called after you.
“Bye, baby! Love you.”
You didn’t think, it was automatic.
“Love you too!”
You didn’t process what you said, it felt like second nature.
Peter felt like he couldn’t breathe, he felt warm from inside out. From this point on nothing would get him down, the girl he loved with all his heart, the same girl that was hurt by him still loves him. He assumes he’s done it right, he finally thinks he may have won you back.
You told Peter you wanted to talk, then said you loved him.
Peter thinks he’s going to be a boyfriend before midnight hits.
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Time was ticking, you and Peter had been getting back into normal behavior, it felt as real as it did before the break up. And honestly, you kind of see it as a blessing. You don’t think you would’ve realized how much you mean to yourself if that’s all you didn’t have after he ended it.
It hurt, alot. No one talks about how physical break ups can feel, you feel them in your gut. Stomach twisting at every end, like a small man is twisting knots in your intestines. Then in your chest, the worst kind of heartburn alive eats at you, red searing hot pain that bleeds down through your body. It feels like every heart string is being pulled and snapped with each release. It affects your senses too, nothing sounds or tastes good anymore, at least not when Peter didn’t make or suggest it. Your eyes felt like there was nothing to focus on, your ears felt clogged, no one's words meant anything unless they were coming from Peter. You felt numb to the touch, so cold all the time, no one to warm you.
Heartbreak is something you would truly never wish on your worst enemy.
But now, everything tastes just a little bit better. And your heart still hurts some, but it’s because it beats a bit faster when Peter’s around. And your stomach wasn’t filled with knots but flutters, not nerves but excitement. Your ears came attuned to listen for Peter’s hums or muffled songs under his breath, you listen for his late night whispers about what the writer’s should’ve done for that episode, or you listen to him lightly snore in the quiet hum of his room in the middle of the night because he’s there, and you’re there. And you’re not so cold anymore, chills still happen but it’s no longer a to the bone chill. It’s a, this is chilly, but I have someone to warm me backup at home.
Peter felt like a constant hug.
You’re pretty sure that’s love.
And if you loved him he should be your boyfriend, but to be your boyfriend again he needs to explain why it ended. You were slowly breaking down that wall, you’ve asked yourself for weeks now if it was that important, but you know it is. Because, why else have you held out so long?
You don’t think in your heart everything could be forgiven without the why.
That’s why you were here tonight.
Peter came in around eight, for a moment you think he forgot you were here. He entered through the window, because you had his key. Then immediately ripped his mask off, slammed the button on his chest and kicked the suit away before groaning and stretched to the ceiling.
“Hello, Clarise.”
He jumped then smiled, “Hi, baby!”
Peter looked over at you swaddled in his bed, now sitting his dark blue comforter swarming your body. Cheeks tinted due to the warmth but you refused to move, choosing to instead take sips of water from the bottle on his nightstand.
“Good nap?”
You hum and copy his stretch, “So good, did I get you those boxers?” You think they were a just thinking of you gift, they had little calculators on them.
He looks down, “I think so, what did you do today, little miss?”
You yawn, still blinking the sleep away. “I used your laptop for Netflix.”
“Please don’t tell me you used my account.”
“Of course I did, what’s yours is mine.”
“You always mess up my recommendations, I just got it off of reality tv.”
“And now it’s back.”
Peter just blinked blankly at you.
“I think it’s cute that you still had the passcode set to my birthday.”
“Of course I did, they’re the only numbers burned into my brain.”
“If you changed it I think I would’ve lost it, I mean full blown cry.”
“Nope, if I got a new girlfriend I would have to come up with some cover story for that.”
“You would let other girls use your Netflix?” You pout and wobble your lip.
“I let you, don’t I?” Peter walks around the room and grabs his towel hanging on the other side of his closet door.
“Well, yeah. But I’m special.”
“If it makes you feel better, you would always be the one that got away. No girl could live up to that.” He shrugs and throws his towel over his shoulder.
“And you would have to die alone?”
“I would have to die alone.”
“No other option?”
“None.”
You turn your head and nod, he’s great at winning the boyfriend tests.
“Shower?” You nod at the towel, he starts to make his way to the bedroom door.
“We can get food after, you decide.”
“Cook, take out, or dine in?”
“You choose.” He grins at you and turns to head to the bathroom.
“My choice?” You call after.
“Yours.”
You wait until you hear the shower start, then throw off the blankets and race down the hallway.
“I’m choosing a shower with Peter!”
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I wish it didn't make me cut it off here, don't worry, final part is coming!
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Hawkeye Masterlist
A Good Feeling (ao3) - dentalfloss
T, 81k
Summary: “You work for SHIELD” Barton spat the agencies title at Coulson as though it were the nastiest cuss he knew. “We have nothing more to talk about.” Which was all good and fine, except-
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Or: the one where Clint may be a pretty formidable assassin for hire, but he was broke and his brother needed help he couldn’t afford so he needed a legitimate job for a little while. How fortunate Stark Tower was hiring.
Aim (ao3) - visiblemarket
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Eight days these assholes have had Barnes and he’s not going to let them keep him for another hour, much less another day. He doesn’t have anything to prove, but he sure as hell isn’t going to give anyone any reason to question his actions, either.
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pre clint/bucky
T, 45k
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“They’re also with us,” Clint stated, not amused and clearly not giving two shits about anyone’s actual opinion of the matter as he stood there with a marmoset on his shoulder, and Natasha Romanov and the Winter Soldier backing him up.
or: SHIELD handles things badly after Loki, and Clint doesn't take it well. Neither does Natasha.
Youngest In History (ao3) - Aggie2011
T, 55k
Summary: 18 year old Clint Barton was lost. Known only by "Hawkeye" since his escape from military prison, he works as a bow wielding assassin for hire. But a betrayal and an offer bring him to SHIELD and to Agent Phil Coulson who takes on the daunting task of rescuing Clint from his own darkness...and gives him an unexpected gift in the process...hope. Pre-Avengers, NOT slash
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A Rose of Winter - Chapter 9
Summary: All Daniel wanted to do was escape the stifling life as a Stark of Winterfell and travel the world. Between the looming threat North of The Wall and the den of lions in the capital, he unexpectedly finds love in the midst of a war set to tear Westeros apart. Caught between loyalty to his family and duty, he is torn in a thousand directions that all point to one man: Philip Flowers.
Rating: E (There are only a few smut scenes but it's an M for battles, war, and other adult topics)
Tags/warnings: I removed most triggers (no R or SA, no minors involved in sex, no gore). It does include: Deaths either written without details or in a poetic way if it's an important character (Dan and Phil, Ghost and Balerion will live but everyone else is fair game). Strangers to lovers, Slow Burn, missing each other. The prophecies and stories foreshadowed are fulfilled, a satisfying ending to the entire story without plot holes. Extreme canon divergence. Dan and Phil are not replacing characters, they were written in. GAME OF THRONES AU
Author's Note: This is my OSPBB 2022, Couldn't have done it without my betas @effingmeteors and @filisaceaf.
Word Count: Each chapter will be around 15k and have at least one Dan or Phil pov. The total wc is about 210k.
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SAM
Sam saw his brothers run, Jon looking over his shoulder with guilt, but he knew it was the right choice. “Go!” he screamed before realising his mistake. He tried not to cry, not to make any noise as he scrambled to the nearest rock and pressed his back to it. The army of the dead walked slowly, their mangled bodies barely dragging themselves through the blizzard. There were thousands of them, perhaps tens of thousands, he couldn’t be sure. It was absolutely terrifying but at least they seemed to not take account of his presence, as they mindlessly passed by him, except -
Something else passed at his side. An ominous figure riding a dead horse. It had no wounds or missing parts, unlike the rest. The creature appeared to be made entirely of ice and old, older than time itself; it had only a piece of fabric covering its body, long white hair with a matching beard and bright blue eyes. That thing had never been human; there was no doubt about it: it was a White Walker - one of the leaders of the army of wights. The creature turned its head to the side and caught sight of Sam, and staring into his eyes, it lifted one arm, pointing forward with its weapon as it let out a scream that could only be compared to the sound of ice cracking before continuing with the army.
Closing his eyes tightly and expecting the worst, Sam waited and waited until he could no longer see them marching south. Only then did he rise to his feet and ran to the south-west, hoping to get to more familiar territory while avoiding them.
Hours later, he saw someone with a black cloak sitting on the ground - a crow.
“Brother!” he called as he ran to the man, but when he finally saw him up close, he realised he was dead, in fact, his head lay on his lap. Sam looked at the body waiting for it to attack but it didn’t move.
He turned around when he heard someone else approaching from behind, a wildling carrying an axe, but again, it was a wight. It raised the axe, ready to strike, but the blow never came. Ghost caught him and dragged him away from Sam. No matter how much the wight struggled, Ghost kept him as far away as he could. Then, the Lord Commander Mormont pushed a torch to it, setting it ablaze and the wight finally stopped moving.
Before Sam could thank him, Mormont asked: “Did you send the ravens?”
Not having it in himself to respond, Sam shook his head.
“That was your job; that was your only job, Tarly!” Turning around to the group of crows, he said: “We need to reach The Wall as fast as possible. We need to let everyone know what’s coming.”
BRAN
The north, Westeros
Bran, Osha and Hodor continued their journey up north avoiding castles and towns. Trying not to cross anyone at all but it was hard to go on for hours and hours on end with next to no food. They often depended on what Summer could hunt for them and what Osha could gather and cook. Sometimes it was easier to sleep the day away rather than be awake while they dragged him around, so he took as many naps as possible.
Feeling the warmth of the sun on his skin, he closed his eyes and let sleep overtake him once again.
Letting out a deep sigh, Bran ran along Summer and followed the ravens who called him over and over, asking him to climb the tree.
Bran grabbed his bow and shot an arrow at the raven but he missed. Robb and Jon stood at his side, laughing at his terrible posture, but when he looked again they were gone.
“You can’t kill the raven, you know?” said a boy Bran had never seen before.
“Why not?” Asked Bran.
“Because the raven is you.”
A Three-Eyed Raven called his name. “Fly, Bran, Fly. You must learn to fly!”
“Go on. Follow the Three-Eyed Raven!” Said the blonde boy from a neighbouring tree.
Bran climbed the tree the raven was perched in, he climbed and climbed but in the back of his mind he heard his mother yelling, begging him to never climb again and he slipped, falling and falling backwards.
Bran gasped and sat up in his cart, panting.
Hodor looked at him in concern. “Hodor?”
“It was just a dream,” he said, shaking his head. Bran frowned thinking of the boy from his dream.
“Were you inside the wolf again?” Asked Osha as she sharpened a branch into a spear.
“No,” Bran said. “It was the Three-Eyed Raven again. It said -”
“Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know,” she snapped.
“You asked!” Huffed Bran.
“I don’t want to speak about the black magic.”
An eagle circled above them and Osha’s eyes widened. “We need to move. Someone will find us.”
Bran groaned. “Nobody even knows we are alive!”
Osha gathered her sleeping blankets and tucked them away before hurrying to finish her food. “There is always someone watching.”
Bran sighed, but on their way they went.
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They hadn’t ventured further north for long before it happened.
“Hello, Bran,” the blonde boy said, startling Osha and Hodor. A girl carrying a crossbow stood right next to him.
“Who are you?” Bran asked.
The boy walked over to Bran, studying him with a smile on his lips.
“You are not coming near him!” Osha said.
“I am not armed. I let my sister carry the weapons.”
Osha grabbed her and put a knife to the girl’s throat.
“We’ve met before,” the boy said.
“In my dream?” asked Bran
He nodded and smiled. “My name is Jojen Reed and this is my sister Meera.”
“Are you the son of Howland Reed?” Bran asked and smiled back when Jojen nodded. “Your father saved my father once!” He looked at Osha and nodded, letting her know that it was alright, they were safe.
“I am glad that he told you about that,” Jojen said.
“What are you doing here?” Bran looked between Jojen and his sister.
“I was looking for you! I came to help you get to the Three-Eyed Raven,” he replied as if it was obvious.
Bran’s jaw dropped open. “Do you know where he is?”
Jojen nodded. “He is beyond The Wall.”
TYRION
Tyrion sat across his father and cleared his throat.
“What are you doing here?” He asked without even looking up from the letters he was stamping his seal on. There were so many of them.
“Why do I have to want something from you? I am merely a son visiting his father. A father who has not stopped to see his wounded son.”
“Maester Pycelle assured me that your wounds were not fatal. What did you expect?”
“I organised the City’s defences for the attack while you held court at the ruins of Harrenhal, I led the army and bled on the battlefield as The King cowered behind the walls; I think a little gratitude would be nice.”
“Only singers and dancers demand praise. You are a Lannister. Do you think I asked for a garland of roses every time I was wounded in the battlefield?” His father sighed deeply. “I declared you The Hand in my stead, I gave you real power and what did you do? You slept with harlots and drank with criminals, just as usual.”
“Sometimes I drank with the harlots,” Tyrion said humorlessly.
“I have Seven Kingdoms to look after and three of them are in open rebellion. So, tell me what you want.”
“I want what is mine by right. Jaime is your eldest son, entitled to your lands and titles, but he is a Kingsguard, forbidden from marriage or inheritance.” He paused. “The day Jaime put on the white cloak he gave up his claim to Casterly Rock. I am your son and lawful heir.”
“You want Casterly Rock?”
“It is mine, by right.”
His father took a deep breath and gave him a stern look. “We’ll find accomodations more suited to your name and as a reward for your accomplishments during the Battle of Blackwater Bay. And when the time is right you will be given a position fit for your talents so that you can serve the family and protect our legacy and if you serve faithfully you will be rewarded with a suitable wife - and I’ll let myself be consumed by maggots before naming you heir to Casterly Rock.”
“Why?”
“Why? You ask that? You killed your mother to come into the world! You are an ill made spiteful little creature, full of envy, lust, and low cunning. Men’s laws give you the right to bear my name and wear my colours since I cannot prove that you are not mine. To teach me humility, the gods have made me watch you waddle about wearing that proud lion that was my father’s sigil and his father’s before him, but the god’s will take me before I let you turn Casterly Rock into your whore house.” He paused. “Go, now!”
Tyrion stood from his chair silently, resisting the urge to bring his hand to his chest to cover his broken heart, knowing that no matter what he did, no matter what he achieved, his father would never be proud of him, would never love him, and it was all for something he couldn’t control, something he did not choose and the terrible fate of his mother’s death. He walked to the door -
“Speak no more of your rights to Casterly Rock!”
Tyrion opened the door and left without looking back.
MARGAERY
Margaery smiled and set her plan in motion at once. On the first opportunity she got to get Joffrey’s attention as well as his people, she took it. She had been invited to join Joffrey for a tour of the most important buildings in King’s Landing, but as they were being carried through the poorest parts of the city, she asked the bearers to stop and exited her litter without guards or any other company.
An awful man who smelled even worse than stood in front of her, impeding her pass, but she smiled at him and walked around him with merely a “Pardon me.” She noticed Joffrey looking at her with rage from his litter but pretended not to see him as she turned and entered an orphanage. She sat among the children and asked about their families.
Some of them lost their parents due to illness or childbirth, but most of them were the product of the Battle of Blackwater Bay. It was truly sad, but she could do something for them which would also serve her. “Your fathers were brave men who fought alongside King Joffrey to defend the city from a terrible man; they saved us all. You should be very proud!”
The children smiled.
She opened her coinpurse to give one of the septas, but after considering it, she closed it again and gave it to her. “I will need a list of everything they need. You will never have to worry about funding again.”
“Thank you, My Lady. You are so very kind.”
“It is my pleasure as it is my duty.” She looked around all the small dirty faces. “Now come along, let’s sing a song before I go.”
“Are you leaving already, Lady Margaery?” asked a snotty child who reminded her a lot of Phil.
She sighed sadly. “I am afraid I must. The King is waiting for me, but I will be back soon. I promise!”
She would. In Highgarden something like this would never happen; there was simply good enough administration and attention to detail to keep their people clean and fed, not living like animals, but alas, she would become Queen and fix everything that needed fixing. It was a pity that she couldn’t fix The King.
He was beyond saving.
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“They reminded me of you,” she said.
Phil snorted. “Why? Were they incredibly charming?”
“Yes, and they looked very mischievous and had a dirty face.”
“I didn’t have a dirty face!” Phil laughed.
“You did. You were always so clumsy and ended up covered in dirt!”
“She is right, you know?” Loras said with a sad smile that made Phil’s stomach ache.
“Will you help me?” Margaery asked, looking between them.
Phil raised his eyebrows at her. “What do you need?”
“I need you to be charming and handsome, and help me speak to Sansa Stark and keep Joffrey happy.”
“I can help with Sansa,” Phil offered.
“Yes, Sansa would be no problem.”
“Fine,” she said with a tired sigh. “I’ll handle Joffrey myself.”
--
Dinner with Joffrey and Cersei was as boring as she had imagined, but the fact that they couldn’t stop arguing provided some sort of entertainment at least.
It didn’t take long for Joffrey to be on her side and support her charitable work and call his mother old when she covertly called him a coward. Margaery was well aware that Joffrey had not gone near the battlefield that night - or on any other occasion for that matter, but she was willing to pretend believing the tales of his heroic participation.
She made sure to mention how much food Highgarden was sending to ‘assist the Capital in time of need’ but phrased it as something that was expected of them, a given, instead of being a very generous part of their deal. Without food, King’s Landing wouldn’t survive three days; the poor would have all of the Lannister in pieces before the week was out.
They were not only awful rulers, but terrible administrators and never cared to connect with their people. They forgot that no matter how many guards money could buy, there would always be more poor people than nobles. If the poor rebelled, there would be no one left.
Margaery smiled and ate her dinner and dessert, watching Cersei with a smile, knowing that she was jealous of her youth and beauty and the daring gowns she could wear.
DAN
Robb's encampment, Westeros.
“Your Grace, there was a raven from Winterfell,” one of the bannermen said, and his expression let Dan know that it couldn’t be good. He shut his eyes and waited for whatever it was that he had to say.
“Did the Boltons take Winterfell back?” Robb asked.
“They did, but by the time Roose’s bastard managed to enter the castle it was over. The Ironborn were gone, the people slaughtered and on the bridge…”
“What about Bran?” He pressed.
“He wasn’t found but there was a burnt body hanging from the bridge, Your Grace. A boy around his age. They think -” He gave Robb the Tully pin their mother had left with Bran.
“No, it can’t be!” Robb said, his voice full of anger.
Dan hugged him, burying his face into his older brother’s chest. “Robb-” he choked.
Robb wrapped his arms around him and even though he didn’t say a word, Dan could feel him crying.
“Maester Luwin and Ser Rodrik were found dead among the others. I’m afraid there’s nobody -”
“Where is Theon?” asked Robb through gritted teeth.
“He’s thought to be back with his father.”
“Leave us, please,” Robb said. “And don’t tell my mother, I will do so myself.”
“Your Grace,” the man said and rushed out.
As soon as they were alone, Robb’s knees gave from under him, Dan followed him down. His arms tightened around Dan as he sobbed into his hair. “I’m sorry, Dan. I’m so sorry. You warned me -”
Dan shushed him. “He should have never been alone in the first place. I should have stayed.”
“You would be dead too,” Robb cried. “He was only a child, Dan. Only a child.”
Outside the tent Greywind and Balerion howled and howled into the night as if they could feel their pain.
-----
It was simply too much.
Their mother refused to believe that Bran was dead, she continued making protective symbols for him, hoping for him to be protected by the Old Gods somewhere. Dan didn’t know what to do, he didn’t want to encourage her delusion, but he didn’t have the heart to continue arguing with her, to crush her feelings further, so he had to play along and pretend that his little brother was out there somewhere. It scared him that he was starting to believe the lie himself. It was easier to pretend than to accept he would never see Bran again.
Robb poured himself into war with even more fervour and dedicated every night to Talisa, to try to make her happy. Dan at least could be grateful that she was a kind woman and comforted Robb beyond anything he or their mother could do.
They say tragedies come in pairs but Dan had stopped counting tragedies a long time ago. The news of their grandfather’s death left him shaken but at this point, he expected to lose it all at any given moment.
Still, they started the journey to the East. They would go to Riverrun for the funeral and to speak with their Uncle Edmure. He had all his bannermen stationed there and they would need as much help as they could get if they wanted to win the war.
BRIENNE
Travelling East to King's Landing, Westeros.
Travelling with the Kingslayer proved to be even harder than she had initially thought.
Actually, that was a lie. She knew he was a pig and he had no qualms in behaving as such. He fought her at every opportunity, berating her day in and day out, trying to keep her from sleep at his own expense.
They had to walk through the woods, keeping off the roads to be on the safe side. Thankfully, Brienne eventually found an opportunity for an alternate route: an unattended boat by the river. They sailed towards King’s Landing for a few days, but still, there was no peace with the Kingslayer; he refused to keep his mouth shut for even a minute.
Her only moments of rest were when he was asleep and he did not sleep a lot.
The annoyance was not the only issue, he had almost gotten them killed on more than one occasion. The first time it happened was when they got closer to the houses by the river and it became too dangerous to stay in plain sight, having to continue on foot. Brienne had been trying to give proper burial to three bodies they found. He’d made such a scandal about it that northern soldiers had spotted them and that resulted in Brienne having to kill three men that were on the Starks’ side just to keep her vow to Lady Catelyn.
She didn’t like killing the men, but she had no choice. If they were to be captured, it would be back to square one and all of this would have served no one; she had an oath to keep, and unlike her prisoner, she intended on being true to her word.
Even after she had defeated the soldiers, their problems were not resolved. They still needed to cross the river, but every option they had was bad. Using the boat would take more time, leaving them out in the open for longer; and crossing through the bridge would be much faster but even more dangerous since they would be in view of the surrounding houses.
After careful consideration, Brienne decided to go for the fastest option, but the Kingslayer walked with her until the middle of the bridge and threw himself on the ground, letting her know that if she wanted him off the bridge, she would have to carry him or drag him herself.
She looked around with wide eyes and tried to get the Kingslayer to his feet, but, even with his hands tied, he managed to grab one of her swords and tried to fight her. He was in terrible shape after months in a cell but he still put up a decent fight. He taunted her as he kicked her and made a futile attempt at pushing the sword through her armour, to which she scoffed.
Her worst fears came true before the fight was even over. Their luck had run out. Locke, one of Roose Bolton’s bannermen, found them and took them hostage.
They were tied together and carried on a horse for most of the first day, but to her surprise, the Kingslayer warned her that she was disposable and she should behave with their captors. She had no intention of doing so, she would rather die on her own terms than follow along with them. This seemed to upset him which she found odd, considering he had been nothing but disrespectful and a nightmare to transport. Why did he care if she lived or died?
Come the night, Locke tried to kill her but the Kingslayer yelled, begging them not to hurt her, making up some weird story about her father being a very rich man with an island filled with sapphires. Her father was wealthy, he was a Lord after all, but nothing to the extent he was painting it out to be.
Unhappy about not being able to torture and kill his hostages, Locke opted for cutting the Kingslayer’s right hand off, his fighting hand and source of his pride, and hanging it from his neck with a string. One of the most famous swordsmen in Westeros was lost that night. She had never seen him broken like that; no matter how long he had been imprisoned, he had kept his head high, his pride and his bad manners, but with the swing of a blade he became withdrawn, sickly, a whining mess.
Not another joke at her expense was spoken.
Not another word at all.
SANSA
“He wants you, you know?” Shae said as she helped her into her dress.
Sansa frowned. “But - he is too old for me!” Surely Lord Baelish didn’t see her as a prospect, he could be her father.
“They never see it that way,” Shae paused. “Did he ask something of you? Make you do something?”
“No, he just said that he would try to take me with him when he travelled next. To help me.”
“Don’t trust him. Don’t trust any man,” Shae said. “Men don’t have good intentions, especially with a young and beautiful girl like you.”
“Alright,” Sansa said tentatively. She was sure she could trust Lord Baelish, but Shae seemed very knowledgeable about the subject of men.
“If he asks you anything, you tell me and I will handle it.”
Sansa smiled; Shae was so protective of her, almost like a mother, but she was just a good friend. “Why? What would you do?”
“I would make him stop,” she said and Sansa believed her.
There was a knock on the door.
“Ser Loras Tyrell, My Lady,” announced one of the guards stationed outside her door. Sansa looked in the mirror and at Shae, who nodded.
“Enter,” she said.
Ser Loras looked as beautiful as ever, even more so without his armour, in just beautifully embroidered clothes. The needlework on the golden roses was quite fascinating.
“Ser Loras,” Sansa said and curtsied.
“Lady Sansa,” he bowed. “My sister would like to invite you to take the air with her and my grandmother, Lady Olenna.”
Sansa could have squealed in joy. Meeting Olenna Tyrell would be such an honour, and they had sent Ser Loras to fetch her! But she kept her composure and smiled. “I would be honoured.” She took Ser Loras’ arm and allowed him to lead her to the gardens.
“You grow more beautiful every day, My Lady.”
“Thank you, Ser Loras. I don’t believe that you remember but we met once before - at the tournament. You gave me your favour, a red rose.”
Ser Loras looked confused for a moment but the mention of the rose lit up his face briefly before his expression fell. “Of course I did.”
It was then that Sansa remembered Lord Baelish’s comments about Ser Loras and Renly Baratheon. She shut her eyes knowing that she shouldn’t have mentioned it. It was too late now, but she wanted to say something. She stopped walking and turned to him. “Ser Loras,” she said, lowering her voice. “I am sorry for your loss. Lord Renly was very kind to my family and I know that he tried to help my father. He was a good man.”
“Th-” Ser Loras cleared his throat, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “Thank you, My Lady. If you excuse me…”
“Of course…”
Philip approached her then. “My Lady, you look most beautiful with your red hair shining in the sun.”
“That is - very nice of you,” she said, extending her arm to him. “Have you heard anything from - Balerion?”
“I am afraid not, but it would be hard to send a raven to me. I do know that some men are riding east according to whispers in the castle.”
“Where would they be headed?”
“I would put my gold in Riverrun or Harrenhal but I can’t be sure,” Philip said. “I believe our little meeting must come to an end. My grandmother is looking at me sternly enough to kill me; I should let you join her.”
Sansa laughed. “It was very nice seeing you again.”
“And you too, My Lady.” He bowed. “If you need anything - anything at all, please let me know directly or through my cousins.”
“Of course!” She turned and walked to the beautifully decorated tent the Tyrell matriarch was sitting in.
Lady Margaery smiled at her. “Lady Sansa, it is my honour to introduce my grandmother, Lady Olenna Tyrell.”
“Sweet child! It’s so beautiful of you to visit me in my foolish flock of hens.”
Sansa approached her and kissed the hand the woman was presenting to her.
“I am sorry for your loss, my dear,” Olenna said.
“And I am sorry for the loss of Renly, he was very gallant.”
“Yes, yes and charming and very clean and he knew how to dress and smile and somehow got the notion that he was fit to be King.”
“Grandmother, what will Sansa think about us?” Margaery asked but she didn’t sound too concerned about it.
“She may think we have some wits about us; well, at least one of us,” Olenna replied before turning back to Sansa. “It was treason; I warned them. Robert had an older brother and two sons. How could Renly possibly have a claim to that ugly iron chair? We should have stayed well out of this if you ask me. What do you say, Sansa? Should we have some lemon cakes?”
Sansa smiled. “Lemon cake is my favourite!”
“So we’ve been told,” she said. “Come, sit with me. I am much less boring than these others. Do you know my son, the Lord of Highgarden?” she said as she walked to a small table brimming with cakes.
“I haven’t had the pleasure.”
“Oh, no great pleasure, believe me. He’s a ponderous oaf. His father was an oaf too, my husband, the late Lord Luthor. He managed to ride off a cliff while hawking. They say he was looking up to the sky and paying no mind to where his horse was going - and now my son is doing the same, only this time he’s riding a lion instead of a horse.” She let out a deep sigh. “I want you to tell me all about this royal boy, Joffrey.”
“I - I -”
“You, you. Who else would know better? We’ve heard some troubling stories and we want to know the truth. Has this boy mistreated you?”
Sansa pursed her lips and stayed silent. She wanted to tell them, she really did. Margaery deserved better, but if Sansa were to speak ill of Joffrey and that ruined their wedding, she would be executed for it and she didn’t want to give Joffrey that satisfaction.
“Has he ripped out your tongue?” Lady Olenna asked.
“Jo - King Joffrey… his Grace is very fair and handsome and as brave as a lion.”
“Yes, yes, and every time a Tyrell farts it smells like roses. But how kind is he? How clever? Has he a good heart, a gentle heart?”
Looking at Margaery and down to her lap, Sansa considered her options. She could have allies or she could have no one. Shae was her only true ally if what she said about Lord Baelish is true. Could she help Margaery and still keep a friendship with the Tyrells?
Margery looked into her eyes. “I’m to be his wife. I only want to know what that means.”
Sansa was about to say something when a server walked up to them adding more cakes to the already full table.
“Bring me some cheese,” Lady Olenna said.
“The cheese will be served after the cakes, My Lady.”
“The cheese will be served when I want it served. And I want it served now.” Once the server left in search of the cheese, Lady Olenna leaned closer to Sansa. “Are you frightened, my child? No need for that, there’s only women here. No harm will come to you.”
Biting into a lemon cake, Sansa took a few seconds to make a final decision and nodded. “My father always told the truth.”
“Yes, he had that reputation. And they named him a traitor and took his head.”
“Joffrey did that. He said he would be merciful but he cut off his head and called that mercy. Then he took me up to the wall and made me look at it,” Sansa said. She could feel the anger she struggled to contain every single day rising within her. “He…”
“Speak freely, child. We will never betray your trust.”
“He’s a monster!” She said through gritted teeth.
“Ah,” Lady Olenna said and gave Margery a look. “Well, it can’t be helped.”
“Please don’t stop the wedding,” Sansa said.
“Oh, do not worry, dear. The Lord Oaf of Highgarden is determined that Margaery shall be Queen. Even so, we thank you for the truth.”
“Thank you, Sansa. You are a true friend,” Margaery said.
DAENERYS
With the gold she got in Qarth, Daenerys could afford to buy her first ship. It wasn’t impressive by any means but it was hers. Since it was entirely black, she named it Balerion, like the legendary dragon ‘Balerion the Black Dread,’ to honour her roots and family history.
The first step in her plan was to acquire an army. She despised slave owners and slave armies, but that was all she could get at the moment. For that reason, she sailed to Astapor, a city in Slaver’s Bay that was known for its constant production of warriors.
The place itself was very beautiful and it had a boisterous life with markets and merchants and farmers, but it sadly also had nasty slave masters. The man in charge of handling the negotiations for the slave army was… well - she would say he thought himself smarter than he was. He claimed to know everything about her, yet he spoke ill of her at every turn, putting his slave translator in the position to have to switch the words around and choose an appropriate language that would not get him killed. And he spoke Valyrian, no less. Anyone could have told him that the Targaryens lived in Valyria for many generations; that’s where their empire had started.
It was her native language.
Still, she didn’t correct him in his error and pretended not to understand the waterfall of insults towards her, her people, and the slaves he was trying to sell her. He spoke with pride about the inhumane conditions he raised and trained the slaves in, going as far as to hurt them in front of Danny to show how obedient they were. He had turned them into army of slave eunuchs called The Unsullied, that were said to be one of the most skilled groups of warriors in the world.
She wanted to take a day to think about it so she strolled through the pier with Jorah, enjoying the smell of the salty air and the sound of the crashing waves.
“Why are you thinking so much about it? It’s a good deal,” Jorah asked.
“It’s a slave army, they wouldn’t fight of their own free will, and the fact that they have been mutilated is horrifying.”
“The masters think that a man without genitals will focus solely on fighting and it comes with the added bonus of protecting women in cities you may attack.”
“I’m not sure. I don’t know what to do - or how to pay for that matter.”
A little girl with purple lips smiled at her and threw a small wooden ball her way, but when Daenerys went to return it, the girl signalled her to open it.
Danny tried her best, but the thing didn’t seem to turn at all. Before she knew what was happening, a man launched towards her, making her lose the ball. Jorah rushed to her side, pointing his sword to the old man standing above her. Then, a bright green bug, that looked incredibly venomous from its colouring, crawled out of the wooden ball, going straight for Danny.
The old man killed the thing and ran after the little girl, but she hissed and disappeared under the pier. When they turned back, she was two levels above them but swiftly turned and walked away.
“The Warlocks,” Danny said and turned to address the man. “I owe you my life, Ser.”
He kneeled before her. “The honour is mine, My Queen,” he said, lowering the hood of his cloak.
She saw Jorah’s eyes widening. “Do you know this man?”
“Yes, he’s Ser Barristan, the best sword of Westeros and he was Robert Baratheon’s Kingsguard.
“King Robert is dead. I have come in search of you, Daenerys Stormborn, to ask for your forgiveness. I was sworn to protect your family and failed them. I am Ser Barristan Selmy, Kingsguard to your father. Allow me to join your Queensguard and I will not fail you again.”
PHIL
Living once again in the nest of snakes that was King’s Landing proved to be even more stressful the second time around. His previous visit to the city felt like a lifetime ago.
Phil took to listening to every piece of information, every conversation that he could catch. Of course, he couldn’t be everywhere or have little birds like Lord Varys, but he tried his best to be very well informed.
It still came as a surprise when he heard Maester Pycelle chatting with someone about The Queen wanting to marry him to Sansa, if only to have her under their control while humiliating her. A highborn northern Lady of great beauty married to a nameless bastard.
He wondered if Dan would be upset but he shook his head. Dan was the jealous type, but he also knew there were sacrifices to be made. On the other hand, Phil had no interest in young Sansa, both because of her age and the fact that she was a woman.
Considering that it was best to be prepared, he asked Sansa to join him in a walk around the garden and broke the news to her. She frowned but didn’t seem as horrified.
“Are you sure?”
“I am not. This far, I have only heard it in passing and as a rumour, but I thought it would be best for us to discuss it instead of being taken by surprise if this becomes an issue.”
“I appreciate your honesty,” she said. “Would you accept becoming my husband if they arranged the match?”
“I would because there is not much that we can do about it other than have our own secret arrangement. If we say no, we risk execution, but if we get married and simply never have a child, what could be the harm?”
“What about -” She raised her eyebrows at him.
“He would be upset, no doubt. But I assure you, My Lady, that I belong to him and only him. I -” Phil cleared his throat. “Have no interest in women.”
“I see.”
“So our arrangement would be merely platonic in nature.”
Sansa raised her eyebrows, seeming to consider it. “Well, I guess the Lannisters will decide our fate and we’ll act accordingly.”
“Precisely.”
“I thank you for your honesty and your friendship, My Lord.”
“Phil will do. I thank you for your trust.”
She nodded and walked back to The Red Keep.
Phil sighed and wondered how Dan was doing.
TYRION
Tyrion walked into the council meeting along with Littlefinger, Varys, Pycelle and Cersei. His father sat at the head of the long table, giving them all a stern look which could only mean trouble. That was not surprising, but the fact that every single council member was on the other side of that look was certainly new.
“What is the news about Jaime?” His father asked.
They looked at each other in silence, hoping that someone would speak up.
“Twenty thousand men have known about his escape for weeks; you control more spies and informants than the rest of the world combined. You mean to tell me none of you know where he is?”
“We are trying, My Lord,” said Varys.
“Well, try harder.” He huffed. “What do we have?”
“Robb Stark is at Riverrun for his grandfather’s funeral as well as to gather the Tully forces. Bolton holds Harrenhal in his stead which would make him Lord of Harrenhal, in practice if not in name,” said Varys as he sent a look to Littlefinger.
His father grumbled. “Well, let him have it for the time being. The name suits us better than that pile of rubble. The Lord of Harrenhal would be a worthy suitor for the widow Arryn.”
Baelish smirked. “For which I am extremely grateful, My Lord. Lady Lysa and I have known each other since we were children and she has always been positively predisposed towards me.”
Pycelle touched his beard and said: “A successful courtship would make Lord Baelish Acting Lord of the Vale.”
“Titles do seem to breed titles,” said Littlefinger.
“You will leave for the Eyrie as soon as possible and bring Lysa Arryn into the fold.”
Tyrion groaned inwardly. “Far be it from me to step in the way of true love, but Lord Baelish’s absence would present certain problems. The Royal wedding may end up being the most expensive wedding in living memory. Summer has ended, hard times lie ahead. It’s not a good time to leave finances unattended.”
To Tyrion’s surprise, his father nodded. “Fully agreed, which is why I am naming you Master of Coin.”
“Master of Coin?” Tyrion frowned.
“It would be the position that would best suit your talents.”
“I am quite talented at spending money, but a lifetime of outrageous wealth has not taught me too much about managing it.”
Cersei smiled for the first time since Myrcella’s death. It looked even more cruel in her mourning gown. “I am sure you will prove equal to this task.”
“Hear, hear,” Pycelle rushed to support her. They were making it so he couldn’t refuse the position; a position he was sure to fail at and would probably get him imprisoned or even killed. This was nothing more than another opportunity for his father to watch him fail and blame him for every problem that arises.
JON
Jon shook his head, shivering as he remembered the day he abandoned Sam just weeks ago.
Try as he might, Jon couldn’t see where Grenn and Edd had gone, so he simply ran forward as fast as he could. He tried not to think of Sam; how betrayed he would have felt at being abandoned by everyone, but still asking him to run and save himself.
Somehow, he’d managed to avoid the army of the dead, perhaps they had gone in a different direction; he wasn’t sure but what he did know was that Craster’s Keep was his only hope.
It had taken him days to find it, but when he walked in, he’d been pleasantly surprised to find his friends there. Grenn and Edd sat by the fire, a few of the other brothers were splayed around the cabin. Craster was livid to see him back alive, but that was the least of his issues. Some of the more temperamental men of The Watch were accusing Craster of giving them bad food and were causing a lot of trouble for those who were grateful to not be freezing to death outside.
The following days, Jon had tried to stay out of sight and mostly stayed at the stables with some of the others, hoping to be back south of The Wall soon.
The door burst open, startling him and Jon could have cried of happiness when he saw Sam walk in with the Lord Commander. They walked around the Inn and caught up. Jon told him briefly about the issues at the keep but he was more interested about Sam’s story. What he saw, how he survived, and how he found Mormont.
It was incredible and he wouldn’t have believed Sam if he hadn’t seen one of the creatures himself.
“How’s Gilly?” Sam asked.
“I haven’t seen her in a few days,” Jon admitted.
“Have you asked around?”
“No, you know if Craster finds out he will kill me. He hates me enough already.”
“I see,” Sam said, the disappointment written all over his face. “Have you seen Ghost? He was right behind us.”
“No,” Jon said, smiling at the possibility of finding Ghost again. “I’ll go looking for him!”
“Yeah, I’ll try to find out what happened with Gilly.”
Jon nodded and turned towards the forest before pausing. He looked over his shoulder and said: “Hey, Sam?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s good to see you again.”
“Thank you, brother.”
Walking around the keep and even venturing into the forest, Jon found no sign of Ghost. He could only hope that he would find them soon.
--
It took Sam three days to find Gilly without asking the other wives. Jon and him were taking a walk before settling down to sleep and heard her cries coming from one of the small huts set outside the main cabin. She had been left there to birth her child alone.
They helped her as best as they could but it was still excruciating for her. She was such a brave girl. Jon thought the danger had passed once the baby was delivered but they heard a fight break inside the keep. Gilly looked at her child and broke down sobbing, holding it close to her chest.
“What’s wrong, Gilly?” asked Sam.
“Please, help me escape. It’s a boy. He’ll kill him.”
Jon’s blood ran cold. He knew that she was right, he’d seen Craster sacrifice one of his own children before. He peeked outside and saw that everyone had gone inside. “Sam, take her and run.”
“Do you really think-”
“There’s no time to hesitate. Gilly is right. They won’t notice you left for a few hours with the fight going on inside. Leave now!”
“A-alright,” Sam said. “Gilly, can you stand?”
“Yes, I’ll go as fast as I can. Please don’t leave me.”
“Come on,” he said, helping her to her feet and wrapping her furs around her for the trip.
“Go south and don’t stop until you have crossed The Wall,” Jon said.
Sam pulled him into a hug and they each went their separate ways.
Jon walked into the keep, but the simple fight he thought was the issue had escalated. There was a mutiny; a group of crows demanding better living conditions, better food and wine, but Craster denied it. He said he did have better supplies but he would not share them because he needed them for the upcoming winter and they were to leave by morning. He would no longer have them in his house.
“We will leave as soon as our wounded are better,” Mormont said.
“I can dispose of them for you and you can be gone by morning,” Craster said. “They will only weigh you down.”
Rast launched against Craster, but the old man took an axe and swung it at them, trying to make them cower.
Lord Commander Mormont stood before them, yelling at them to stand down and leave Craster be, but before he could do anything to stop them, they had slit Craster’s throat.
“Killing a man who opened the doors of his house to you! Have you no honour?!” He screamed as he drew his sword, but one of the stewards stabbed him in the back. His sword fell, but he picked it up and kept on fighting.
Grenn, Edd, and Jon launched themselves on the mutineers, fighting them off as best as they could in an attempt to protect their Lord Commander, but even when they killed most of them, there was nothing to be done for Mormont.
He fell to the floor and bled out slowly as he held onto Jon’s hand.
Screams pierced the night sky and Jon had to let go to find out what was the next threat. All he could make out was the shape of Ghost attacking someone. By the time he walked up to them, he found Rast dead and his wolf sitting patiently beside him.
“You did well. Thank you, Ghost,” Jon said. “Come on, let’s check for the others.”
DAN
Riverrun, Westeros.
War was… unsurprisingly exhausting. Not only had they lost thousands of men, but they had lost prisoners too. First, their mother freed the Kingslayer, now the moment they took to grieve their grandfather, Lord Karstark had sneaked into the Riverrun cells and killed two Lannister boys as revenge for what Jaime Lannister had done to his son.
They were from the same family, yes, but they were also only children of eight and ten. What evil could they possibly have done to deserve such a fate? Uncle Edmure had only wanted to keep them locked in hopes of exchanging them for other prisoners or some concessions during the war. What good were they dead anyway? And so, in the middle of the night, they were awoken with the dreadful news and sat in the dining hall, waiting for Karstark to be brought in.
Robb was livid at the cruelty of his bannerman. He had gone against his will and killed two prisoners, and children at that. As soon as the old man and his co-conspirators crossed the door, Robb said: “It took five of you to murder two boys?”
“It was not murder, it was vengeance.”
“Those boys didn’t kill your sons. I saw Harrion die in the battlefield and Torrhen-”
“Was strangled by The Kingslayer! They were his kin.”
“They were boys!” Robb screamed. “Look at them!”
“Tell your mother to look at them, she killed them as much as I.”
“My mother had nothing to do with this. This was your treason!”
“It’s treason to free your enemies, in war you kill your enemies. Didn’t your father teach you that, boy?”
The Blackfish punched him, causing him to fall to his knees in front of Robb.
“Leave him,” he said.
“Aye, leave me to The King. He wants to give me a scolding before he sets me free. That’s how he deals with treason, our King in the North. Or should I call him… the King Who Lost The North?”
Dan shut his eyes. There was little to no chance that this was going to end in a positive light for any of those involved. If Robb set Karstark free, like he was saying, he would lose respect from his men, knowing that anyone could do as they wish and nothing would come of it. If he executed Karstark, all men loyal to him would fold, and they were half of the men they had at the moment.
“Escort Lord Karstark to the dungeon, hang the rest,” Robb said, looking into the old man’s eyes.
Talisa took a deep breath and went to speak, but it seemed she didn’t find the words. Uncle Edmure spoke instead. “Word of this cannot leave Riverrun; they were Tywin Lannister’s nephews and the Lannisters pay their debts. They always talk about it.”
“Would you make me a liar as well as a murderer?”
“It wouldn’t be lying. We would bury them and keep silent until the war was done.”
“I’m not fighting for justice if I don’t serve justice to murderers in my ranks, no matter how high born.”
“Robb,” Dan said, approaching the table. “I think our Uncle is giving you wise advice. You can’t let word of this get out, nor can you execute Karstark unless you want to lose the war. His men will leave the moment they hear their Lord was killed by their King. They have loyalty to him, not you. They are his bannermen.”
“He has to die.”
Their mother finally spoke, wrapping her cloak tightly around her frame. “Listen to your brother! The Karstarks are Northmen, they won’t forgive the killing of their Lord.”
“Your mother’s right,” said Talisa. “If you do this, the Karstarks will abandon you.”
Robb frowned at her. “You tended to their wounds, you brought them supper and now they are dead,” he said, looking at the small unmoving bodies laid on the floor.
“And hundreds more boys will die until this war is over. You need Karstark to end it.”
“Spare his life, keep him hostage,” their mother said.
“Yes,” said Uncle Edmure. “Keep him hostage and tell the Karstarks that as long as they remain loyal, he will not be harmed.”
When Robb decided to take the night to consider everyone’s pleas, Dan thought there was a semblance of hope for them, but by sunrise, he stood by his brother as he passed the sentence and swung his sword.
Karstark's final words were: “Kill me and be cursed, you are no King of mine.”
The old man’s voice haunting Dan’s dreams for days after that.
---
As expected, Robb lost the respect of his people for the execution of Lord Karstark and nearly half of his men abandoned him, riding north. His plan to attack Casterly Rock to bring Tywin running back to defend it would fail unless they could get in Walder Frey’s good graces again and get his support.
Considering the fact that Uncle Edmure, as the new Lord of Riverrun was quite a good match for any of the Frey girls, Robb asked him to take his place in the previous deal with the old man. It was going to be quite difficult to make new arrangements but, the respect of the Tullys was something Frey has always wanted so they were counting on this to play in their favour.
BRIENNE
To Brienne’s surprise, the moment they set foot in Harrenhal, Lord Bolton looked horrified at the fact that his bannerman had cut off The Kingslayer’s hand, especially that he had it hanging from his neck. She didn’t suppose he had any lost love for the Lannister man. Still, he took the hand from around his neck and ordered Locke to shut up if he didn’t want to lose his tongue when he said he would send it to Tywin Lannister.
He also had her free of her restraints and said she was under his protection now, which she readily thanked. She didn’t like the man, she didn’t trust him for a second, but she preferred to be in his good graces and remain unrestrained than express her distaste and be at risk.
When the Kingslayer fell to his knees upon hearing that the siege on King’s Landing had ended with the Lannister forces prevailing, Lord Bolton ordered his men to take him to Qyburn, a newly acquired Maester.
---
She sat in a bath, scrubbing the grime of months and months of battles and rides that a washcloth and the river could only do so much for. Before long, she watched the Kingslayer walk in and join her, asking the man at the door to leave them. Brienne found it odd that the Bolton man listened to his request, but she guessed they wanted to keep him happy to get a better reward in a potential exchange with the Lannisters.
The Kingslayer looked worse for the wear but his bandages had been tended to at least.
Instead of settling in in the other tub, he sat with her and even though she had tried not to shy away from him or cower like an inexperienced girl, the moment she saw him fully naked and sitting across from her, she brought her knees to her chest.
“Don’t worry, I’m not interested,” he said. “If I faint, pull me out,” he added as he held his wounded arm above the water. “I don’t intend to be the first Lannister to die in a bathtub.”
“Why should I care how you die?”
“You swore an oath to bring me to King’s Landing in one piece. Not going so well, is it? No wonder Renly died. You guarded him,” he said with a cruel smile.
Brienne stood and took a few steps towards him, taking a deep breath to keep herself from drowning him. He was right after all, she had sworn an oath.
Strangely enough his expression changed, the smile falling only to be replaced with a frown. “You protected me better than most,” he said.
She huffed. “Don’t you mock me.”
“I’m apologising. I’m sick of fighting,” he said. “Let’s call a truce.”
“You need trust to call a truce.”
“I trust you.”
Brienne took a step back and sat by the stairs, closer to him but still on the other side of the bathtub.
“That’s it, that’s the look. I’ve seen it again and again for 17 years. You all despise me. Kingslayer, Oathbreaker. A man without honour…” He looked at his handless arm and back at her, “Have you heard of wildfire?”
“Of course.”
“The Mad King was obsessed with it. He loved to watch people burn, the way their skin blackened and blistered and melted off their bones. He burned Lords he didn’t like, he burned Hands who disobeyed, he burned anyone who was against him. Before long half the country was against him.”
He looked in the distance as if he could still see it. “Aerys saw traitors everywhere so he had his pyromancer place caches of wildfire all over the city. Beneath the Sept of Baelor and the slums of Flea Bottom, under houses, taverns, and stables, even beneath the Red Keep itself. Finally the day of the reckoning came, Robert Baratheon marched into the Capital after his triumph at the Trident, but my father arrived first with the entire Lannister army at his back, promising to defend the city against the rebels. I told the Mad King my father was not one to pick the losing side, to surrender peacefully, but he didn’t listen to me, didn’t listen to Varys, who tried to warn him, but he did listen to Grand Maester Pycelle, that grey sunken cunt. ‘You can trust the Lannisters,’ he said. ‘The Lannisters have always been true friends of the crown’ so he opened the gates and my father sacked the city. Once again, I begged him to surrender. He told me to bring him my father’s head, then he turned to his pyromancer and said ‘Burn them all!’
The Kingslayer snorted a bitter laugh and continued. “Tell me, if your beloved Renly asked you to bring him your father’s head, standing by while thousands of men, women and children burned, would you have done it? Would you have kept your oath then?” He shook his head. “First I killed the pyromancer, and then when the King turned to flee, I drove my sword into his back. ‘Burn them all’ he kept saying. ‘Burn them all!’ I don’t think he expected to die; I think he meant to burn with the rest of us and rise again, reborn as a dragon who turns his enemies to ash. I slit his throat to make sure that didn’t happen. That’s where Ned Stark found me.”
“If this is true, why didn’t you tell anyone? Why didn’t you tell Lord Stark?” She frowned, not knowing what to think. That sounded terrifying, and even though she had hated most of the time they’d spent together, she was inclined to believe him. For the first time, he looked troubled and hurt at the reputation he’d earned.
“You think the honourable Ned Stark wanted to hear my side? He judged me guilty the moment he set his eyes on me. Why, what right does the Wolf judge the Lion?” He grunted, going to stand by falling instead.
Brienned caught him, keeping his head afloat while she screamed for help.
TYRION
Tyrion walked into his father’s study and found Cersei already sitting at the table. “What's she doing here?”
“Our business concerns her too,” his father said. “Sit”
“You'll be pleased to learn that after one conversation with Mace Tyrell I've saved the crown hundreds of thousands on this wedding.”
“Never mind that now, we have something important to discuss.”
“A Master of Coin saving money is important,” Tyrion said and finally snapped at the smirks Cersei was sending his way. “Stop that, you're making me uncomfortable.”
“Your sister has learned that your new friends, the Tyrells, are plotting to marry Sansa Stark to their bastard.”
“Very well, she's a lovely girl. I’m sure she would prefer Ser Loras, but she is missing some of his favourite bits. Sansa and Phil will make do.”
He rolled his eyes. “Your jokes are not appreciated.”
“It wasn't my best but-” Tyrion pouted.
His father clenched his fist and gave him a warning look.“I bring them into the royal fold and this is how they repay me, by trying to steal the key to the north out from under me.”
Tyrion raised his eyebrows. “Some would say the key to the north is her older brother.”
“The Karstarks have marched home. The young wolf has lost half his army and his days are numbered,” his father said. “Theon Greyjoy murdered his youngest brother, that makes Sansa Stark the heir to Winterfell and I am not about to hand her over to the Tyrells.”
“You are forgetting about Daniel. He would be the heir of Winterfell.”
His father waved him off. “Daniel is not a fighter, nor a leader. Most say he barely survived the only battle he joined and he is firmly at his brother’s side. When one falls the other will follow.”
Tyrion decided to focus back on the topic at hand. “The Tyrell army is helping us to win this war. Do you really think it's wise to refuse them?”
“There's nothing to refuse. This is a plot, plots are not public knowledge, and the Tyrells won't carry this one out until after Joffrey's wedding. We need to act first and kill this union in its crib.”
“And how do we do that?”
“We find Sansa Stark a different husband.”
“Wonderful,” Tyrion said.
“Yes, it is,” said Cersei, her smile widening in a way that sent a chill down Tyrion’s spine
Leaning forward, Tyrion looked into his fathers eyes in disbelief. “You can't mean it.”
“I can and I do,” he said.
“Joffrey has made this poor girl's life miserable since the day he took her father's head, now she's finally free of him and you give her to me? That's cruel - even for you!”
“Do you intend on mistreating her?” He asked.
Tyrion shook his head.
“The girl's happiness is not my concern nor should it be yours.”
Burying his face in his hands, Tyrion said: “She's sixteen, she’s a child.”
Cersei let out a little laugh. “She's flowered, I assure you. She and I have discussed it at length.”
“Yeah, you see? You will wed her, bed her, and put a child in her. Surely you're capable of that.”
Tyrion finally uncovered his face and looked at him. “And if I refuse?”
“You wanted to be rewarded for your valour in battle, Sansa Stark is a finer reward than you could ever dare hope for, and it is past time you were wed.”
“I was wed once and you had her killed - or don't you remember?”
“Only too well. You shouldn’t have married a whore,” his father said.
Cersei ran her fingers down the metal embroidery in her mourning gown with a pleased expression upon her face. “You should be thanking the Gods for this. This is more than you deserve.”
“Tyrion will do us his bid, as will you.”
Her expression turned into a frown. “Hmm? What do you mean?”
“You'll marry Ser Loras.”
“I will not,” Cersei said.
“The boy is the heir to Highgarden. Tyrion will secure The North, you will secure The Reach.”
“No,” Cersei said through gritted teeth. “I won't do it.”
“You will. You're still fertile; you need to marry again and breed.”
“I am Queen Regent, not some broodmare.”
“You're my daughter! You will do as I command and you will marry Loras Tyrell and put an end to the disgusting rumours about you once and for all.”
“Father, don't make me do it again - please.”
“Not another word… my children. You disgraced the Lannister name for far too long.”
SAM
After hours upon hours of walking, they finally found a precarious refuge. A dilapidated hut right under a weirwood tree. Sam had never been a believer but ever since he joined The Watch, he took a liking to the Old Gods and the idea that those trees that had been in Westeros for thousands of years were all seeing gods and protectors. Perhaps it was silly but he saw it as a sign.
Once inside, he tried to make a fire with the wood Gilly had collected but it was proving to be quite tricky. “I saw him wink at me earlier,” he commented about her baby.
“I doubt it,” Gilly said.
“He did!”
“He was just blinking.”
“Well, what’s the philosophical difference between blinking and winking?”
“What?” She frowned.
“The difference. They are nearly the same thing.”
“Winking is on purpose.”
Sam decided to drop the subject and continue attempting to light a fire by knocking two rocks together near their wood. “Do you have a name for him?”
She shook her head and ran her finger on his sleeping little face.
“I think it would be easier to refer to him if he had a name.”
She froze and turned to him with a deep frown. “Sometimes I think you speak difficult to me so I can’t understand.”
“What?” Sam asked. “No, I promise, I’m not. That’s just the way I speak.”
Gilly shook her head. “Let me try with the fire,” she said, handing him the baby and going about knocking the rocks together.
“He needs a name, you know?”
“I just don’t know that many boy names.”
“Well, there’s Duncan, Kevan, Jon, Guymon, Feldan, Tristifer…”
“Craster.”
“Well, yes, but -” Sam tried.
“Mormont,” Gilly added.
“Mormont is a last name.”
“Why is it a last name?”
“A last name is a family name. My name is Samwell Tarly, my birth name is Samwell and my family name is Tarly, and my father and brother share the same name.”
“Your father is Samwell Tarly too?”
“Um, no. He’s Randyll Tarly.”
“Randyll is a pretty name.”
“Please don’t name him Randyll.”
Gilly looked into his eyes and finally got a spark on the branches. “Is he cruel like my husband?”
“A different kind of cruel.”
“Alright. I won’t name him Randyll then.” She blew into the fire and watched it grow, taking onto the other branches before coming to sit with him and the baby under the furs.
The sound of ravens croaking outside grew louder and louder. There was no chance it was a coincidence. Sam stood up and Gilly looked at him with pleading eyes.
“Please don’t go.”
“I just want to look,” he said, grabbing a branch and lighting it on fire before exiting the hut. There were probably over one hundred crows perched on the weirwood, croaking and moving in the branches, but more flew in every second as if they were attracted by something.
Something moved in the distance, a tall figure walked towards him between the trees. The closer it got, Sam could tell it was a white walker, not a wight. Fire would not do.
Gilly stood behind him. “He’s come for the baby!”
Sam threw the branch away and unsheathed his sword instead. He prayed to the Old Gods to be able to protect Gilly and the baby. He swung his sword to the creature but it caught the blade with one hand and squeezed it, shattering it as if it had been made of dust. Then it threw Sam away from Gilly and walked towards her. “You can’t have him! You can’t have him!” She screamed.
Not knowing what else to do, Sam grabbed one of the sharp pieces of dragon glass and stabbed the beast in the back. The icy scream ringed in Sam’s ears as it fell to its knees and disintegrated into tiny ice pieces that disappeared in the snow.
Not realising the horn had fallen further away from him, Sam picked the dragon glass up and grabbed Gilly and the baby, running in the direction of Nightfort, a castle long abandoned by The Watch when its numbers started to dwindle.
The following day, when they finally arrived at their destination, Sam explained his plan. “There is a secret sally-port at Nightford,” he explained. “We can get in and cross beyond The Wall there.”
“How do you know that?”
“I read it in a book in Maester Aemon’s study.”
“You know so much, you are a wizard!”
He couldn’t help but smile. “I wish I was a real wizard.”
“You are!” She insisted but soon stood awestruck as she saw The Wall for the first time in her life. “This is magic!”
“Actually, some think it is! A man called Bran the Builder helped make The Wall and the books say many things about how he managed to make it and keep the White Walkers on the other side. Most theories involve some sort of magic but it’s never been confirmed.”
And so, chatting about history and magic, they crossed to the other side of The Wall.
BRAN
the North, Westeros.
With a storm coming, it was best for them to take refuge and the abandoned tower belonging to the Umbers was good enough for it. They settled down inside and Osha started the fire. Falling asleep was easy enough with how much they had travelled but it didn’t last long.
Just hours later, Bran woke up, Osha crouching next to him, telling him to be quiet. There was a group of men outside, they were yelling about going into the tower for the night. Bran’s breath caught in his throat when the sound of thunder reverberated through the wall, scaring Hodor, making him rock back and forth and mumble his name loudly.
“No, Hodor, you need to be quiet. Please!” Bran tried, but it didn’t work.
Downstairs the men were trying to pry the door open and it wouldn’t take long for them to get in and kill them all.
Meera had her bow and knife ready but looked as scared as Bran felt. Jojen looked out the window pensively, frowning.
Bran closed his eyes and focused on Summer.
He entered her mind and took her downstairs. As soon as the door opened, he launched against them, managing to injure two of them but there were three others.
As soon as they heard Hodor screaming inside, they turned to the tower and tried to make their way inside. Bran was horrified to see Osha coming out to fight them, closely followed by Meera. He rushed to protect them as best as he could before thinking of another option.
Letting Summer take over, Bran focused on Hodor this time and calmed him down, letting him know that everything would be alright. He made his way outside in the pouring rain, another crack of thunder illuminated the night sky as he put his hands around one of the men and squeezed, watching the light in his eyes dim.
Bran yelled as he watched Osha stab the man she was fighting with repeatedly but not before he got her too. Meera finished off another man and helped her, Summer coming to smell her, whining and licking her hand.
He walked towards Osha and looked into her unseeing eyes, breaking down into sobs. He pushed her hair off her face and hugged her tightly before carrying her inside.
Bran returned to his own body, covered his face with his hands and continued crying. Jojen came to sit beside him and wrapped his arm around him, telling him how sorry he was.
Hodor and Meera sat by the fire, looking at Osha as Summer laid beside her whining, licking her face.
He was tired, so tired of losing people; his heart could no longer take the onslaught of loss after loss. He had to wonder if it would ever end, or if he would die before everything was said and done. His only hope was to find the Three-Eyed Raven and become whole again.
According to Jojen, nobody had been able to control another human, not even those who could enter animals, but what good was it if he hadn’t been able to save Osha?
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New Life by Damin74PL
Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: M, English, Romance & Adventure, Boruto U., OC, Words: 15k+, Favs: 7, Follows: 5, Published: Mar 28 Updated: May 25
2Chapter 1: Prologue
Somewhere outside the village, Borushiki fought with Kawaki, who was on the second level of Karma, in addition to having Isshiki's doujutsu in his left eye. Kawaki fired a few black rods at Borushiki, Borushiki avoided them without any problems, suddenly Kawaki approached him from behind, changing his hand.
Borushiki crossed his fingers creating a clone in front of him, with which he covered himself, then jumped back
-The stubborn bastard
Kawaki created several black cubes over Borushiki, which he dropped on him. Borushiki tried to avoid them, while Kawaki ran to Boruto and stabbed him right through. At this point, Naruto appeared in the scene in sage mode, who was surprised to see Kawaki piercing Borushiki.
-Kawaki, what's that supposed to mean?
-I did what I thought
Boruto fell to the ground, the horn protruding from his head disappeared and Karma returned to her original state, the Hokage immediately ran to his dying son.
-Boruto
-You are pathetic man, but I can't let you die ...-said Momoshiki, sticking his hand to his vessel
Moments later, Boruto's body began to shine bright light until it soon disappeared
-BORUTOO!
-Momoshiki, what did you do? - Code, who watched the fight from stealth, thought
After Momoshiki did something to Boruto to save him, the teenager's body disappeared and a moment later appeared in some clearing, the wound made by Kawaki healed but the scar remained, Boruto was still unconscious. Soon an old man was passing by, who when he noticed Boruto immediately approached him.
-And what are you doing boy in such a place, get up or you'll catch a cold
Seeing how Boruto did not react, the man decided to take him to him, a few moments later they reached a place resembling some dojo
"Grandpa, you're finally back," said the young girl
She was no more than fourteen, short black hair, and a white kimono
-Good morning Sayori-chan, forgive me, but it took me a while.
Only after a while Sayori noticed Boruto.
-What is this kid?
-You shouldn't say that, he's the same age. Going back to your question, I found him lying unconscious in a clearing so I decided to take him with me
-Although you know that I love you Grandpa, but your heart is too soft, you shouldn't take any other kid and take him to your house, what if he's dangerous?
- Believe me, Sayori-chan knows people like no one and I know that this boy is a good person deep down.
"Do as you see fit, just don't blame me later for not warning you," she said as she walked away
The man carried Boruto to one of the rooms where he had left him
2Chapter 2: 1
Boruto finally regained consciousness, the first thing he saw was that he was in some strange room
-Where am I, the last thing I remember is the fight with Kawaki?
The blonde without thinking left the room and began to walk around the unknown house, soon he heard a noise, looking to the side saw the ajar door, Boruto, curious, approached and looked through the gap and saw Sayori, who was training a katana fight with a man
-You do better Sayori-chan, but you are still far from perfect - commented the grandfather
"I know this, but at all costs I will become the best fighter who will even surpass you."
At this point, the old man noticed Boruto
- You know it's not nice to peek at other people
Sayori immediately turned to the door - What are you doing here?
-I heard a noise coming from here and decided to check what was going on
-As you can see, Sayori-chan is training katana fighting
-I saw, you are amazing.
-It is obvious.
-And my name is Boruto, nice to meet you - he said pointing his hand towards the girl
-How dare you stick your hand out to me - Sayori grabbed Boruto's hand and threw him over her, hitting the floor
-ITAAAAAAAA what I just wanted to say to you
"Forgive me, but Sayori-chan is distrustful of new people, especially boys."
-What do girls prefer?
Hearing this, a tick mark appeared on Sayori's forehead. - YOU MORON! - She screamed kicking Boruto out of the dojo
After a while, Boruto returned to the dojo in pain
-Forgive my granddaughter's behavior, but she is tough
-I noticed it
-My name is Tatsuro and I am the owner of this dojo, tell Boruto-kun what were you doing in the forest alone and why were you unconscious?
Genin thought for a moment how to answer the question, he couldn't say he was in a fight
-Hehehe about that, I trained and maybe exaggerated a bit
-You and training, and what can someone like you train? - Sayori sneered
-Sayori-chan doesn't make fun of someone's interest. Say what are you training?
-Mainly taijutsu.
-I understand, so you prefer hand fighting, and if you say I would train you in kenjutsu.
-Grandpa! You're not serious, are you?
"Calm down Sayori-chan, he wants him to train with us, please respect that.
-Okay
-So like Boruto, do you agree?
-I have nowhere to go, so good.
- I'm glad, I believe that the two of you will get along with time
2Chapter 3: 2
In Konoha, after fighting Cod and returning to the village, Kawaki was guarded at every turn by an ANBU squad.
-So Kawaki did it? -Sasuke asked
-This, in addition, I have no idea but he had Karma again and, to make matters worse, he awakened the power of Isshiki - Naruto explained
-And you let someone like that walk freely in the village? He is dangerous
-I am not that stupid, the ANBU unit keeps an eye on him all the time, if they notice something disturbing in his behavior, they should immediately let me know. It is enough for Hinata and Himiwari to turn away from him after they found out that he killed Boruto, to prevent unnecessary situations, I got him a new apartment.
-You are still so naive in spite of the years
Meanwhile, somewhere in an unknown place was Code, accompanied by Eida
-So you're saying Kawaki killed Boruto?
-Not completely...
-What do you mean?
-After some time, I noticed how Boruto's body shines and his wound is instantly regenerating, then something strange happened and he disappeared. Momoshiki probably has something to do with it. However, now Boruto is one hundred percent Otsutsuki which makes him the perfect food for Juubi.
-The question of his whereabouts remains
"It has probably been sent to another dimension, it will take me some time to locate it
-Get up Boruto, Grandpa told me to wake you up!
Having received no signal from Boruto, Sayori decided to enter the room and was surprised to see an empty room
-Where could that idiot go so early?
Sayori started looking for the genin all over the dojo, unable to find it, went outside and noticed Boruto sitting in a meditation position.
-What is he meditating?
Sayori, seeing an excellent opportunity, took the first stone and threw it towards the blonde. Black-haired girl smiled, thinking that she would hit him, but her eyes widened seeing how he grabbed the stone from that point, not even looking away
-Nice try
-How did you do it, you didn't even look back?
-It wasn't hard to feel your presence, never mind what you want?
-Grandpa told me to move you because we're going to be late for school.
-Schools?
"Yes Boruto, you are underage boys your age must go to school," explained Tatsuro
Boruto, not wanting to argue, decided to grant Tatsuro's request and together Sayori went to school. After completing the initial formalities, the director showed Boruto his new class
2Chapter 4: 3
Boruto was sitting bored in his new class, he didn't even notice when he fell asleep, only the hitting of the book on his desk woke him up
-Uzumaki-kun, I understand that you are new here, but you should realize that during lessons you don't sleep.- the teacher said irritably
"Yeah, yeah, sorry," said the blonde casually
"What a moron," Sayori mentally commented
After about two hours, the classes were over, Boruto felt like this time was dragging on forever
- Finally, the end of this ordeal, I think I'd rather fight Otsutsuki than face education in this dimension ...
Boruto and Sayori returned to the dojo
-And how was your first day of school, Boruto-kun?
-It's a pity to talk, I was bored like never before
-Hehehe, I could have guessed, well go change and in a moment I see you in the hall.
-Hai
A moment passed before Boruto and Sayori dressed in training clothes (white two piece tied with a black belt) They both took wooden katanas
- It will only be a friendly sparring, I want Boruto-kun to see how you fight kenjutsu.
Sayori and Boruto nodded as a sign that they understood
-No blondie try to move your katana to my throat, but don't take it personally if you fail
-I will wipe that smirk off your face, dattebas! - Boruto said squeezing the katana and throwing himself at the girl
When the blonde tried to attack Sayori, she blocked the attack with her katana and a second later knocked the katana from Boruto's hands and then pushed him to the ground, putting hers to Boruto's throat.
-You see, you'll never come close to my level
-Damn it...
"There is still a long way to go, Boruto-kun," said Tatsuro
They both trained until late in the evening, when it was the middle of the night, Boruto went to drink some water as he was walking through a room belonging to Sayori he heard a sob, using the ajar door he approached them
-Mother ... Father ...
Hearing these words, Boruto narrowed his eyes, realizing that something terrible must have happened in her life.
Next day...
Boruto led Sayori to a clearing outside the town
-Why are we here?
-You can take off your mask
Sayori shuddered for a moment at what Boruto said
-A mask, I don't know what you're talking about?
-You will never use your full potential if you keep hiding behind her. I don't know what but something bad must have happened in your life, so not wanting to become weak and useless, you put on a mask to make you seem like a strong girl, until you admit it you will never become really strong - Boruto stated
-What you ... - Sayori clenched her jaw and fists - WHAT YOU CAN KNOW ABOUT ME, YOU DON'T KNOW HOW IT IS LOSING YOUR PARENTS SO SHUT UP AND DO NOT SPEAK AS YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT ME!
Boruto closed his eyes for a moment and then replied - It's true, I don't know what it's like to lose your parents ... but maybe you don't know it, but I lost a friend, he died sacrificing himself for me
Sayori's eyes widened at Boruto's reply
5: 4
[Flashback]
Team 7 was in the fight against Deepa, Boruto with Karma activated attacked the enemy, Deepa grabbed him by the neck without any problems and then stabbed the blonde in the ground, when he was about to do him after Sarada appeared
-Leave him!
Deepa, without even looking at her, threw Sarada a kick in the stomach, Boruto used this moment to jump up, but Deepa was not going to let him attack and fired a shockwave from his hand.
-Shit, I didn't manage to avoid the attack ...
Suddenly, through Boruto, Mitsuki appeared, covering him by taking the attack on himself
-Mitsuki!
-Luckily, I made it
After receiving Deepa's attack, Mitsuki's body began to disintegrate.
-Why did you do it, why did you sacrifice yourself for me?
-Because I couldn't let you die ...
[End of Memories]
-I was weak, actually I am still promised to become stronger to prevent this situation again, in which someone will have to sacrifice to protect me. When I managed to defeat Deepa, I only felt emptiness, I thought that after avenging Mitsuki, I would feel better, but it was only worse ... I'm telling you not to make the same mistake as I did.
Sayori was surprised by Boruto's story - Boruto, who are you exactly?
When Boruto was about to answer, a man suddenly landed in the clearing (dressed in a black coat, had red spiky hair, and strange horns sticking out of his forehead) - Finally I found you chakra user.
Boruto's eyes widened at that
-What is he talking about Boruto?
-Who are you bastard and what do you want from me?
-My name is Keisuke and my boss told me to move you.
-I'm not going anywhere with you. Sayori, go back to the dojo.
-What, but what are you up to?
- I'll explain later, now go!
Sayori, seeing the serious expression on Boruto's face, decided to obey him, but not quite, because instead of going to the dojo, she hid behind one of the trees, watching what Boruto was going to do.
-Okay, now that she's gone I can fight. Kage Bushin No Jutsu!
Boruto created a few of his clones with which he launched an attack on Keisuke, he only smiled and began destroying the clones one by one, while the original popped up forming a Rasengan in his hand and tried to attack from above, but Keisuke grabbed Boruto's hand and with a kick to the stomach he threw him a long distance
-The boss was right, you are indeed a shinobi
-Shinobi? - Sayori repeated
-I don't know what your boss is talking about or how you know about me, but I think I'll have to fight you seriously. - Boruto said activating Karma
The mark on his hand unfolded along the hand, all the way to the eye
-Who are you really, Boruto? - Sayori thought, surprised
2Chapter 6: 5
Boruto with the activated Karma rushed to Keisuke, he failed to react and Boruto was already in front of him and a blow to the jaw knocked him into the air
-Is much faster?
Boruto immediately appeared behind him and with a half turn kicked Keisuke in the back sending him a long distance
"It will be more difficult than I thought, then I will be forced to use my demonic power."
Keisuke unleashed his full power, a dark aura surrounded his body, demonic wings sprouted from his back and the horns on his forehead grew larger
-Who the hell are you?
-My name is Keisuke, the future lord of demons - he replied, starting to attack, firing a series of missiles
Boruto tried to avoid everyone, and while he was busy with it, Keisuke appeared behind him, creating a demonic spear of energy in his hand, which he was about to pierce Boruto through.
-It's over
The blonde could not do anything and was pierced right through, then fell to the ground
-Don't worry, I didn't kill you, the boss needs you alive.
To Keisuke's surprise, Boruto's body turned into a puff of smoke
-What? Where is the real one?
The stone behind Keisuke turned into a real Boruto, the blonde immediately created a Rasengan in his hand
-Impossible.
-Take that Rasengan!
The demon was unable to do anything and was hit by an attack that knocked him back a long distance
"Maybe you won this time, but it's not over yet," he said, disappearing
After Keisuke disappeared, Boruto deactivated Karma and then he moved towards the Dojo, seeing that Sayori immediately ran there, the blonde decided to rest after the fight so he went to the hot spring. Sayori decided to use this moment and sneaked into Uzumaki's room wanting to learn something from him, at the beginning she did not find anything special, but when she started his clothes, Kunai and a few shuriken fell out of his pants.
-This weapon, I'm sure I've seen something like that before ... Well, the same weapons are used by ninja.
Moments later, Sayori saw something from under the pillow, when she looked there, she saw Konoha's armband.
-And what's this?
She didn't have much time to think as she heard footsteps coming, not wanting to be caught, she quickly left everything as it was before jumping out the window just seconds before Boruto entered the room.
- Strange, I don't remember leaving the window open
2Chapter 7: 6
Keisuke returned to his hideout, someone was waiting for him there was a man not much older than him (he had black hair pulled upwards, dressed in a black coat) the man was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed at his chest
- What did you come back so soon, and where is that brat? Wait don't say he kicked your ass hahahahahahahaha. You are so pathetic, Vera-sama should have sent me instead of such a loser.
-Kazuro ... Shut up.
-He because what will you do to me?
-Come on both of you!
Suddenly, a female voice rang out, Keisuke and Kazuro immediately stood to attention, a female figure appeared in the shadows.
-You disappointed me Keisuke ...
-Vera-sama, please forgive me and give me a second chance, I promise I will bring this kid.
Vera raised her hand and at that moment a mark appeared on Keisuke's neck that spread throughout his body, the demon fell to his knees, screaming in pain
- You ignored your goal, you realize that this whole Boruto, and more precisely his power, is necessary for us to break this seal and implement the demon lord's plan.
-GHRAAAAAAA I remember this ... if the venerable gives me a second chance, she promises not to fail
Vera lowered her hand, causing Keisuke's pain to subside and the marks fading away.
- This time I will forgive you, the next time you will go with Kazuro to see how the entrusted missions are performed, did you understand?
-Hai. he replied rather reluctantly
Meanwhile, Naruto and Sasuke appeared in Toneri's palace
-Why did you call us here? - the Hokage asked
"Because I managed to locate Boruto," he replied, surprising the two friends
-Wait is Boruto alive?
- Yes, the problem is, he was transferred to another world.
"If that's true, then thanks to my Rinnengan I should be able to find him," replied Sasuke
-I'm afraid your Rinnengan won't get there
-So what are we doing? - Naruto asked
-Give me a few days, I know a way to open the portal, but it will take me some time
-I see.
At the same time, Boruto returned to the dojo after another boring day at school, their relationship had improved since their last conversation with Sayori.
-I came back Oji-chan, ne why is the town so dressed up and so many stalls?
-Oh don't you know, every year in our town there is a special Festival in honor of the goddesses?
-The goddesses?
-The legend has it that in the past the world was attacked by demons, and to stop them an amazing power was needed, such power had three women who people called goddesses, after they dealt with these demons and saved the world.
-Wow interesting.
-Do you know if you can go with Sayori to this festival?
- What? I don't think that's the best idea?
-Why, I can see how your relationship has improved significantly.
At this point, Sayori entered the dojo
- What are you talking about?
8: 7
A few days later...
Boruto was in his room, wearing a black kimono
-Ehh, I can't believe Sayori agreed to come with me ...
[Flashback]
-So what were you talking about?
-About that it would be worthwhile for you to go to the festival together.
-Well no problem.
Boruto's eyes widened at the black-haired girl's answer
-Can I hear you, you just agreed to come with me to the festival?
-Wash your ears if you're deaf
[End of Memories]
-Yeah, he's definitely up to something
At the same time, Sayori was also dressing up for the festival.
"This will be a great opportunity to find out who he really is" Sayori thought with a confident smirk
After about forty minutes, Boruto waited in front of the building for Sayori to leave. It happened a moment later, the sight of her deprived the former shinobi of speech, Sayori was wearing a beautiful purple kimono, her black hair was tied in a ponytail.
"Wow you look amazing," Boruto praised, making Sayori blush
-W ... come on
- And that's a surprise to you, I never thought I'd see her like this
-Let's better hurry
Boruto nodded and he and Sayori went to the festival
It took them a few minutes to get there, Boruto didn't notice Keisuke watching him from hiding
-He's moved away from the Dojo.
-Excellent, then we're slowly starting to act. Do you know what to do?
-Yes.
Boruto and Sayori started going from stall to stall taking part in various competitions
"Here's your reward, please," the man said, handing the former shinobi a bracelet.
-You know what, you take it, Sayori.
-You are sure about it, you got it?
-I don't like such trinkets very much
-In that case, thank you
They both went to eat and then Sayori led Boruto to a place where you could see the whole town.
- It's my favorite place, I used to come here often when I was younger. The fireworks show is about to start ... but I wanted to ask you something, who are you?
-He what are you talking about?
-I saw how you fought with that demon, and you used some strange skills
Boruto's eyes widened at that
-Oh shit so she saw me, I guess there's no point in lying to her. - he thought
Boruto was about to tell about himself but he was interrupted by the roar of the explosion
- What was that?
-It comes from where the dojo is
Boruto and Sayori immediately ran towards the dojo, the blonde had a bad feeling.
2Chapter 9: 8
Boruto and Sayori came to the dojo and were surprised to see them destroyed, after a while Kazuro came out of the flames carrying Sayori's grandfather.
-Grandpa!
-Oji-chan!
The demon hurled towards their old man, Sayori immediately ran up to him
-We are finally meeting Boruto Uzumaki
- Judging by your looks, you must be familiar with this Keisuke.
-I wouldn't call him my friend.
-Sayori I will distract his attention, You take the old man to the hospital.
Sayori thought for a moment but nodded, taking her grandfather by the arm.
-Be careful
-Sure, go.
Before Sayori left, Boruto crossed his fingers, creating several of his clones, and they went in different directions with them.
-You really think you're acting with such tricks? - Kazuro said, putting his hand up and forming energy
Then he fired chains of energy that directly hit all of Uzumaki's clones. Fortunately, Boruto managed to move away from the city, but Keisuke was waiting for him there, who attacked Genin with full power.
"So you came back as well," he said, activating Karma
Boruto dodged the demon's blow without any problems, but at that moment Kazuro appeared behind him
"Got you," Kazuro said, putting his hand to the genin's back
- What, when does he?
Boruto failed to do anything when Kazuro released his energy creating a powerful explosion
Boruto popped out of the smoke throwing Kimono back
-It's good that I had my clothes underneath it
"Let's take care of him together," Keisuke said
-No, you just have to watch and learn, I'll take care of him.
Kazuro in the blink of an eye appeared in front of Boruto and punched him in the stomach, making the blonde spit blood when Boruto was about to hit the demon, he grabbed his hand to throw him into the air.
-He's stronger than Keisuke.
Kazuro in the blink of an eye appeared over Boruto and from his knee he punched the blonde in the back knocking him to the ground creating a crater in it.
- What is or is all you can do, I was expecting more from you.
- If I could use the power with which I defeated Deepa again.
Kazuro walked over to Boruto grabbing him by the hair and lifting him up, then kicked him off his knee in the stomach.
-I will beat you unconscious and then I will take you to our boss
Kazuro started kicking Boruto lying on the ground, at this time Sayori managed to take his grandfather to the hospital, after leaving him under the care of a doctor, she returned to the remains of what was left from the dojo, after a while she managed to find the sword
-It's about time I finally use it, Grandpa
-I think it's time to go back.
When Kazuro was about to take Boruto, he was unexpectedly knocked back by the shockwave
- What's going on? - the surprised demon asked
Boruto started to rise, his body was surrounded by a bright aura, his hair rose upwards, becoming more pointed and his pupils disappeared, electric discharges appeared around his body.
"His power has grown significantly," commented Keisuke
10: 9
[Flashback]
-Mitsuki, hey Mitsuki!
Seeing how, after being hit by Deepy, Mitsuki's body crumbled, Boruto fell into a frenzy, his Karma began to glow blue, the body was surrounded by an aura of the same color with electric discharges, which turned white after a while, pupils in his eyes disappeared, hair rose to the mountains becoming more pointed
-I'll kill you!
[End of Memories]
Kazuro created several energy balls in front of him, which he sent towards Boruto, before they hit him, the blonde disappeared from his sight.
-Disappeared?
-Behind you! Keisuke warned
Boruto in the blink of an eye appeared behind Kazuro, barely turned and got a powerful punch in the face and was thrown back a long distance. Keisuke created a demonic spear of energy that he threw at Boruto, the blonde stood as if nothing but waiting for the spear to reach him, but when it got close enough, Boruto grabbed it so he turned and threw it towards its creator. Keisuke jumped into the air avoiding his own attack, but Boruto immediately appeared behind him and elbowed the demon in the neck, knocking him to the ground
"His power is incomparable to the power he fought with me back then," Keisuke said, trying to get up
- Don't underestimate me, worm.
Kazuro accumulated a golden ball of energy in his hand, which grew larger with each passing moment, when it reached the right size, the demon threw it towards the former shinobi
-I wonder how will you deal with something like this?
Boruto stuck his hand towards the attack, which he absorbed a second later
-Impossible
The blonde in the blink of an eye appeared in front of Kazuro and punched him in the stomach, making the demon curl up spitting purple blood, then Boruto grabbed him by the shoulders with both hands, then kicked him from his knee in the chin, and finally he created a Rasengan and punched him by throwing back a lot. distance. Keisuke tried to attack Boruto from behind, he sensed him without any problems dodging his blow, then grabbed his leg and threw him over himself, hitting him on the ground
-Damn you
- He doesn't like to admit it, but we'll have to do it to defeat this brat
- This is the last thing I would like to do, but we have no other choice
Kazuro and Keisuke stood facing each other and tapped their hands, then began to turn at an incredibly fast pace, soon a bright light flashed and where Kazuro and Keisuke were standing a few seconds ago, now one figure was standing.
"It's about time to finish this game," the figure said in a double voice
11: 10
Keisuke and Kazuro merge together to form a new character. Boruto moved to attack, Keizuro stood as if nothing smiling and then knocked the blond throwing him away at a considerable distance, then the demon appeared behind him and grabbed Boruto by the neck and threw him to the ground. A mysterious, hooded figure watched the entire fight from hiding
-Hmm should I intervene?
Keizuro did not let Boruto get up and fired a powerful demonic beam which, when it hit the target, caused a huge explosion. Moments later the smoke cleared, revealing Boruto barely standing on his feet, the aura around him disappeared, his hair fell and Karma returned to her original state
- Shit, is this my limit when it comes to that power?
-You spoiled us a lot of blood, but it's over. He said moving on Boruto
When he was about to attack him with his demonic hand, Sayori appeared in front of him, blocking Keizuro's attack with her sword.
-Sayori, what the hell are you doing here, you were supposed to stay with your grandpa!
- I couldn't let you fight this thing by yourself
Keizuro jumped back - Another worthless worm has arrived
- This is not the time to play the heroine, run away from here you have no chance with him.
Keizuro rushed towards the girl trying to kill her.
-Mother, Father, please give me strength.
Suddenly Sayori's body glowed, her sword turned golden, Sayori made a slash with one wave, Keizuro didn't even realize when he lost his arm
"That girl," the hooded man commented
- What the hell?
Sayori's energy has even spread to where Vera is staying
-What's up, what's that power?
Looking at the demon lord statue, she noticed her eyes glowing red
Keizuro fired a missile at Sayori, she created a strong gust of wind with the swing of her sword, which neutralized the demon's attack and threw him into the air, Sayori, preventing him from making another move, immediately rushed at him. During this time, Boruto got up and tried to create clones, but failed.
-May it, I have too little chakra ...
Sayori appeared behind Keizuro and with one swing of the sword she cut off one of his demonic horns - This time I didn't hit exactly, but I won't make the same mistake a second time
- Don't be so confident
Keizuro released a large amount of his demonic energy which was thrown back by the black-haired girl
-What?
Then he knocked her to the ground with one blow
-Sayori!
-Breathe, snot!
Keizuro fired several demonic energy bolts before they flew back to Sayori, Boruto shielded her, raising his guard and taking attacks on himself.
-Boruto!
After that, the genin had to kneel and his hands fell limply
-Let it, I can't move my hands too much ...
- It's over, first I'll kill this girl and then I'll take you to my boss.
- Don't think I'll let you do that, you bastard.
Keizuro lunged at the teenagers, but suddenly received a kick from someone and flew a few meters to the side.
12: 11
A man appeared on the battlefield (he had medium-length brown hair, dressed in a gray jacket under which he wore a dark sweatshirt, and also trousers of the same color)
-Someone are you and how dare you interfere with my mission
"My name is Seiro and I cannot allow this beautiful place to be destroyed any more
-Hahahaha you really think that an ordinary person can do something to me.
"You should get out of here, you have no idea who you're dealing with," warned Boruto
-Boruto, right? Sit still and leave it to me. It's been a long time since I've fought someone powerful, hope I don't lose my practice.
Seiro began to release his power when he did so around his body a stream of air was raised lifting stones and scraps of earth, after a while the whole area began to shake
"What a strong overwhelming feeling, no wonder Sayori passed out, what kind of dude?" Boruto thought
"I don't know who you are, but I won't let you interfere," Keizuro said, firing a bolt of energy.
In response to his attack, Seiro smiled as he extended his hand to the supervisor's attack, then clenched it into fists as he did the demon's attack as if it dissolved into thin air.
- What?
-Your attack was so weak that I was able to neutralize it without any problems.
-Incredible
"Don't think that since you've managed to deal with my attack, it will change anything," said the demon, starting to attack
Before Keizuro could reach Seiro, Seiro disappeared from sight
- Where is he?
A second later the man appeared under the demon and punched him in the stomach knocking into the air, then Seiro's hand surrounded some glow, then he drew a symbol in front of him, then this symbol appeared on Keizuro's body
- What's going on, can't I move?
-I managed to paralyze you thanks to my spell, you can see when I touched your body I left my signature as if to say it, thanks to which I could cast my spell regardless of the distance between us
-Damn you
-It's time to end this fight. Seiro put his dominant hand towards the demon, communicating a ball of energy in it, and with his other hand he grabbed the wrist area - Kazenuri! - fired a powerful shockwave, which when it hit Keizuro completely destroyed him
-Incredible
-Hey kid, are you okay?
-No, except that my hands are slightly damaged hehehe, never mind I have to take her somewhere.
-I see
Seiro picked up the unconscious Sayori and together with Boruto went to the hospital, while the blonde was being treated by the nurse, Seiro waited outside, after a moment a hooded man appeared outside the window, watching the fight.
-I thought you wouldn't come, I was about to intervene
-Forgive forgive, but my work consumed me a little hehehehe ... More importantly, you felt the power of this girl?
-Yes, she can use the divine sword without any problems, there is no doubt that she is the reincarnation of one of the goddesses
-I'm gonna take this kid with me, he needs to know what he's gonna be dealing with in the future
-Okay, I keep researching and keep an eye on this girl.
2Chapter 13: 12
"Looks like Keisuke and Kazuro have failed," Vera said to a hologram of some figure standing in the shadows
-It's okay, actually Boruto's power isn't necessary to break the seal.
-How is it?
"Have you heard of the three goddesses who ended a war ages ago and took possession of the demon lord?"
-Yes
-It turned out that a girl lives on earth, who is a reincarnation of one of them, the other two probably also, but their powers have not been activated yet.
-So what are we doing?
-In three years, when the solar eclipse comes, the seal imprisoning the demon lord will be the weakest, then even the power of one goddess will be enough to break the seal, but for this you will need the blood of someone outside the human race, Boruto to be exact.
"What's wrong with him, looks like an ordinary person?"
"Apparently, in fact, he is one hundred percent Otsutsuki, killing him with the vengeance of my older brother, thereby helping to free the demon lord."
-I understand, then he will make all preparations until then.
"Good," he said, then vanished
Somewhere else on the throne sat the true figure of the hologram, she was dressed in a white cloak, the sun's rays blocked the view of his face
-Soon brother, we will meet again ...
Meanwhile, Boruto woke up, suddenly felt like he was being carried by someone
-He where am I?
-You finally woke up kid.
-Seiro-san. What are you doing?
-I decided to take you with me to prepare you for your destiny
-Destiny?
Seiro, noticing a nice clearing with a lake, decided to take a short break, then explained to Boruto what would happen in three years.
-So you say that the boss of these demons is trying to resurrect the demon lord and to do that she needs the power of the goddesses?
- Exactly, if it happens, we will face another war, in the worst case the end of the world, we must prevent it at all costs. Therefore, I will help teach you to control your power.
-Power, wait how do you know?
-Because I saw something else, I also come from another world, but with the difference that instead of chakra I use magic
-How did it happen that you landed in this world?
Seiro closed his eyes for a moment and sighed
"I sacrificed myself to save the world," he replied, surprising the genin
14: 13
Seiro and Boruto reached some city
-Before we start training, your hands must regenerate first - he said pointing to Boruto's bandaged hands
- How annoying it is, accepting that attack on myself was not the most sensible decision, at least thanks to this I protected Sayori, by the way I wonder what she was doing.
-Come on Boruto, we need to find some accommodation.
-Hai, I'm coming
Meanwhile, Sayori regained consciousness, the first thing she noticed was that she was in the hospital room.
-I can see that you've finally woken up, Sayori-chan
-Grandpa, where is Boruto?
Tatsuro just sighed and then put his hand on his granddaughter's shoulder and said - I'm sorry to say, but Boruto-kun has left the village
Sayori's eyes widened at this. "How did he go, where did he go?"
-He was given a top secret assignment, he decided not to tell you anything so as not to upset you
Sayori tightened her hands on the sheet - He did not do it well ... this idiot did not even say goodbye to me
Meanwhile, Seiro and Boruto reached some pub
-Well let's come in for a while, I'm so thirsty
"Hey, I'm too young, I can't drink alcohol yet," Boruto said
- You are not of this world, so you are not bound by the laws here
-You're probably right
Boruto didn't say anything anymore and he and Seiro went inside
Moments later, Boruto drank some sake tinctures
-Hehehehe you were right it's really good hihihi now I understand why adults like to drink it so much
-You must be a bit of exaggeration for your first time, it's okay to drink but you shouldn't overdo it.
-O come on hahahaha, nothing will happen if he drinks a little more
-Yare, Yare. Tell Boruto what is most important to you?
-The most important?
- What do you care most about in your life?
-Hmm my friends and family, I think.
-Badly.
- What?
- For every guy the most important thing should be making a harem, so it's the goal of each of us to be surrounded by a lot of beautiful women hahahahaha, you know, if I fail to build my own harem in life, I will leave this task to you.
"Harem, but I'm not even interested in girls that way, let alone my own harem."
-Because you are still young and stupid, but with time you will start to see the beauty of women and before you know it, you will be surrounded by them.
Seiro did not finish talking and Boruto's head fell on the table - Heheh and he fell asleep, I said that you have to be able to drink
2Chapter 15: 14
Boruto sat on some throne, dressed in white robes like members of the Otsutsuki clan
-Where the hell am I, and why am I dressed like Otsutsuki?
Suddenly several women appeared in front of him.
-Boruto-sama, I have prepared my own hamburger, please - one of the women said
"Wow looks amazing," said Boruto while taking the burger, "Mmm, and it tastes amazing too."
The second girl put her breasts against his shoulder
-We are here to meet all your Boruto-sama needs
Another girl sat down on his lap so that her breasts were as high as the face of the blonde, another one pressed hers to the other shoulder
-We were rude today, we deserve the punishment Bo-ru-to sama
Boruto's face was getting redder and redder from his nose, and the situation worsened when the girls started taking off their clothes.
-Girls stop it ...
-What happened Boruto-sama, you look nervous let us take care of it - one of the girls said hugging Boruto's face against her breast
At this point, Boruto woke up sweating
-Gosh what a dream, and it's all because of Seiro and yesterday's conversation about Harem, where is he by the way?
Looking around the room, Boruto only noticed a piece of paper lying on the table
"Sorry, Boruto, today I will not help you with training, I had a very important thing so I'll be back in the evening"
-Sure, what should I do now?
Boruto, having nothing better to do, decided to explore the city, having no idea that some character was following him from hiding.
"So this is all Boruto-kun, quite sweet," said a girlish voice
As Boruto was walking like that, he heard a scream, without thinking he ran in that direction, after reaching the place he saw an armed man who threatened some old man
- I'll tell you the last time, where do you have that stone?
- Don't think I'll tell you
"In that case, say goodbye to your daughter," he said, pointing the blade towards the girl
As he was about to cut it, Boruto appeared between them, blocking the attack with his kunai.
-You like to challenge defenseless people, maybe you will try someone equal to yourself
-You brat, you will soon be just a corpse
The man withdrew his sword and was about to pierce Boruto, he jumped up and then with a half turn he kicked the opponent in the face, throwing him back a long distance, the villagers were shocked to see it.
-I'll kill you.
The man lunged at Boruto, he only smiled and when he was about to punch the genin, Boruto disappeared from his sight appearing behind him and knocked him out with one blow to the neck.
-Take him somewhere and lock him up
The cops took care of the attacker, and the old man approached Boruto.
-Thank you boy for your help.
-It's okay, so what the bastard wanted from you guys.
-You look trustworthy, so let me tell you, he came for the Xonitr stone.
16: 15
-What is this Xonitr crystal? - Boruto asked
-You see, a few years ago our city was dependent on the capital, everything was there, including the power plant. With time, the greedy leader of the capital announced that he would significantly increase the price of electricity, so that we could barely make ends meet, but some two years ago a crystal fell not far from our city, which turned out to be a powerful source of energy, so we decided to become independent from the capital. When rumors spread that we had this crystal, many people had a taste for it, and our city was attacked for it on many occasions.
-I see.
Suddenly Boruto was approached by the girl he had saved, now he could take a close look at her (she had long light hair, brown eyes, wearing a white T-shirt and a light skirt)
-Thank you, my name is Asumi.
-You don't have to thank. I'm Boruto
-Boruto-kun as you saved my daughter, you can stay with us as long as you like, you don't have to worry about costs.
- Really, I think I'll take your offer.
"Then let me show you the city," Asumi said happily, pulling Boruto's hand
-Wait
On the roof of one of the buildings, a certain girl was still watching Boruto
- It's starting to get interesting
Asumi showed Boruto around every special place in this city
-Wow do you have to know this city really well?
-Yes, from an early age my father often took me for a walk around the city, I was fascinated by how he told the story of this place.
-I see
Suddenly their conversation was interrupted by a rumbling in the belly of the blonde, causing Asumi to burst out laughing
- Looks like you're hungry, come show you one of the best restaurants in town
Asumi led Boruto to the restaurant, when the blonde tried that food he was in cloud nine
-Wow, I've never had anything this good, dattebasa.
-I did
While Boruto was enjoying the delicious food of the local restaurant, the guard took the attacker whom the blonde defeated and locked him in a cell.
-What are you doing here, set me free?
-Are you so stupid or are you just pretending, do you really want everyone to figure it out?
- What are you planning?
-The chief ordered me to join in case you screw up.
"If it weren't for this brat, we'd already have this crystal."
-You had your chance but you wasted it, this time I'm moving on with my plan. He announced leaving the arrest
17: 16
Boruto was just going to the hotel, when he noticed how Teyuro was going with the guard to some place, having a bad feeling, the blonde decided to follow them, a moment later they reached the place where this crystal is located
"Your information turned out to be incorrect, as you can see with the crystal, everything is fine," said the old man
The man pushed him and walked over to the crystal taking it away
-Fujiro, what's that supposed to mean?
-You are so naive, I only pretended to be a guard all the time to find out about the place where the crystal is stored, now that I have it I can take it to the venerable Hayaro
Teyuro's eyes widened at the name, as Fujiro was about to run away against him, Boruto appeared.
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Passed out off a morning dose and woke up to the sweet sight of an email from my old uni 🙃
I thought I settled that for a while as I said I didn't have the money for that and the lady said it was fine. Buuuut apparently that had a time limit as well so they now want me to pull $400 out my ass or they're more than likely gonna send that shit off to collections
Part of me doeent even care. It ain't like I'm going to jail over 2k and I have literally nothing of value. No car. No house. Annnd no money. Sooo yeh have fun tryna get yall shit lmao. But I know that's a pretty stupid way've looking at it. Ruining my credit this early on probably ain't s great idea.
Ah. This sucks. My dad really doesn't want to drive me around cause of how much gas is now, the work from home shit he and my stepmom are doing is having me wait a month for some dumb junk with my mic, had to turn down two different jobs due to my dad deciding they're not for me.. bruh. Atp. I'd just walk to work. It'd probably at least be an hour long but. Fuck it at this point. Only thing is I live in one of the most infamous places for human trafficking so I'd definitely have to stay alert and try to go on different routes here and there to not make my routine as obvious
I probably woulda been able to float by for another month or so if my dad and stepmom would've paid me back. They owe me like $500 and half that comes from some shit they borrowed a year ago now. Plus, i accidentally eavesdropped on them grabbing my dad's phone instead of mine. They apparently been borrowing a lot from soneone else as well soo yeah even if they did have the money i dont think they have that to spare rn
The other option woulda been to take out extra on my student loan but my mom already took the excess out so I'd have to apply for a whole new loan. If I were still in school that'd be no problem but my incident in April makes me hesitant to make big commitments like that. I was so close to ending my shit just off owing 7k but a whole new semesters worth of debt just for me to possibly fail again sounds like a tragedy waiting to happen lol
Sigh. Days like this are so hard. I used to stick around because of an age goal I set for myself which sometimes felt like my only motivation. But it's just like nowadays I'm long past every age goal I've set and the plan was stay around until it started being inconvenient/not fun to be. Annd as of now it is looking mighty inconvenient. It makes me question why I'm even trying anymore. I never wanted to be here for this exact reason you know?
I feel like I'm just here atp. What am I working towards anymore? What do I even like to do? Do I honestly even like my hobbies or do I just like the distraction from my head? Even if everything fixed itself in the future and I started living a normal stable life, would it justify ignoring my damn near lifelong wish to not be here?
I'm gonna try to get R's attention and make sure she's not too fucked up then take a gram and head to bed. I am not mentally alright enough to have those questions circulating rn
HA apparently if I don't poof $400 up by Monday they're charging me damn near $600 extra
I am. Done. I just wanna sleep and not wakeup atp. I'm so done. I never wanted to be here in the first place and now I gotta drag myself out of an addiction, get over an unrequited love, find a job that fits my dad's parameters, pay off a mysterious 2k AND my 15k of loans. What the fuck. I never signed up for this and I would've ended my shit before my stupid fucking age goal had I known things would go to shit this quickly. I'm tired of feeling horrible for not wanting to do anything. I'm so tired of fighting myself to do the barest minimums and having it not be enough time and time again. I'm so fucking tired of all this up and down. God like. One day I'm in one of the best schools for engineering with hella open house money and the next I'm a fucking basement dwelling dropout with no money and no real desire to go out and do the shit that'll MAKE ME MONEY. And to top it off I'm fucking addicted to otc allergy medicine that is literally bottom of the barrel to the point that even WITH it being so accessible everyone knows how shit it is and leaves it alone. But not me ofc. My dumbass just had to screw up shit further. What is my problem at this point. This is my fault. I can't keep staying in this stupid limbo of barely doing anything but not having the guts to make that a reality. Atp I'm either gonna have to pick on or yhe other. My money's on the second but we'll see :)
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DC Twitter must have been INSANE when it got out that Superboy’s dads were Superman and Lex Luthor. Holy shit. The memes. The ship wars. The homophobes. The mpreg jokes. People would have lost their fucking minds. Lex Luthor releases a statement like “he’s a clone of me and Superman no birth was involved” and people are like KINDA GAY OF YOU TO HAVE A SON WITH ANOTHER MAN, LUTHOR. Lexcorp’s PR team locks themselves in a conference room and refuses to come out for love or money.
#mads posts#dc#conner kent#Kon-El#superboy#Superman#Clark kent#lex Luthor#Wally spams the titans groupchat with memes#dick forwards the memes to Tim#Tim spams the young Justice groupchat with those memes#Bart sees them and is like ‘oh Wally would love these they’re just his brand of humor’ and forwards them to him#and so the circle of life continues#everyone is separately @ing each other on their secret identity twitter accounts#like DID YOU SEE THIS MEME#YEAH I SAW IT HAS CONNER SEEN IT YET#NO HES REFUSINH TO LOOK AT HIS PHONE SINCE CASSIE @ED HIM ON A LEX LITHOR MPREG FANART#AT WHAT POINT DID THIS PASS 15K WHAT#15k
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CONGRATS ON THE 15K FOLLOWERS!!!!
You deserve this!!!!!
(Thank you sm! What do I deserve? The pics or followers? Either way, thank you)
Natasha had been waiting for you for hours at this point.
All dolled up and ready to surprise you.
You had just gotten a promotion, and she was never one to let an opportunity pass her to use an occasion as a means for celebration sex.
Sadly though, Tony was the same, only with booze. And a lot of it.
It was nearing 3AM when you stumbled haphazardly through your bedroom door, blurred vision finding Natasha sensually waiting for you on the bed.
Only you didn't know it was Natasha.
"Hello?" you slurred confusedly.
"You're drunk."
"I- I may be."
You were swaying in your place.
Looking down at your feet, you suddenly wanted your shoes off, and so you reached down and tried to untie them, almost falling as you did.
Luckily Natasha was quick enough that she caught you before you could. Pulling you up and holding you upright as you breathed heavily, obviously trying to rid the sudden wave of nausea.
"The walls are moving."
Your girlfriend sighed, and yet a small smile still tugged at her face, because even with your drunk out of your mind, she still adored everything about you.
"Let's get you to bed," she said, beginning to pull your jacket from you, but her movements were soon stopped as you pushed her hands away from you.
"Don't touch me, lady." You stumbled away from her, pulling your loose tie off as you headed for your side of the bed. "I don't even know you. I have a girlfriend. And I love her very, very much," you mumbled into your pillow after you face planed onto your bed.
Natasha kissed your temple, thinking how lucky she was to have you, before removing your shoes and throwing a blanket over you.
You were gonna have such a headache tomorrow.
#lesbian deadpools 15k follower celebration#15k follower celebration#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha romanoff#marvel#MCU
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